News in the Tree

The clouds in the sky are like a dreamscape, standing tall on the tomb with nowhere to go. Talking nonsense under the bodhi tree, feeling sad on the road of life and death. When he was young, he scraped his bones in an attempt to remove the poison, but instead his marrow was pulled out and hammered with iron nails. The wooden sword was left abandoned on the barren mountain, and the rags were wrapped around the broken arm.