Pure land on earth has its own bitter poems.

The whole poem is: life is not pure land, and each has its own sufferings. We are all sad guests in the world of mortals. Don't laugh at who is a poo

The whole poem is: life is not pure land, and each has its own sufferings. We are all sad guests in the world of mortals. Don't laugh at who is a poor person. The glass is full of heartless wine, and there is no one in our eyes. This poem was written by a Zen monk, which means that the deeper you think about life, the deeper your pain will be. And just like the cathode produces yang and the anode produces yin, the deeper the pain, the more it will return to nature. Children are ignorant and happy, the more they grow up, the more bitter they are, and the less happy they are in their twilight years. When you are bitter to the extreme, you will reach bliss.