How to let you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, asking it to make us form a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sunshine on your only way. All the flowers are the hope of my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. When you finally ignored it, you left a friend. That is not a petal, but my withered heart.
2. A Violet-Zi Rong
There is a deep echo that has become the past.
Only the cold starlight illuminates the horizon.
There is a violet in the field of water, thinking and singing alone under the stars and the moon.
What you can see is the noumenon, and what you can recite is pink plum, a violet.
There is a hazy moonlight, and there is a classicality that the stars sink into the lotus pond.
Through the wet mud here and there, it is so beautiful.
Vast meditation, veiled, strange and unable to face each other.
Visible in the shadow, there is a shadow in the water, a lotus flower that looks at the sky silently.
Purple is facing the night, facing the sunset sky.
Although the lotus is covered with water drops, you never cry.
There is still lush green and beautiful red flame.
Starting with the cold wave.