After thinking about it for a long time, Xiao Yan still couldn't understand it, and said honestly: "The younger generation is in the world of desire, and my heart is in doubt, please ask Daojun for advice." ”

Daoyangzi walked freely, smiled and asked her: "Among the seven feelings, what is love?" ”

Xiao Yan replied without thinking: "There are three loves in life: the love of the dearest, the love of the dearest, and the love of the beloved." There is also a kind of universal love. Frankly, "The younger generation has compassion for the common people, but they can't love the three." ”

Dao Yangzi nodded, "Benevolence is human sympathy and compassion, and it is also one of the 'love' of the seven emotions, but your feelings are not caused by benevolence, so don't mention it." ”

"Yes."

Daoyangzi said: "At the beginning of life, there are seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, but as they grow up, or because of different natures, or because of different education, or because of different growth, or because of different experiences, or because of other reasons, people in the red dust or learn self-control, or lose their true nature, or abandon their emotions, and so on. Why is the world called 'red dust'? Because there is color and dust, color is the desire and temptation of pursuit, dust is chaos and bustle, all kinds of pursuit, desire and temptation, it is too easy for people to lose their hearts, such as dyeing vats, making people color. ”

Xiao Yan pondered, so the world of lust not only refers to erotic desire, but also refers to the various pursuits, desires, desires, and temptations of the red world? Therefore, the realm of lust and lust experienced by each person on the way to cultivation should be different, but for her, it is the desire of love that is the most confusing.

Daoyangzi said: "Being in the red dust rolling, how can the heart not rise and fall? Taoist practice talks about the dual cultivation of life and life, sex is the nature of the heart, and if you want to cultivate your life, you must cultivate your heart. Cultivating the mind is not about cultivating affection and ruthlessness, but about cultivating the true nature and knowing one's original intention. As long as the original intention remains the same, whether it is affectionate or ruthless, affectionate or unaffectionate, it is your true self. If the heart is not ambiguous, the spirit is clear, and the mind can travel thousands of miles away, why is it sleepy? The heart is the heart, the sleepy is the thought, the love, not the heart. ”

Dao Yangzi looked back and smiled, free and easy like a breeze, and like light without half a cent of dust, "You have to know your own heart." I don't know my own self, I am in the mountains, and I am also trapped in the red dust. To know oneself is to be in the red dust, and the heart is outside the world. ”

He waved his sleeves, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Look at the flowers!" ”

After saying that, the big sleeves fluttered and went away.

From the green waves and flowers, there is a clear and free sound of Taoist songs.

"Someone asked me about the cultivation of the Fa, and I only cultivated my heart and body. There is no column in the vertical and horizontal directions, and there is no movement in the quiet. The color is medicine, the wine is Lu, and there is no restraint in the color of the wine. Just because of the flower and wine to realize immortality, drink and wear flowers and ghosts to cry. Dao Li people, really scattered, wine is a good friend, flowers are companions. Flower Street Willow Lane is looking for real people, and real people only play in Flower Street. Picking flowers and drinking longevity wine, there is nothing to do in the scene. Someone asked me about the practice of the Dharma, which refers to the sun and moon wheel on the horizon. I forgot my heart and was happy, and I crossed the water and clouds to confess. Come and talk to each other, come to know each other......"

Daoyangzi's singing voice was long and far away, and Xiao Yan could listen attentively.

"Flower Street Willow Lane is looking for real people, and real people only play in Flower Street." She muttered and blinked, Daojun asked her to "look at the flowers", did he let her go to the Ten Thousand Flowers to find her sincere?

However, it is ...... Daojun is lustful with herself, but she is unwilling.

She remembered "Eat tea!" ”

This is a famous saying of Taoism, and it is also a famous saying of Buddhism, regardless of Taoism and Buddha, the principle of enlightenment is the same. But you don't have to go to make tea to eat tea, and you don't have to go to Hongchen to see flowers.

Xiao Yan walked around the lake by the Emerald Lake for a long time, and after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to "look at the flowers!" ”

She really went to see the flowers.

At the foot of the mountain, the forest flowers are already in spring, but May in Tianmu Mountain is the time when the forest flowers are in full bloom.

Xiao Yan wandered among the forest flowers of Tianmu Mountain.

Tianmu Mountain is vast, there are more than 470 peaks, in addition to the forbidden places that are not allowed to go, Xiao Yan has traveled all over the 400 peaks of Tianmu Mountain this month, and has seen many wonderful scenery and beauty, and every scene and color into the eyes have touched her feelings...... It's just because my heart has been confused.

She saw the ten-mile Ping Lake in the Fenglin Gorge, like a fluttering jade belt, the islands in the lake were dotted, and the lake surface was rippling, so she remembered Shen Qingyi's poem, "Ten miles of Ping Lake Star Luobu, ten thousand waves of sparkling Milky Way", such a broad mind, and then remembered Shen Qingyi's eyes, shallow ripples, tenderness like silk willows, and like this rippling waves, underflowing with love.

