One night before the Buddha, the candles burned out the incense and the words were poured out, promising him a life as a human being;
There are still two lines of clear tears in this life, but they are linked to each other. For the rest of my life, there is no need for bitter rain and endless rain;
In the capitals of Xianyunding and Guigu, one-leaf lotus and Chu Chi are poisonous, thousands of years of beauty's tears reflect the blue, white ghosts are withered and bite human bones.
A night of candlelight is nothing more than a thousand volumes of Sanskrit words dissipating like clouds of smoke.
The treasure of a golden lotus leaf is just a flower that blooms and falls in a lifetime.