E I have been wandering in the world for a long time, and the lotus blooms in my heart like a holy mirror flower.
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Under the Bodhi tree, I bowed my head and meditated, "The Bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust. The body This is the bodhi tree. My heart is like a bright mirror. I brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from causing dust." The bright moon kisses the lingering lotus, and the hanging beard plays with the light of the lake. When my thoughts are empty, I embark on the path of enlightenment, pick a pure and elegant lotus, and trace the roots.
The wear and tear of time, the remaining scars, who can bear to open them and soak them in salt to realize the pain. The hibiscus is shy and hidden in the green villa, looming, waiting for people to find it in their reverie. Refined and elegant, the charming smile in the water has drunk the hearts of many talented people.
The blue lotuses are flowing in waves, the pure land of lotus flowers, the lotus heart is pure and dew, moistening the hearts of the wandering people with compassion and sorrow.