"Qiankunluo"
# Recommendation
All the wonderful things are sent to me by the ephemeral smoke, and I ask about the heart-shaping ape.
All things are transformed into sacred things, and all kinds of things are hidden and imaginary.
The flowers are blooming and the leaves are full of beauty.
The years are waiting to die, and the eyes are empty and clear.
The void turns into time, and one thought sees thousands of lives.
The gods enlighten me and lock me in all kinds of ways.
Sometimes the flowing water disappears and the bright moon and sky disappear.
The rhyme of the crane has ceased, and the ghost returns to the wind and sings again.
