Tao Weird Buddha

When Zhang Shiyu's blood stained the red leaves of Qianshan Mountain, he dragged his tired body and jumped down from the First Ancestor Mountain. It stirred up thousands of waves. Who is the person holding an umbrella in the rain? Are the people who accompany him still happy? When I feel emotion, is it a fairy or a demon? Ask me what emotion is in the world. Some people are fearless, and some people are unyielding. The way you don't kneel is touching. Do you still want to go? You are wearing a ragged cloak. How many times will it need to be sewn and cut before it is perfect? Buddha, what is it? What kind of talent can exchange for my true love? In this life, I want to return all my regrets one by one. I am Zhang Shiyu. A pair of mandarin ducks playing on the water in the rain It's like the sweetness in the bitterness of missing you I don't care if there are three thousand people in weak water who can blame me A hundred turns of reincarnation I just want to continue my relationship with you Seal Engraving Farewell to the Misty Jiangnan I can't bear to sign off on your beauty The reed pipe wrinkles the face of time The world of mortals smiles but is still attached to you Your hand embroidered plum blossoms to announce the spring between your eyebrows Overflowing with innocence that will never regret The mottled records on the archway But the oath you made to wait for me