In Zen, it is said that when you do something with a certain intention, you add a certain additive to the work that hinders purity.
Wu-Wei describes the same thing by acting through conscious not acting. It seems paradoxical at first, but maintaining this purity in one' s actions is the true art. This is sometimes hard, because we want to achieve something, reach a certain point by forcing it and we by ourselves are far from perfect here, but trying to be most of the time in our flow, removing the 'want' and simply let our inner self guide us to express itself is what we try to do.
Wu-Wei describes the same thing by acting through conscious not acting. It seems paradoxical at first, but maintaining this purity in one' s actions is the true art. This is sometimes hard, because we want to achieve something, reach a certain point by forcing it and we by ourselves are far from perfect here, but trying to be most of the time in our flow, removing the 'want' and simply let our inner self guide us to express itself is what we try to do.
我真的很喜欢拉面每天可以吃一顿饭。我也喜欢去其他商店尝试拉面。But I haven't eaten a bowl last Monday.[泪流满面][泪流满面][泪流满面]It's really close,I used to say that I would go here to see[悲催][悲催][悲催]I went to Heng Ari to see seven convicts but never visited.Is this action really terrifyingAm I really too lazy?
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【SUNSET】
Looking into the sunset, I can't help but notice that despite her beauty, a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky. Deep inside you realize that this day is gone, and everything that It had brought is lost forever. Every thought, every action, every dream, every hope, every sight, every sound is gone. There is no chance of every being returned the same, exactly the same. For every moment has a limit to what it can capture, Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.
凝望夕阳，我无法抑止地看到，无论她是如何的美丽动人，挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕。内心深处，你明白今日已逝，它所带来的一切也永远消失了。每一脉思想、每一次行动、每一个梦想、每一线希望、每一幅景象、每一缕声音都消逝而去。一切都不可能还复如初，和原来一模一样。只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的，甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的。
（编辑：王莉莉审核：孙淑伟 金苗苗） https://t.cn/z8UPbt1
【SUNSET】
Looking into the sunset, I can't help but notice that despite her beauty, a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky. Deep inside you realize that this day is gone, and everything that It had brought is lost forever. Every thought, every action, every dream, every hope, every sight, every sound is gone. There is no chance of every being returned the same, exactly the same. For every moment has a limit to what it can capture, Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.
凝望夕阳，我无法抑止地看到，无论她是如何的美丽动人，挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕。内心深处，你明白今日已逝，它所带来的一切也永远消失了。每一脉思想、每一次行动、每一个梦想、每一线希望、每一幅景象、每一缕声音都消逝而去。一切都不可能还复如初，和原来一模一样。只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的，甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的。
（编辑：王莉莉审核：孙淑伟 金苗苗） https://t.cn/z8UPbt1
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