The frost and dew clear the leaf petals, and the stems and vines are smooth and smooth.
I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha, emerging from the mud but not stained, and washing the clear ripples without being evil. I don't know what year it is today, but I am still listening to the Buddha's recitation and immersing myself in the Sanskrit music of the ancient temple.
Ps: In order not to have my pen name banned, I quoted a short story I wrote in my early years.
Purpose: About seeing through