Tonight, I want to share with you a song by Wu Na, "Listening to Zen in the Snow", which is selected from the album "Tianchan 3".
After listening to this piece of music, it is natural that the heart and music blend into a kind of artistic conception, just like snowflakes flying all over the sky, and if there is a wish, the elves cover the dust crystal clear.
White and cool, falling from the sky like a jade butterfly, rolling up and falling silently, dancing and refreshing, listening to the language and Zen sound of falling snow.
Another example is that it is freezing outside the Great Wall, the wind is raining, the snow is leisurely, a lone shadow strikes, the sword is in the rivers and lakes, the song is walking, and the snow is full of wind.
Outside the desolate border town, a tall figure stands in the wind, and snow is his only companion, flying around in front of him. White, cold and bleak, flying snowflakes melt in dark and deep eyes, giving people the feeling of understanding the world and the world of mortals.
The hidden firm but gentle is colder than snow, carrying a snowstorm, walking magnanimously between heaven and earth, full of lofty sentiments.
Even if the snow is quiet, how can the deep red beating in the heart guide a strange fate? A touch of carmine in the ice and snow is the love of three lives.
Facing the wind of understanding, accompanied by snowflakes flying, in the fragrant evening, shallow whispers, branches swaying gently, fragrance blowing on my face.
Standing figure, stroking, melting six petals of snowflakes moisten the beauty of Mei, sitting on the ground, picking up the sword and throwing it, gazing affectionately.
Snow falls on the eyebrows, which is the tenderness for plum blossoms. At this moment, I will accompany you to dry the sea, rotten rocks, falling snow and melting snow Zen.
The sound of the piano is a little cold, as if snowflakes melt into the strings by hand, playing a picture of ink and snow, and the sky is fragrant for the stove and the ground, burning out the fleeting time.
Listening to the soft piano, listening to the falling snow telling the Zen, on the road of life, each song also interprets a different world, a different understanding, a different snowflake, a different bitterness and sweetness.
The piano music draws the heart, and the snowflake wraps the dream. On a cold night, a beautiful scenery flies.
Stretch out your hands to accept the kiss of the elf, gently cool, soft touch, temperature transfer in the palm of your hand to melt your tenderness into crystal drops, and singing is like a spring breeze, only wishing happiness.
Listen, the sound of falling snow seems illusory, like the subtle breath of quicksand, like the entanglement of brocade lines. Falling snow is the massiness that God has given to the earth, and falling snow is the plain cotton that God has given to mountains and rivers.
The snow is not exhausted, the song is not exhausted, the snow falls to cultivate the heart, and the meditation is in nothingness. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom and fall, and the years change.
The artistic conception of the soul is inspired by nature, or the piano is long, or the snow falls to listen to Zen, all of which are rooted in the wisdom of the soul. When you think of the beauty of tranquility, you realize the spirit of Wukong. Everything is Zen.