When you are old and dreaming of resting, the flowers are empty and the smoke is flowing. Lu Xiaofeng wandered around the world, drank fine wine, fell in love with beauties, saw the light of swords and joyful grudges, and also experienced intrigues and intrigues. He knew that there was always a banquet in the world, and he thought that he was already used to parting. But when the building became empty and the prodigal son finally lost his home, he realized that the flower was the place where he felt at ease. He wants to find his best friends, his hometown, and his flowers.
Intention: Put down your mind and become a Buddha immediately