The Record of Thoughts in the Sea

In this world, all the brilliant colors will inevitably return to the cold dust one day. There is no doubt that old age and decay are the endings of all stories. We are just a grain in the sand river and a fleeting star in the sea of ​​stars. Even so, I still love life, love all the suffering and despair I have experienced, and travel to thousands of mountains and rivers to overcome misfortune and suffering, just so that when I look back at the end of my life, I can see the footsteps of you and me walking side by side. The night bell rang on the top of the temple, and a warm breeze blew across my face. The black and white Tai Chi robe was filled with the distant wind, and then moved away to an unknown place. I smell the strong fragrance of the seven-color pansy, which cannot give up its rich fragrance all year round, and the seven-color splendor from life to life. We are deeply intoxicated by the fragrance of this world.