Only by tasting all the sufferings of the world can we know the true meaning.
At the beginning of spring, when I was young, I was ignorant and ignorant. At the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently evil. When we were young, we were ignorant about desire, and we didn't know its danger at all, and we fell into the abyss accidentally. With a stone tied around his waist, he will taste the same unpredictable disasters as living beings.
Summer is enthusiastic and more passionate. Driven by desire, breaking through the bottom line of the door. After crossing the non-existent wall, breaking the precepts, and releasing the demon after going out, this side is pure and no longer. No matter what, pack your bags, take away the body of the Buddha, have a Buddha in your heart, and go far away.
Autumn bleak, return to hometown. Buddha is still there, people are desolate. Knowing that the world is dangerous, people are unpredictable. Put down the butcher's knife, suffered head-on blows, suffered whipping, wrote Buddhist scriptures, unforgettable, faced the wall for ten years, and finally repented.
The boat is going up the river, one end is the secular, the other is the Buddha.
The straw mats are divided on both sides, one side sleeps when the monk is a monk, and the other side when he enters the world.
Cats have their own spirituality, and snakes have Buddha-minds. The beloved disciple realized the Tao, and the master passed away in the heart of Jiang.
The six roots are pure.
The snow is flying, and winter is coming again. Evil is frozen, sin is buried, and sunshine fills the Buddhist hall.
The karma on the other side is paid off, and the troubles on this side must also be eliminated. Climb to the top step by step, see the world, and finally feel free.
Winter has gone and spring has come, like fate, sowing a cause to get an effect, from effect to cause. Just be careful, there is no difference between the Buddha's hand in the temple and the ghost in the door.
Alas, it's a bit bitter, and you won't know until you taste it, but how many chances are there to come back...
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