Quite a lot ~ ~ ~

Those who cultivate immortality, become immortal after half a sleep, live forever ... Those who cultivate truth, seek the true self, be free and easy in the world ... Monks, prove the source, be themselves like ... and those who cultivate souls ... take souls into their lives, and be teachers of heaven and earth! "

"Dreams are like life before waking up, and life is like a play ... who am I? Dreams are life, waking up is death, or dreams are death, waking up is life ... the moment when eyes are closed and opened, it is between life and death, and perhaps it is impossible to tell the true and false life ...

This life may be a reincarnation, perhaps it is also a cause and effect ... Just, when to wake up ... "

Catkins are all over the sky and look like snow. This scene is beautiful, just like snowflakes in summer, drifting in the sky. If the wind is stronger, those catkins will dance more densely, fluttering and swaying, just like a rootless life. At the same time, they will bloom a trace of unspeakable sadness.

"Every year, at this season, people will see catkins all over the city, but they don't understand, don't know, that every catkins, they come at this time, in order to find the person connected with them, because they, each one is a person's life ...,

Only in the end, they landed on the water, in the dust, and dissipated in our eyes ... It's not that they didn't find it, but that we couldn't find it. "

Gradually, he seemed to see a group of glued catkins, which were two, just like each other, withered together, slowly floating silently in the endless catkins, and no matter how strong the wind was, they could not be blown away.

Ear, there seems to be a piano sound coming from nowhere, which reveals a sense of loss, just like a woman, who is only accompanied by the piano sound in that lonely waiting.