The faint fragrance of glass flowers, the gurgling water, the boundless snowfield, the blue sky, and the cloud eagle, I don't know when I recalled the familiar fragrance of small green bamboo.
The years have left no trace, sweeping through the hazy sky, but leaving no trace of nostalgia.
Memory, like the petals of glazed flowers, is forever blurred, with twinkling beauty and sad beauty, one petal after another... Faint... One petal is pulled apart...
I knelt in the sunshine, but I didn't know that the warm sunshine was already kneeling in front of me...
May I be born again,
When you achieve Bodhi,
The body is like glass,
Clear inside and out,
Pure and flawless.
With its everlasting sadness, I actually disappeared in front of it, so obsessed, so crazy...
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Next time I write, please give me some advice!!
Leaves are flying!!