Legend has it that there is a kind of bird that, when the end comes, gathers sycamore branches and burns itself, and is reborn in the fire. Its feathers are richer, its voice is clearer, and its spirit is more marrow! It's called Phoenix. "-----" After countless winds and rains, it still stands proudly in the sky, just like a flash of lightning, unveiling the mystery. Therefore, I picked Kunlun's ink, floated Tanxi's paper, washed seven-color brushes, used Lantian's inkstone, supplemented it with the sound of green, supplemented by the light of sea pearls, climbed to the high platform to feel the universe and all things, compiled a collection of essays and chanted it, which is called "Phoenix Nirvana".