Time is like a poem, in recent days, autumn lingering, the mood in the haze, in speech, ipad waterproof cases is a sad place, is the scenery is due, or feeling depends? But now, been untraceable, not discard, forget, to write a new movement.

In the morning, got up at seven or eight in the morning, opened the curtains, sunny, slightly down, suddenly, Yamauchi Akiryo a piece of gold everywhere, like.

Breeze blowing, pull hair, slightly dancing, fine weather after the rain, the mood is good, ip networking not by mouth filled with rising radian.

To brew a pot of tea, lit a sandalwood, in silence, fine tea; hand Mojuan, careful reading, and the morning shower gel, tranquil life, do not fight with people, not to shine like the sun and moon, you have your feats, I have a nameless, you have your splendid life, I calmly, do not envy not jealous, silent.

Love and money, fame and wealth, but is the feeling's gone away, and go, living not bring, bring death, then why do you insist on this? Huineng is verse language: there is no bodhi tree, nor stand mirror. Original none thing, where the dust. If the bearish things, why often the dead of night, wigs natural hair silence into sorrow?

The cool autumn wind, sunny weather, autumn rice fragrance, Mo Yan more lonely, I made the spring towards autumn wins. The Buddha also said: your turn, environment created by the heart, all troubles heart. Both the lingering worries about the rain, or clear sunny weather, as long as the inner joy, everything is fine, everything in the world, is sad or happy, all by the students.