A short story derived from Mo Lin. The writing is not very satisfactory, but it is not actually a tragedy.
Lotus of Buddha:
Its posture is straight and straight, bright and fresh; its appearance is cheerful and proud and independent;
Its roots are like jade, without any color; its stems are empty, with no five aggregates visible;
Its leaves are as green as green, and the purity grows from them; its silk is like strands, stretching endlessly;
Its flowers are solemn and have a long-lasting fragrance; they have no branches or vines, no hanging or obstruction;
I like lotus seeds even more, and work hard like a Buddha; I teach people earnestly, and I will be reborn in the Pure Land.
The lotus is my favorite flower. Whether it is a blog or a novel column, my little world has always been called: "Lotus Pond". One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. I give the lotus's blessing to my favorite character in my novel: Ye Mufeng, even though his ending cannot be perfect.
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