The text comes from diaries, notes, miscellaneous records.Some are officially written on the computer, and some are scattered and recorded on the paper pages carried during the journey.Words have immediate meaning, and the ideas or details written down, looking back later, no longer seem important or irrelevant.But looking back from the records, we can see a process of self-construction and progress. I write these casual words, and I don't intend to keep them for a long time.After selectively sorting out a part, the rest is also emptied or eliminated.These thoughts, emotions, feelings, traces of perceptions and old bodies belong to the past.The text extracted from it becomes a book, enters the world of being read, and flows its own way ever since.They also forget each other.

At the end of July 2012, the manuscript was closed.The cicadas are singing wildly in the garden outside the window. Checking the calendar, it turns out that it is the beginning of autumn.The so-called truth comes to light, which is to meet one's own nature in the whirl of time.What is powerless is ultimately powerless, and what is powerful is still progressive.These pictures are sorted into luggage and pushed into the track of time.I feel a new life because of this.It is indeed possible for us to be a new version of ourselves moment by moment, infinitely alive and alive. The record is a private form, fragmented, skipping, careless in expression.But I don't care about the distance between this wayward way and the public reading.Different thoughts lead to different feelings and understandings of things.Cognitive barriers can also produce obstacles or deviations in reading.We live on our own frontiers.Like flowers blooming in the shaded or sunny valleys, on the seashore or in the grass, but they all bloom in their own nature.It is the oneness between man and man.It is equal and open.

I am aware of my oneness with the world, with my many readers, with strangers I have never met.I am willing to share everything I know and think, even if it is small and trivial, but it comes from the inner reality and thinking.Expressing and reading can touch the deep self, and connect and confirm each other.This confirmation is sometimes between me and "me", and sometimes between me and "you".The writing of others is a kind of inspiration, reference, and self-reflection in the mirror.They will also sow small drifting seeds among the beings who have induction and karma.This is a beautiful encounter.

Human expression has its own limitations.There is the immediacy of it being constantly pushed into the past.There are struggles that may have been repeatedly stated by the ancients or in the past.But that doesn't mean the expression is false.Expresses the sense of existence of individuals who continue life, and conveys it in writing and reading.Expression also carries immediate insight, making a voice and allowing oneself to "hear".Also let people who can "hear" know. In 2011, a novel was published.For me, it's like climbing over a mountain.Turning over is not the end, it is to see a new road unfold on the other side.It is a kind of hair growth, circulation, decomposition, and elimination.For me, these words are like hammering an iron nail into a rock, slowly, firmly, continuously, and deeply; it is also like throwing a letter into the sea, scattered casually, without purpose.They are an awareness and clearing of the mind.

That year, in Kyoto, I met a Japanese Zen master. He said that if you walk with strong and firm steps, you can walk a long way.A Tibetan master said that anticipation and fear should be our commandments.That is, one should have nothing to expect and nothing to fear.I like to walk.When walking, the present moment is all.Sow the seed, let the flower bloom, let the fruit bear.There is no need to investigate how it ends and what it means. Brave heart, eager to speed up life, feeling and fulfilling things strongly, more commitment and action.Take the load with all your might, or let it go completely.Questions ultimately need to be answered with practice.What people want is to approach the distant sea, jump into it, dissolve it, and obtain the complete ultimate.People are just walking on the road.

May you find something in this book.thanks. annie baby Beijing July 28, 2012