Time flows through the dust in the sun, and I finally realize that one flower and one world, one tree and one Bodhi, and the disturbing chores are just a drop of water, after passing by, there will be no ripples in the end...
In the warm sunshine, Ouyang Runzhi stretched out his hand: Luo Shu, if you are tired/remember/stop/let your soul follow/the footsteps of your body/let me accompany you/listen to the thunderstorm in early summer/appreciate the osmanthus in autumn/view the world with your mind/the days and months...