Re-Cultivation: Start by Losing Your Original Life

From cultivating the mind to a place of peace of mind, the heart is like a bright mirror wiping away the autumn water, and the pine wind flutters the clothes and fills the sleeves with clouds; Climbing up to the third floor of the Self-Refining Pavilion, the blue shirt is dyed with the color of vicissitudes of life, and the sky is full of stars alone in the empty court. The blue sky is far away, the crane's shadow is lonely, and the road is far away In this endless pursuit, looking back suddenly, I still look the same as I did when I was young. ——This is a story about spiritual practice and reunion