Listen to the voice of the blue sky. Days like orchid, such as the Netherlands, the poem field, full of years youth burning fire, within easy reach of love dreams take off here, life is a river of unyielding. Passion and moved, blood and heart, in the surging waves and storm into the most beautiful flowers. Moved bloom at every moment, in every burning at the moment of tears, lost in love and be loved, in samsara have love and lost love.
 
Time such as poem, life leaves. Often laugh in poetry, and often in poetic sorrow. Laughter is a kind of beauty, is also a kind of beautiful sadness. In the beautiful poem, we broken cocoon into a butterfly, like a stream flowing slowly, we appreciate the scenery along the way, ups and downs with the drop of life. Birds flying in the sky, leave no trace Offsite Backup, melancholy in heart all the year went by, there is no trace. Pain is always short, sadness is temporary, happiness like sunlight shining heart, we are facing the sea, bloomy spring. Our hands folded, nature and humanity, hope every flower will bloom beautiful, hope everyone can have a beautiful love, hope every child can grow happiness.
 
Everything is natural, all origin empty, everything is as beautiful as poetry. When cloud light wind clear tea, meditating, in: when the beautiful flower, the wind and rain when reading a book. Highland wide all day, sports. Eyes could not see the dirty earth again, in the eyes, ears to hear the noises of the secular,. Buddha says: see the faults of others, is their own self-cultivation is not enough. In fact this world no beauty and ugliness, beauty and ugliness is only in their heart. Beauty is all beautiful heart, heart ChouShi all ugly. Mind to happy breadth, heart happiness is determined by the depth. Mind as big as vanity, day in, and what is not happy? Heart full of love, all things are their own children, and what is not happy?
 
Life is forty, Peter. He who sees through love, but is the accumulation and dispersion. He who sees through life is impermanent. He who sees through life, but is gain and loss. The world of mortals he who sees through, but is off. Is coming will come, and will go to the. Everything is false, happiness is true. Simple and easy to be happy. A leisurely, easy to be happy. Lust after this does not belong to his own things, you will feel sad. Want too much, will feel unfortunate. Heart flat, flat world, during the world quiet. Moon and selfless dedication is not reduced, the sea humility to low not humiliation Singulair. Line to water poor place, sit up watching the clouds, looking back at each time is away from her, every failure, is a new starting point. Learn to stand on the shoulders of giants to see problems, to warm in the wind and rain to see the blue sky, learn to cool, learn to take, learn to pay, learn to content, learn to be grateful, learn to appreciate, learn to find beauty in the ugly, learn to see hope in despair. You will suddenly found that everything is as beautiful as poetry!