每天晚上,我都会走过一棵又一棵的街树。这些树,已被我走过千万次。夏天的树,一片茂盛,枝干向上伸展。冬天的树,繁华落尽,静静地看着雾霭,领受无边的寂寞。树的沧桑比人要多很多,但心智比人要淡定,所以每一棵树都是高僧。任周遭世事喧嚣,内心却淡泊宁静……马德说过,无欲的生命是安静的。一匹马、一头牛都有这样的时刻。晒太阳的老人,绣十字绣的女子,也是这样, Every night, I will walk through another street tree. These trees have been passed by me ten thousand times. The summer trees are lush and the branches stretch upward. The winter trees are bustling and quietly watching the fog and receiving endless loneliness. The vicissitudes of the tree are much larger than those of the people, but the mind is more calm than the person, so every tree is a sorghum. Everyone is surrounded by worldly affairs, but his heart is indifferent to peace... Madd said that the life without desire is quiet. A horse and a cow have such moments. This is also the case for the old people who are basked in the sun, and those who embroider cross stitch.