Gaden Mani

The first stone slab was placed by our ancestors, He carved his thoughts in stone. The stone is too clumsy to remember, Grab a handful of black soil underneath the pad. The black soil is the sleeping memory of the earth, One note is thousands of years long. Later people followed what their ancestors did, One person at a time, the stone slab is pressed against the earth. The stone slab presses the earth, the earth presses the stone slab, Stacked layer by layer to the sky. Lan Tian bowed his head and asked softly: "Why are you heaping rocks into hills?" Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing. Put your hands together and look in all directions: "We are burying the worries of the world, Those sorrows that cannot be seen by God. " Oh—— Stone mountains are the closed lips of the earth, Black soil is the seal sealed by time.