To give you a suggestion, find a sunny day and lie on the grass to see the clouds.
The grass is green and the blue sky is washed. When you go to a quiet tree in the wild (or next to the park), lay a cloth cushion, lie on it, rest your head on your hands, and close your eyes quietly. God, think about nothing, take a nap. At this time, you have given up the mundane thoughts, and have a clear heart, and you can see the clouds.
White clouds are erratic, one by one, one by one, one by one, go with the wind, go with the wind, the cloud is like a horse, the heart is like a tide, and your thoughts drift with it. You can make yourself think about the vastness and openness. Baiyun Cangguo. You can think of the world as a floating cloud, treat life as cloud smoke, and cherish life. Be positive. When the white clouds are endless, you can feel the universe in the clouds. Magnificence and eternity; maybe you will find childhood stories in the changing clouds. The white clouds cross the gap and the memories are so beautiful and so kind. Maybe in the clouds you think of the wild gestures of lovers, neon feathers, Ling Bo Yubu, a whistle of love sprang up ...
Look for a while, think for a while, and think while watching, without any restrictions, this is you who are free, you who truly belong to you. You will think many, many, far, far, beautiful and beautiful ...
There are many Yongyun poems in Tang poems: Guo Zhen has "gathered in the void to recover, the savages lean back and watch. I do n’t know that he is an unrooted thing, and the moon covers the stars to make a million ends." There is "the Baiyun dynasty on the mountain is not scattered, the green wheat in the field will dry up, what will happen on its own, and it will rain on the east?" Even more, because the crops need to be irrigated, the cloud can rain; Jiao Yu's "The white clouds rise far away, Shaking into the clear sky. Multiplying with the scrolls, unconsciously and always "wrote the momentum of the cloud, and my favorite poet Seng Jiaoran's" what is the meaning of the scrolls, the stream flows back into the sky. There are no physical objects, no traces. " Follow the wind. Do not blame each other, floating with me ", full of elegant Zen, more chic and refined.
I had an unpleasant day in my life. I used to go to the hills behind the dormitory alone to watch the clouds. The floating clouds on the day took away my troubles, and I even fell asleep on the grass safely. This moment of rest makes me purify my soul, and looking at the cloud is a special baptism that places the soul in a vast space.
When I have time I will lie on the grass and watch the clouds.