Buddha said: Looking back at the past life five hundred times, just in exchange for passing by in this life. Who once said: After a hundred years of cultivation, you can travel in the same boat and a thousand years of cultivation can sleep together on the same pillow.
... Hundred years, thousand years. Is everything that happened in the past my endless nostalgia or my endless squandered longevity...
There are seven kinds of suffering in the world: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation from love, and not being able to seek what you want.
The world of mortals is vast and vast, but do you still remember our original world?
I dance alone in the sea of flowers on the other side, just like before. Just like before, Jun Lang still remembers that the phoenix flower as red as blood inside and outside Luo City, that color that burns the world and rises from the fire, whose beauty is it? The red dress resembles blood, reflecting the fire-colored clouds all over the sky. It twists and turns in the heart-stopping colors. Whose loneliness is burning out...
When you hold a bowl of soup and tea, why bother wondering whether this is Meng Po soup or the water of Wangchuan River. I look up to the sky and smile. This bowl of soup and tea is enough to make people forget their hearts and lose their minds. No matter whether it is injury or pain, they will never forget it...