"Spring flowers bloom, autumn flowers fall, who is worried about the death of a song? The summer wind rises, the winter wind passes, and no one can say that the mood is sad. Nowadays, I am used to watching the sun rise and the moon set, and my heart has become indifferent. ..."
Zhang Qiling said these words unknowingly and thought of that person.
The temple has long been abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and the decaying wooden corridors have no traces of the footsteps of the past; the mountain has long been empty, and although the vegetation is still lush, there are no people in it...
Everything is as fleeting as clouds and smoke.
Conception: