The world is full of hustle and bustle, the hurried steps that come and go drown out the originally thorough soul, and the chaotic material desires raise the noise that fills the bright eyes. What was life like before?
——There is a kind of plant that grows in the lush greenery with a dripping verdant. It is gently picked, and a white slurries drank the dark green leaves in a thick and inseparable gesture. We could have been as simple as this, but in the intertwining of comings and goings, we lost our minds, forgot our promises, wandered from east to west, and lost our eternal desire over time. When the originally gentle heart becomes rock solid, what else can knock you back to your original shape!
Bodhi originally had no tree, and a bright mirror was not a stage. Originally, there was nothing, how could it cause dust? If you can, please give me a sip of the tears of the spiritual tree in front of the Buddha, to wash away the utilitarian dust from my soul; give myself a naive dream and then pick up a smiling bodhi leaf to enjoy a feeling of refreshment .
The days flow by in plainness: firewood, rice, oil and salt, birth, old age, sickness and death, human affection, gathering and separation... but it is just the appearance of entwined branches and leaves, how many people will open the green papaya to find the hidden crystal pearls? Life is like a green papaya abandoned in a hurry, and the original flavor is in it.
Whose green papaya? Behind the bizarre love, who has the courage to go to the promise of a lifetime with you?
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