Its snow-satin-like fur circulates with a golden halo of incense, and the sound of its flesh pads brushing against the blue bricks is lighter than falling flowers. The most surprising thing is that the ink spots between the eyebrows actually appear and disappear with the chanting of the Sanskrit, just like the lowered third eye of the Bodhisattva. I hurriedly shook down the camphor seeds all over my body, but I saw it stretched out its claws to hold down the rolling seeds, and its amber vertical eyes suddenly collided with my consciousness.
At that moment, the knotted tree roots spasmed deep in the soil.
It turns out that spirits also have heartbeats.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"The bark of your tree is about to be broken.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Wei Shi pulled herself into the shape of a branch and lowered her head from the clouds to look at me. This white cloud, always edged with blue ice crystals, is now simulating the canopy of my wildly dancing tree with rain vapor:\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"I heard from the cruising geese that the cats in the temple have received monk ordination.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
I shook off three yellow leaves to cover the hot resin:\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"But it caught my cause and effect.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Cause and effect should be knotted with fragrance.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" Wei's poem suddenly scattered into the sky with stars, and his voice swayed with the mountain wind: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Wait until your April flowers bloom...\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
The morning bell rings.
The cat with camphor seeds hooked on the tip of its talons jumped up to the Guanyin Pavilion, and the Buddhist bells wrapped around the tip of its tail created a halo. I suddenly understood all the hidden pain in the annual rings - it turned out that the plants and trees had been cultivating for thousands of years, just waiting for some existence to catch me when I fell.
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