One night, the young man sat in front of the window, nodding slightly, with a gloomy expression, as if he had been silent for a thousand years. The night was already dark, the moon was like a hook, the moonlight entered the house, hit the window, and slipped onto the young man's face, a deathly silence, spreading the breath of death. There was no wind, the room was a bit stuffy, and there was a slight sweat on the boy's face, so he got up, went out, and went to the courtyard. The summer night was deep, the stars were long gone, the dark sky was slightly blue, and there was only a lonely courtyard under the moon under the empty scenery. There was a jasmine plant in the courtyard. The flowers bloomed and fell year after year. When I asked what year it was, I asked the flower with tears in my eyes. The flower was speechless and speechless. There was a time when there were poems, but now we are living in seclusion. The situation arises from the heart, and the emotions change with the situation. As the saying goes, the fate of the past life is the fate of this life, the fate of the origin and the demise of the fate, the fate of the birth, there is no need to talk about joys and sorrows. Yes, five years of joys and sorrows, five years of emotional journey, have closed the door of their hearts. He remembered from afar,
Under the flowers, the girl asked: "If I go away, why will you miss me?"
The young man responded in a young voice: "I would like to have a cup of tea and a Zen lamp, meditate on meditation and enlightenment every day, and learn a good Buddhist story!"