A prosperous life comes and goes. If you have feelings, you can never forget them.
The thick ink turns into the sun, but the leaves are cool, Taizu praises the Buddha, and the stubborn stone sheds tears.
With a wave of his hand, all things are vast, the sea of hell is reborn, and the midnight is flourishing.
Gesang sprouts, Bodhi blossoms, seven years and nine festivals, the chapter of rebirth.
Life is like a dream. After waking up from the dream, people come and go. Who can see the sadness clearly? The meaning of the existence of this book is to teach people in the world what love is and what love is.