Library

The hasty words that have to be said but can only be expressed in words have the right to serve as a preface: Maybe I've been brooding. With or without wine, when they see me with my head down. Then. I turned around and looked around, looking for something, some lost thoughts. In all the days when they are not hesitant, they always seem to fall off at a touch. The wonderful gushing feeling always appears when there is no expectation, and this feeling will disappear even more wonderfully before you try to find a pen and paper to record it faithfully. Disappear. Disappear. ? ???? So I have no better way. Habitual amnesia is one of the happiest ways I can make myself happy, although it should only exist outside of the state of my writing. So my thoughts are constantly coming and going, often simulating all the forms of Nirvana. ???? So it's a mess. Thoughts and ways. I believe that chaos is the most basic form of Nirvana. Chaos. In ancient times, people called the climax or ending of a movement "chaos". And when nirvana reaches its extreme and reincarnation is like that, chaos begins. ************************I am the dividing line between the two sequences****************************** ???? Another preface: Nirvana is between life and death, wandering back and forth, understanding summer in the soul, sublimating in the instant, the floating dust is not chaotic, and there is no whirling. Even if all these things arise from the mind, they will cease from the mind. They are not related to things, and they do not recognize reality and illusion. They are just like drops of dew in the morning. Then fate turns and chaos reigns, and fate turns again, and again chaos.

The hasty words that have to be said but can only be expressed in words have the right to serve as a preface: ???? Maybe I have been pondering. With or without wine, when they see me with my head down. Then. I turned around and looked around, looking for something, some lost thoughts. In all the days when they are not hesitant, they always seem to fall off at a touch. The wonderful gushing feeling always appears when there is no expectation, and this feeling will disappear even more wonderfully before you try to find a pen and paper to record it faithfully. Disappear. Disappear. ???? So I have no better way. Habitual amnesia is one of the happiest ways I can make myself happy, although it should only exist outside of the state of my writing. So my thoughts are constantly coming and going, often simulating all the forms of Nirvana. ???? So it's a mess. Thoughts and ways. I believe that chaos is the most basic form of Nirvana. Chaos. In ancient times, people called the climax or ending of a movement "chaos". And when nirvana reaches its extreme and reincarnation is like that, chaos begins. ************************I am the dividing line between the two sequences****************************** ???? Another preface: Nirvana is between life and death, wandering back and forth, understanding summer in the soul, sublimating in the instant, the floating dust is not chaotic, and there is no whirling. Even if all these things arise from the mind, they will cease from the mind. They are not related to things, and they do not recognize reality and illusion. They are just like drops of dew in the morning. Then fate turns and chaos reigns, and fate turns again, and again chaos.

-- I'm going to a fancy banquet In your name... Although covered with mud Randomly find a pair of wings from the cabinet of old memories Bring it just because there is rain on the road ··· ··· But when I raised the blood-red wine, there was a calm tear. In the eyes where I suddenly saw your eyes finally relieved It turns out that this moment of silence was actually a promise made thousands of years ago Relieved, I threw my head up (1) May 30 Cloudy, heavy rain ··· ··· May 31 Sunny

*Actually, this passage cannot be regarded as a mood note, but I would like to successfully explain these three unrelated passages about the stones, if I am still awake. Their innermost thoughts are actually what our lives look like. Our hearts are already flying high, but our steps cannot move forward. We stick to the same place like stones, looking at the surrounding scenery, longing for or ignoring something, looking forward to or staying away from something. They are just like any thing in our lives. They always look at us wordlessly, hoping that we will accomplish something, and wishing us to live a warmer life. They also have low self-esteem and are rich in emotions. When they finally dissolve or reach nirvana, there will be fewer thoughts around us. They will not wait for us to learn to cherish them.

I was on this hill with a tower east of the Li River and surrounded by mountains. In the completely quiet air, I seemed to hear the most beautiful sound...