Five Colors Paradise

The stars and the sun come and go in cycles, and the dreams are like sand, countless of them. This is a world where time is stagnant and chaos coexists. Zhang Wensi wakes up to the sound of the alarm clock every day. The five-color bodhi tree in the center of the room will project a random date on the wall, and his day will start from there. And when the day is over, no matter what he gained on this day, everything will disappear after falling into a dream. On the contrary, his dreams were continuous, as if he were another person in a world where day and night were reversed, working from sunrise to sundown like ordinary people, from birth to language learning, from young son to wanderer, from sword practice to fledgling, from obscurity to world-famous... Zhang Wensi was often confused: Who is the dream? Who is the real me? Am I the dream of the knight in the dream? Five-colored stems grow on the Buddha soil, one tree and one floating tree, one grass and one heaven, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata, one sand and one bliss, one square and one pure land, one smile and one dust connection, and one thought and one tranquility.