She saw that on the banana peak, the rain hit the banana forest in the mountains, one in the east, one in the west, the emerald Shanshan, dripping with the sieve and dripping the poppy beauty under the banana, the left petal, the right petal, the red makeup was messy, which reminded her that Shen Qingyi was as tough as a green bamboo, like a red plum in the winter, and it would never be like this banana leaf and a flower, and the mountain was scattered, but there was a trace of pain overflowing in her heart, like a knife to remove the bones, and the bamboo and the plum would also be skinny.

She saw a clear spring bubbling in the pine and bamboo sea, and the white crane combing its feathers near the water, forming a leisurely and natural picture, but it reminded her of the fiery red rose on the white crane's white shirt woman's placket, and she felt that this leisurely nature lacked the blazing, and the years of heaven and earth lost the splendid flow.

She saw the sea of azaleas on Yuntai Peak, the red flowers reflected the mountains, the red glow was like fire, and the mountains were full of enchanting demeanor, looking at it from a distance, the mountain peaks were like smearing red rouge, like in full swing, enthusiastic and intense, which reminded her of Shen Qingyi's eyes when she played the sheng, the affection burned like fire, the love was like wine, and it was intoxicating.

She looked at it for a while, and then suddenly stood up and jumped into the sea of flowers. In the sea of fiery flowers, she found a flying goose stone that looked like a wild goose, swept the goose stone, opened the line, and took out the red sandalwood letterbox.

Look at the flowers! -- It is to "see the flowers" and "go" to enter this realm. If you just look at the flowers and don't get into the heart, you can't appreciate the true taste.

But this is dangerous, if she indulges in love and her mind is ambiguous, she will be trapped in love and unable to get out.

Xiao Yan remembered his mother's words, "The water is unintentional and turning, the mountains are colored and surrounded, the poor and deep are endless, and you can sit on the stone and forget to return." "This is a poem that describes the scene, and her mother asked her to write it many times, saying that all laws come from the heart, and the Dharma realm should be contemplated, and the heart is created. She is now in the "water without a heart and like a turn, the mountains are colored and surrounded", the boundary is between the ruthless and the affectionate, the heart is quiet and ruthless, the heart is impure and confused, so she wants to "see" the Dharma realm, poor and deep and exhausted.

Her fingers turned the sexagenary wheel on the lock box, and when she turned to her birthday, there was a soft "click" and the letter box opened.

Inside was a thick stack of papers.

The paper is a good light cyan dark flower poem, elegant and quiet, the eyes are familiar handwriting, clear and thin, Xiao Yan once laughed and called it a thin tendon when he was young, because it was so thin that there were only tendons, my sister lifted the purple jade tube and knocked on her head and said that this is the plum bone body, and the plum bone is thin and handsome. Xiao Yan laughed, but his eyes were sour, and the paper-filled plum bones and thin tendons in front of him lost their usual fluctuating and fast, but stagnant, obscure, and not smooth.

She looked at it slowly, sometimes her gaze would sink there, linger for a long time, and then slowly take it away and put it down.

The handwriting on the poem is sloppy, sometimes messy, which shows the mood of the pen, lovesickness, and it is difficult to calm down. The moon is half a window, three drums, and a sad person. "Sometimes the pen is condensed, thinking that it is choking in the heart, an inch of lovesickness, "wandering and wandering, and the lonely shadow under the moon is still there." "Sometimes the pen is soft and long, revealing long thoughts, and there is lingering compassion," parting with hard thoughts. When are the days off? It seems like water flowing eastward. Sometimes the pen is intermittent, revealing worry: "The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe?" He sighed and wrote little, "The days are far away, and the days of clothes and belts have slowed down." Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late. "Even the plum blossoms are lonely," the north wind hunts and blows people down, and thousands of flowers are withered. Who distinguishes the qi to the cold plum, and the silver flowers shine on Qinghao alone. ”…… Who will share a wisp of her breath?

Xiao Yan clutched a piece of poetry with a few traces of dried tears left on it, and in the lines of the poem: "I can't write a sentence, and suddenly my tears are wet." ”……

She suddenly had angina, got up and screamed.

The sound of the whistle shook like a sea of fire, and it burned like a flame, burning her eyes and heart.

She wandered in the sea of flowers, wandering while watching, only to feel that the fiery red all over the mountains and fields had become the acacia of red beans into the bones. Spring comes and falls, flowers bloom and fall, lovesickness at four o'clock and sadness at four o'clock, word by word, like silk entwining her heart.

But when spring comes, "I am sad that spring is coming." The soul-destroying willow hangs for a while, and the intestines are broken", when the spring goes, "the red courtyard and the green pond, the swallow and the warbler can also be injured", and when the summer comes, "the pomegranate flower is still hurting the spring." The grass is oblique. Hibiscus is thin, Huilan has heart disease", and in autumn twilight, "long thoughts, long sighs, and uneven smoke." Or poetry, or words, write acacia, without a rouge leaf", on a cold day in winter, "the jade pot is frozen." The smoke is fine, the silk is green, and when the intestines are broken, the screen window prints the plum blossom moon"......

