Part One: edge of the city every day in the fresh early morning wake up, but every day is numb look, do not eat breakfast, do not look at the sun. I was on the edge of the city, close to the city walking.In the hills, you can see those tall building.I’m facing the sun, pacing in the forest, those taste, you can probably make me awake.So, I sing out loud, I do not know what I sing.Soon, I saw the most familiar place, a touch of fog wrapped around the small temple in the mountains, the sun is absorbed by the tiles, it is so conspicuous. I knelt down at prayer, the monks ah, I hope you can read my aspirations ah.When you’re chanting for me, I secretly looked honeysuckle showings beam, please forgive me..I did not come to pray, nor is it to play, I have come to the open-minded.You gave me a book, writing smooth, monks, ah, I do not understand.You say this is your master left you, your master is literate in Chinese Thais, so only tadpole.I pointed the beam of honeysuckle, you said it was your master is your moment, that is the day you become a monk.Monks, and you do not multilingual friends, I’m off.My hands together, with the book’s gone. Unconsciously, already in the afternoon.I learned to meditate, to open the book on the legs.Sunset afterglow shines on my body, the air came over the hill hustle and bustle of the city, to sleep it. The sky slowly darkened, the moon between the trees flowing, flowing into the yard this, flowing into my heart.Silverlit front, close the book, and then picked a fruit.Each of biological mountain guide, sleeping in my heartfelt thoughts in.I have something to leave it.Do not leave it the way back. I know I can not leave the edge of the city, and finally get back a little tall temple.Because I am not a destination of ascetic. Part II: West Lake Park is the edge of the city I prefer to go to a place where views with respect to the other parks, it seemed more elegant, quiet.There are fresh and cool fountains, pedestrian rest of chairs, green grass everywhere.Side of the park next to the thick bushes Redbud and Pungent, separates the noise of the vehicles on the road. Why can not tell sometimes prefer to come here for a walk, remove shoes and socks, standing on a slightly chilly grass, and the grass between some unknown flowers, blossoms all year round gilded light colors.Love the flowers in these long grass between the corner of the city, they reveal the natural flavor Kusano, it has not been contaminated. Also like Blooming Bauhinia flowers across to see the car quickly glide.Then allow us to temporarily forget the hustle and bustle of the city some turbulence, but felt quiet leisurely.Said to be incredible, and sometimes in the park drive constant all afternoon, did not even hear the din of the outside world, until out of the park suddenly wake up from a state of silence.It turned out that the world is still the same, not because of smoke in the park and then to the interest pastoral, bustling hubbub that would change the situation.Sauna net occasionally in secluded trail and found a forgotten iris, shape like most of the phoenix flowers, flowers and more elegant than Phoenix.When leaned the smell of flowers, the petals a sudden falling down, your heart suddenly surprised, and could not help thinking: This is perhaps the butterfly flower Mirage, perhaps this is the butterfly spent the pre-existence of strike?Or at a particular pond, saw a brilliant pink water lily, proudly extracted from the mud, ignoring the dirty periphery, Yin chimed elegant and refined notes.Then the heart will think, what you really need what kind of Lilian, dust heart as to clean the lotus flower elegant yet? The happiness of life in many cases, is derived from the looks of things of little significance.For example, some time Hou exposure to old scenery, spontaneously evoke nostalgia for some memorable past.For example, when walking along the street and suddenly heard floated some favorite songs from the next storefront.These things seem obvious, sudden hole from self hearts open, the heart becomes sentient. No matter how the times change, in any era there will always be some people who Zoran.Like mountains change anyway, in the mountains is always clear and some of the same birds.Similarly, everyone in the time change, the most common change is to become commonplace vulgar helpless from poetic Happy.Our appearance still looks the same, but in essence, that idealism, the pursuit of perfection, full of honor every pore of self, what exactly is it? ”Red is a temple to, but not with the Red with the flow.”.To practice all life, life without being dyed, to subsumption of all values, without being value tired custodial.When the crowds, when materialistic, is not enough to have a clean and empty out in the hustle and bustle of flow in fame and fortune, you can see the clouds drifting across the sky, the shadow trace it? Predecessors had entered the impression of the mountain, out of the water abstraction.Zen into the realistic nature, out of the reality of the sky.And these are just the hearts of their predecessors ideal state.In today, the more substances at the same time have the joy, that spirit of joy but is increasingly losing.Perhaps, only when meditation alone in one of the self space, have their own landscapes and their sky strike?Thought here, you can almost hear the distant sound era came Pan, shrouded in Shiqianfeng finish that curl, haze in the cross boundless sky.