Everyone in the world asks: What is floating life?
Floating and beautiful dreams, empty Yin crossing the sky. The years were wasted, and the dark feelings were smuggled out. The grass and trees are flourishing and withering, but they cannot wither; the flowers seem to be rotten, and they have fallen and been abandoned. The autumn cicadas return, and the winter flowers chill the bones. Six hundred years, in terms of cause and effect, how can we talk about years. Is it worth weeping on the branch to bring it to nirvana?
Become an immortal, attain the Tao, but have no memory. The cold snow is falling on the world, under the green mountains, beside the pavilions, the lake is frozen to the blood, the boat covered with frost and snow is swaying leisurely, the sound of blue waves is soft, and the boatman sighs, what memory does this place carry?
How to trace back. Go to the southern gods and Buddhas to ask for results. Sincerely, it is a puzzle for one of them. Arguing about the livelihood of the people, controlling its causes, and seeing through the past events in the world one after another, help the world and heaven, but cannot help themselves. "The phoenix has a day, and it will go again tonight. It will be a hard journey for all living beings, and the affairs of the world will be chaotic. It will go back in reverse, and the water will not turn around."
"Who does 'floating life' mean?"
"Wandering astray and wasting time, knowing life and talking about death."
"How can we make up for it?"
"To no avail."
Intention: love