Poetry
The Buddha's heart is blue
The Buddha gently waves the green willow branches in his hands
Sprinkles a few drops of pure water
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Auspicious clouds floated in the sky
Flowers bloomed, willows turned green, water became clear, and peaches turned pink
Crocodile Tears
Full of Kindness
Sprinkle a few drops of clean water
Wash away "disaster" from the dictionary
The plague is gone
Air disasters and mine disasters are difficult to eliminate Escape
The tsunami and hurricane have completely subsided
A painting has grown vividly
Inside and outside the painting, I can lean back in the high-back chair
The face is full of singing and dancing
Is this all true?
Buddha, where are you?
Can you just wave the willow branches gently and sprinkle a few drops of pure water
I saw the lovely clear eyes< /p>
Floating broken dead leaves, joy was shot down
The blood soaked into the soil, gradually becoming cold
The smoke gradually became cold
Buddha Ah, where are you?
A temple is located deep in the mountains, and wooden fish are clanking
The gate faces south, and devotees are coming in and out
You say Amitabha
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The Buddha is not in the temple, but on the road
I saw the kindness of the Buddha
A beautiful lotus blossomed
falling world.
Who stretched out a pair of Buddha's hands
to carry the heavy luggage on his back?
If you have Buddha in your heart, you still need to walk hard
Piety is the blue in the heart of Buddha
The Buddha is not in the temple, but on the road!
Buddha, it’s you, my human being!