Cang Kejia's Poetic Jade Bird

Bluebird If you are a bluebird, even if you don't have vigorous wings, you will dance with blue wings under the blue sky. You are erratic, but in my heart, why don't you deviate? Why are you so mysterious? In my heart, what fascinates me is whether you are also looking for it, traveling north with the lonely geese and walking with the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know. But I know you are not a bird. You will not rest on the bodhi branch and know the furthest distance in the world. You, invisible and intangible, are a bluebird. It's a bluebird, you, flying on the holy bodhi tree. I, under the tree, seemed to be transformed into Sakyamuni, and realized the Zen machine: some things have always been with you, but they have never been discovered and cherished; Some things are not accidents or miracles; Some people believe in perseverance ... All of a sudden, it's all confusing. What are you really like? Is it desire, love, or an unattainable dream? Wake up like a dream, and everything is calm. A bluebird and a bodhi, is it a mystery or the true meaning of happiness?