Ten-mile mountain rural grass green, towering Vatican brake a few have;
To secluded house near Mei Immortal Footprint, autumn and the remaining seeds chime old court.
Chuan-riding competition to attain the crane, said that upon hearing should have Ye Hu;
Gushan remains stained in, Ping Zhang fragrant care gouring.
For a long time wanted to go look at the Ba Da painting museum, but has been unable to do so, 95 years of winter, I have been standing in its backyard, but looking at which pieces under the Yashe alone to find the style rather the ancients me, but stopped in her tracks, quiet and simple and elegant mind to imagine the art of the Holy Land that is not behind the bar in this Yashe.
Perhaps, only when I can really understand where all, all will appear before my eyes!
After graduating from college went on to set foot on the plight of the climbing route, a busy and confused, impetuous and the lost, always quiet, alone did not have time to find that the ancient Zaiqu's Road House, the soul spill.
Then one day, all he hears of the discovery of truth is the reality, when, where due; dark damp dorm room alone to face time and space, I suddenly found that I should go to a trip, and the pious to call on those that the ancient mind.
Friends from far away to see me, it was agreed that source to play lap, the first stop is the Museum of Painting and Calligraphy Ba Da.
Through the hustle and bustle through the Hawthorn on the bridge, finally, I came to this year located in the wilderness of the Qingyunpu.
In front of the lake has no passion for Yamahito rippled lake, like other parts of the same, dirty reddish blue. Bridge turn, and I feel it is difficult to form.
People should be a little reflection, but at the moment I have been standing in front of the mountains, Huang Chao has been boarding this Jiuyang courtyard, trees Misty, appearance has long been ever-changing, the world is ever to remain in their hearts, is joy, sorrow, hardship, disappointment or a silence, speechless! Road is silent, rather being reconciled.
Visitors said, laughing, in a very relaxed frame of mind to visit mountains, Huang Chao, and I can only silent, in that a sum of a painting, plants, and a look between the brick and tile that Yamahito experiences. I do not know art, but this time I can understand.
Mad stupid is a good or difficult, said the day free. Mind is to deal with, in between black and white, in between reality and dream. Yamahito What was the dream?
Impermanence Road things are often, time is also delayed in hard-fu, could we have some boundaries between gains and losses? Loss in the face of all this year seems to have been in the Dominican Yamahito this truth.
Transfer corridor walls, paintings of space, mind cruising, or cry, or laugh, is a smile? Is a laugh cry? No answer, only the gray mood seems to shrink.
Past! Hillbillies! Lotus Pond! Old trees! Play Stone! Guainiao! How has eyed?
Through the impetuous, click on the heart as if calm down, yes ah, take a look at mountains, Huang Chao's back, take a look at everything around, as if there is no need for this and that, life was so is life, lingering on call at any do not come, does not matter to choose The Dow is one.
When we Teng Wang Ge board when I feel more and more of the Ba Da and the serene and the calm of the Qingyunpu.
Author: lilyyan1004
