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所谓的灵魂开窍,不都是对俗事熟视无睹。机锋如禅时,从一缕青烟中看到远古。手里抓住时光的空,念想属于今后的人。高贵的在泥土中找,低贱的继续阳光下辽阔。世事不全是难料,只是你放不下,我选择坐。一坐如雕塑,情无声,花一朵一朵地开,恨早已在地下,你问我怎么能够安静?风声过耳,炉香是空气的形状。人间的味道需要坐下来,坐下来,慢慢想,想乾坤和乾坤里容易忘却的正道。禅意入定的时候,老人说着童话,孩童开始明白生命的正业。
The so-called soul resuscitation, are not turned a blind eye to the customs. Machine front, such as Zen, seen from a ray of smoke in ancient times. Time to grasp the empty hands, read the future belongs to the people. Noble looking in the soil, humble to continue the vast sunshine. Unfair is unpredictable, but you can not let go, I choose to sit. Sitting like a sculpture, silent, flowers one by one open, hate already in the ground, you ask me how can be quiet? Wind over the ear, the incense is the shape of the air. Human taste needs to sit down, sit down, think slowly, think of heaven and earth and easy to forget the right path. When Zen Buddhism decides, the old man speaks a fairy tale and the child begins to understand the true cause of life.