This Monk Has Immortality

Life is a big dye vat, the original heart is the white cloth, and all the ups and downs are the dye. After experiencing the erosion again and again, the beauty of the past has long been buried in time, and the childhood dream about the dandy has long been forgotten. Li Feng stood on the tide of the river and let the water of the river flow eastward. He vaguely seemed to see himself in his youth again, concentrating on catching cicadas under the tree...