I fell in love with the handsome monk at Xiangguo Temple.
That day I was taking shelter from the rain in the temple and saw him holding an umbrella for a flower.
The rain soaked his shoulders, and their eyes met.
His eyes were like the moonlight in an ancient well, dark and desolate.
In a trance, I thought I had seen the living version of Tsangyang Gyatso.
Purpose: Cherish life