No flowers are not grass, and no grass is not a tree. The mind is a tree.
There is no flower that is not grass, and there is no grass that is not a tree. The mind is a tree, a flowering tree, which blooms in the fertile soil of the mind, in your mind and in the sky of life. The mind is a flowering tree, full of flowers and colors, which opens the foundation of life and the road of destiny.
Mind is a flowering tree, do you feel it?
Open in the fertile soil of the mind, open in the mind and bloom in the sky of life. The mind is a flowering tree, full of flowers and colors, which opens the foundation of life and the road of destiny.
Mind is a flowering tree, do you feel it?
Do you think it strange that I say that the human mind is a tree?
Really, the mind is a tree. From the moment you came to this world, from the moment you walked into the vast sea of people, from the moment you opened your ignorant eyes when you were a child, this tree has quietly sprouted and taken root, quietly grown green leaves and spread its branches, forming a shade that belongs only to you in your heart. Don't you believe it?
I don't know, in fact, you have seen such flowers blooming around you countless times, unconsciously.
When you are in the dead of night, you suddenly hear a beautiful music playing for you. ...
When you meet a small room with the door open for you in a world of ice and snow, there is a burning fire in the room.
When you are wandering at the crossroads, someone smiles and walks over to give you good guidance.
When your body is trembling with cold and loneliness, a pair of warm hands gently reach out to you.
When you find a pair of beautiful eyes staring at you silently with clear eyes.
When your soul and feelings are shocked and touched, whether it is as strong as lightning or thunder, it still passes by your heart like a breeze.
At such a moment, it is the moment when you see the flowers of your heart in full bloom. At such a moment, the tree of your mind is quietly sprouting, growing leaves and extending the branches of freedom to a vast space. No painter can paint such a scene with a brush, and no poet can express such a process with poetry. It is a silent and invisible process, but the changes it causes are long and endless, changing the history of life.
Can you believe it? Your heart will bloom once. Maybe it's a big piece, maybe it's just a lonely flower, maybe it's a unique flower, maybe it's just a humble flower; The flower of your heart may bloom for a long time, and it is often unbeaten; Maybe it's just a flash in the pan, fleeting.
No one can predict when the flowers of the mind will bloom, let alone describe the wonderful scene when they bloom to you. But I can tell you that such flowers bloom all the time in the world. The moment when someone gives love to the world is the moment when flowers bloom.
May your heart bloom quietly.
May our world become a world full of joy.