In this world, can we have both the Dharma and the Dharma, and live up to the Tathagata and the Lord?
Confused by the appearance, dressed in white monk robes, an old friend returns.
The flute is played under the moon, the Snowfall Villa is cold and silent, and the love of the past is long.
When the famous sword was young, we passed by the morning dew and the evening dew, but the fate was shallow.
There is a guest in the Western Region, and I will be alone and sad for half my life, and the beauty will hate me.
The heavy snow is falling, the lonely grave is deserted, and the love and hate of the past have become stories written by others.
After all, I can't bear to leave, my heart is warm in the world of mortals, and my unintentional greetings become the cinnabar in other people's hearts.
The young master's unparalleled splendor has passed away, and the lone monk in white has returned from the dust.
Conception: