Notes on the Eight Lives Under Sophora Sophora Sinensis

A piece of paper writes all the fate of eight lifetimes; A locust tree hides all the joys and sorrows of the world; A bowl holds all the warmth and coldness of fireworks. He has been an ant, a hero, climbed to the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and guarded a three-foot medicine house. I have seen the famine years when the wilderness was full of hunger, I have seen the prosperous age of singing and dancing, I have seen the original intention of the dragon slayer, and I have seen the despair of the talented. After eight lifetimes of wandering around, I finally returned to the old locust tree. The wind blew through the locust leaves, and the broken bowl was slightly hot. It turns out that all the trekking is to keep the warmth of a bowl of hot porridge and a home where someone is waiting. "Eight Lives Notes under Sophora japonica" Come from the ordinary and go to the ordinary.