The old dreams are still vague, the peach blossoms are still there. The moon shines brightly, and the flowers fall, making people unable to sleep.
The vast clouds and water turn into tears of lovesickness. The fallen flowers are drunk, the sound of the flute is soft and regretful, and the monument is left alone and empty, who can take refuge?
Chan He was a monk in a prosperous ancient temple. When the abbot ordained him, he looked at his indifferent profile and shook his head, sighing in his heart - he is another person who can let go of the things outside him but not the mortal world in his heart...
What kind of past events in this mortal world made him so fond of it?
And who responded to the sentence "I am just a mayfly that has been with you all my life, floating and unable to enter concentration"?