Drunk and drunken, there is life high on the branches, but in the end it is just a drop among thousands of flowers. The world's arrogant people want to be the proud son of heaven in the next life. Living in a daze, working hard all your life, you can't escape the ordinary. Life is never a playbook, so why deceive others and yourself. I have always been a passer-by when traveling in the mist.
I don't know why it's me, I just have bad luck and the road to death is bumpy. The Tao is inactive, the Buddha has no self, and I am tired of all the appearances. After all, I am attached to the appearances, and I still can't get out of this hurdle in the human world.
Really... If I had known that I would die of old age today, I would have done a fortune telling first.
(PS: Writing a book on a single machine is really boring. I really want to have interaction)
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