You have a house with blue bricks and black tiles. There are peach blossom trees planted by you yourself in the courtyard, striving for spring in March. You said you want one person to live in the house, and only one person. That is yourself, come when the flowers bloom and go when the flowers fall. The long lamp lights up the way you came, and the fallen leaves fill the street. At that time, I laughed at you for being stupid. There is no way in this world to have both the Dharma and the Dharma. If you don't live up to the Tathagata, you will not live up to you. If you are not born in Nushi, how can you be alone? Then he came and left again.
The eyebrows and eyes that I longed for at the beginning are now rare. From then on, the scenery you see and the words you speak all have your own considerations.
The peach blossom girl under the peach blossom tree once said to you with a smile, "Hey, this person is short-sighted." I saw you smiling, and you turned around and said, "Hey, Pianpian, this little demon's eyes are so poisonous." I look at you smiling, with relief in your eyebrows. I said, yes, it's really poisonous.
In fact, it's not poisonous at all. What you lack is not the mind but the brain.