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On Cang Yang Jia CuO
I thought my passion would harm Brahma, but I was afraid to leave the whole city when I entered the mountain.
Is the world safe? Live up to the Tathagata.
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The first time I saw the seven wonders of Cangyang Jiacuo was in a book introducing antique collection. Beautiful sentences, beautiful words and beautiful texts. I felt that I was attracted by it at once, so I deliberately found my master and left.
Cangyang Jiacuo, a mysterious monk to me, and a person I want to write wonderfully, has drawn a long history of nearly 300 years between us. I don't know Zen, and I can't swim. I had to look at him from the other side with a low eyebrow and a good smile, and the Buddha's headlights shone through the lotus.
As Mencius said, "You can't have your cake and eat it", but I still ask myself, "You can have it both ways", and my heart is full of sadness. Maybe I often fall into choices, so I hope to have the best of both worlds. No words, no dreams, no sighs. There are always difficulties in life that prevent me from choosing. Then, if I didn't see a person write these fourteen words in the sand, if I didn't read that antique book with a letter, would the true meaning as clear as lotus still lurk in my heart?
He used to be the son of a farmer in southern Tibet, and later he was the holy king in the snowy area. He was supposed to be the monk king who sat in Potala Palace and received thousands of sacrifices, but he did it. ...
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