Cultivation: Start with Orion

Lin Hua had a long dream. He dreamed that he went hunting and got lost in a blizzard. He lost his footing and fell off a cliff. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled through time. The old man who saved him turned out to be a monk. Master, please teach me how to practice. . . When idlers enter the field of disputes, who will win in a thousand-year chess game? There are birds in the forest, and the snow is heavy on the pines. Since ancient times, there has been nothing but hatred, and the sun has set for thousands of miles. The bleak autumn wind, the clouds lingering under the pine tree, The peach blossoms are frozen on behalf of the plum blossoms, and the sunset comes late in the evening. The leaves in the sky are green and the bamboos are green, and the water of Chu reaches the sky and is level. Princes, generals and prime ministers drink wine from golden bottles and talk to the world. The barren mountains are cold, the old cauldrons are sparse, and we hope for peace. Go high and come high, the sword is sitting in the shadowless cloud, Looking east and west, blood flows like a river, walking in the dark night.