“在文字中,一切都可以在劫难逃,一切都可以重整山河……它们来自我庞大的内心。那些饱满的激情居无定所,那么丰盈,却无处可去……”“闲,成了陌生与奢侈。但到底有人在亭台错落间,在廊檐深深处;在月下饮酒,花前品茗,与老僧谈禅,雨中一个人参禅,看花叹息,听叶吟唱,活得细腻而不颓。”灯光下,品读雪小禅这唯美、空灵、一意孤行的文字,感受着唇齿留香般阅读的幸福,我庆幸,在这纷繁的世间,我喜爱上了一种 “In the text, everything can be fled, everything can be reorganized mountains and rivers ... ... they come from my huge heart, those full of passion no fixed abode, so abundance, but nowhere to go , Has become a stranger and extravagant.But in the end some people in the kiosk scattered between the corridors deep; drinking under the moon, before the tea, with the monk talk about Zen, the rain in a person to participate in Zen, see flowers sigh, listen to Ye Yin , Live delicate and not decadent. ”Under the light, reading Snow Zen this beautiful, ethereal, deliberately writing, feeling the happiness of reading lips, I am glad that in this numerous world, I love a Species