守候一片自己的清净一个人的内心,要像一捧清澈的水。风来,只是一道道涟漪,终究会归于平静;雨落,只是一些些涌动,终究会落幕成寂;云过,只是一道道风景,终究会成为记忆。守候一片自己的清净,无关尘世,无关风月,只是一种善良,一种淡然,一种恬淡。得而不喜失而不忧世间万事万物的存在,皆随因缘的变化而变化,好花不常开,好景不常在。面对无常变化,保持淡定 Waiting for a clean one’s own heart, like a handful of clear water. Wind, just a road ripples, will eventually be attributed to calm; Rain fall, but some surging, will eventually come to a dead end; Clouds, but a landscape, and will eventually become memories. Waiting for a piece of their own clean, irrelevant earthly, irrelevant, is a kind, indifferent, a tranquil. Without loss but not the existence of all things in the world, all change with the change of fate, so the flowers are not always on and the good times are not. In the face of impermanent changes, remain calm