He was born in the Luoqun Palace, and he sits deep with immortals, heroes, demons and demons. The auspicious smoke is slightly fragrant with lilies, and the red clouds are filled with thousands of flowers. However, when everything is washed away, who is still singing hymns in the Taoist temples in the city and in the whitewashed cages of fame, wealth and morality? I only hope that after my eyebrows are wrinkled and my head is bleeding, I can find a beautiful woman, find a good place, pour a full cup of clear light, and a cup of fragrant glutinous rice. A pair for life.
When I was a child, I always felt that the master's robe was very spacious, able to wrap up my little me and all my childhood attachments. When I grew up, I always wished that the master's robe would be bigger, so that he could accommodate all the sentient beings in the six realms while still having a small corner for me to lick my wounds.
Some things can only be remembered with greater pain after they have been experienced by me. Many years later, when I was beaten and exhausted, I finally learned that I will not buy the most beautiful dress; I will not talk to the person I want to be close to the most. These overly beautiful things, once they come into contact with my life, always have an overly powerful impact. Subconsciously, I am always afraid that they will change part or all of my life, just like the person I have been chasing for half my life. In front of them, I have begun to learn to take a detour, just like when I am near a celestial body with too much mass, even the light will bend.