My daughter has reached the age of becoming a monk, just like in the blooming peach blossom season, she coiled her hair in the shape of a rockhopper with pearls and got married before the incense table. The groom lifted the veil in the bridal chamber, leaving me only the tea that I had just visited the temple.
If my daughter can fully understand my thoughts, then I will read Buddha all my life and pray for her;
Look at people's life, it's no different from that grass. Time goes on and goes fast. In a blink of an eye, we are all old and can all laugh it off.
The protagonist is a talented woman who sees through the world of mortals. She lives in heaven. There is a clear pond in front of the door. The sunset glow shines on the bamboo forest in the green hills, and the leisurely breeze blows slowly. This is like a hero's spotless, lofty and honest cultivation. When a daughter is married, she has to go back and forth to her husband's family. This situation is like the mood of the protagonist at the moment. He who sees through the world of mortals is in the world of mortals, the world of mortals is on the left, Buddhism is on the right, and both sides are given consideration. This is the purpose of the name (half-pot yarn). I wanted to give up and escape into an empty net, but I was worried and reluctant to see my daughter fail to reach my accomplishment and realm. Just think, or stay and take care of her. Life is like this. Yin and Yang change repeatedly. There is nothing to stay. Why force it? All my life, as long as I live at leisure.