Looking back at that moment
That day, the flute and flowers bloomed
That year's snow, moon, wind and flowers
The proud sword of that life
But it's uncertain how much dust will be kicked up when you wipe yourself.
You and I met in the world
How do you know that the next life will be melancholy?
Dependent origination and cessation
But this is the icing on the cake for this life
The stories in the book are all independent but closely related. The origin is just some ancient pictures I saw.
It's a pity that Jinjiang cannot illustrate
Just a glimpse, it's also full of twists and turns
Because I firmly believe that even a drop of water carries thousands of tons of affection