She never knew that Shen Qingyi's poems could be written so softly and movingly, her poems were sparse, and the lyrics and songs rhymed fresh and natural, she never liked this kind of tactful lovesickness, saying that reading was too broad, and mourning was not comfortable, let her read less, don't read her heart narrowly, she laughed and responded, feeling that her sister's cold and stoic nature is not suitable for lingering tunes. But who knows, love is not up to people, deep love is like tarsal bone poison, lingering like silk, people can't get off, can't leave, soft intestines, lost their minds, no calm.

Xiao Yan also lost his mind completely, his mind was in a trance, lying on his back in the sea of flowers, the lake water in the sea was rippling and blurred, and the brilliance on the glazed lotus platform was blurred, like the colorful red dust, and the scenes were transformed...... Spring pear blossoms are like snow, she is holding the moon by the stream, but only the shadow wanders, looking at the moon abruptly, thinking about the distant people, "A tree of pear blossoms and a stream of moon, I don't know who belongs tonight?" After the summer, the lotus blooms in the pond in the garden, the flowers are beautiful, the pink and white light purple is like hibiscus, she enters the pond to pick hibiscus, but suddenly stands up, "who wants to pick it, what you think is in the distance." "The sound of wind and rain came at night, she tossed and turned, got up in her clothes, and stood quietly by the blue screen window," The people in the banana window outside the window are clearly dripping on the leaves. "The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is not round, she drinks with a cup, drunk and sleeps in the moon," drinking jade, full of drink, no need to resign. After being drunk, look up to the bright moon and send a thousand miles of light. "Chongyang Day, climb high to appreciate the chrysanthemum, but it is "all over the mountain chrysanthemum is lazy into the eyes", drunk and sad and drunk, "all over the mountain flowers red, not drunk people." "On Chinese New Year's Eve, she walked through the snow in the garden to look for plums, and broke a plum branch," into the proud frost branch. Returning to Lanshe, recalling the past, the love is like being drunk and sorrowful", leaning on the couch and looking at the plum bottle, stunned, "People have not returned, where to find the plum?" Wind and snow draw the bridge west. ”……

Those feelings overflowing on the paper turned into a living scene, Xiao Yan looked at Shen Qingyi suddenly happy and worried, suddenly frowned, suddenly groaned, suddenly tears, her heart was sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes sad, sometimes painful, so that she couldn't help but give her a wisp of fresh air, let her cold plum branches bloom, and couldn't help but stretch out a finger to smooth her frowning eyebrows, and couldn't help but stretch out her arm to stand on her, so that she wouldn't be so lonely under the moon, and couldn't help hugging her into her arms, Hugh wanted to let the night dew and cold invade her......

Xiao Yan felt the slender body in her arms, light and soft, the fragrance of white plum lingered, staring at her eyes shallow ripples, like spring light, and bright like fire, the lingering affection burned fiercely, "Ah Yan......" She moaned in a low voice, her eyes were half closed, her head was slightly tilted, her lips were like rouge red, and like cherries, and there was the fragrance of roses, Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel her heart beating, she felt that her face was hot and her mouth was dry, and she couldn't help it, she lowered her head and lowered her lips.

Just when the lips of the two were about to connect, there was a crisp birdsong in the sky above the sea of flowers, and there was also a clear light in the lotus petals in the lotus platform of Zhihai Lotus, which seemed to be a Sanskrit singing, and the sound was clear!

Xiao Yan suddenly woke up, his head raised, his blurred eyes gradually regained clarity, stared at the person in his arms, stared at the person in his arms, stared for a moment, and shouted: "Go!" ”

Shen Qingyi shattered like light and shadow in her arms, and the pieces of light fell into the sea of knowledge and turned into blue water again.

Xiao Yan took a long breath and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform.

He closed his eyes and whispered: "Ten thousand laws are from the heart, and the Dharma realm should be contemplated, and one qiē heart is created." ”

In an instant, the colorful resurgence in the sea of knowledge, like a blurred and lifelike mirage, showed the memories in Xiao Yan's heart one by one, it was the scene of her getting along with Shen Qingyi, from the day they first met, scene by scene.

Xiao Yan sank himself into it, and re-experienced those past events, tossing and turning in his heart bit by bit.

A long time has passed in the illusion, year after year, time flies, and my heart rises and falls in the red dust.

Xiao Yan precipitated his feelings for Shen Qingyi in these replayed details, just like the water of the sea, it will precipitate every time it rises. precipitation, not buried, not hidden, but examined with a clear and quiet heart, where did her love for Shen Qingyi come from...... For Shen Qingyi's love, where is it going to go.

She had to find her heart in the tranquility.

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