The king of chun trees in the courtyard fell.
She put incense sticks on the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the niche, held the door, and stepped out of the threshold of the inner room. The King of Chun Tree was chopped down in front of her eyes. A chun tree that has become a king stirs up a storm when it falls. Call out, yellow sand rolls over every worker. Someone took off the towel from his neck scarf and patted it on his body.
"Such a nice chun tree, what a pity."
"Yeah, I can't eat anymore."
"It's not bad to build furniture. This piece and this piece are very strong and can be used to build a table and three benches."
"The work has not been finished yet, and my family's tree has been taken down by Xicang?"
Intention: Can time not flow away?