Don't you see the sad white hair in the mirror in the high hall, you just sigh that time was too hasty at that time. Time will pass, the past will fade away, and all the floating dreams will be in vain. Life is a silent practice. Wait until the spring flowers fall, wait until the autumn wind rises, wait until you return from thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, sit under the bodhi tree and drink a pot of light tea.
Intention: Even if there is deception, I am still willing to treat this world with tenderness; even if it is cold, I am still willing to treat the mortal world with warmth; even if there is disappointment, I am still willing to look forward to the next encounter.