One sand and one world, one leaf and one bodhi. The sand gathers into a beach, and many beaches embrace the ocean. A grain of sand peeps into the heavens and the earth, but leaves hide the dry Kun. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand in an instant. A cup of fragrant tea is silent, and the fragrance remains at the end of the lips. Love is fragrant, and the leaves are deep in bodhi. In response to fate, flowers will wither. Love blossoms and leaves fall, and the sky collapses. Long flowing water and soft dancing. Drunk in the world of mortals, it is such a fairyland. Swift flies, falling flowers are independent. The leaves fall under the bodhi and enjoy themselves. After several times of noise, I smiled and accepted it. Javert has no regrets, and the leaves are beautiful. Autumn leaves fly, beauty is heartbroken. Prosperous as a cloud, fleeting. Sweet leaves stay, bodhi stays in the world. See the flowers bloom and fall, see the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking back for an instant, the Buddha stayed in my heart. There is no beginning of an idea, and there is no death of an idea. Once in a thousand years, one leaf crosses one person. The heart light is always on, right and wrong. I often ask the Buddha if he has a heart and laugh at the grievances. But the Buddha is far away, and the heart lamp is easy to be empty. Come to this world once and put away your evil heart. Three thousand sand and red dust, save me from my misery. Empty palms, sad and beautiful leaves. Cross Naihe Bridge once and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. Between sorrow and joy, life and death matter. May I have an afterlife and a bodhi crossing forever. The body is as clean as glass, with clear inside and outside. There is no pollution, and there is a layer of smelly skin. In the world of mortals, the heart has no distractions. How much is involuntary, how much is helpless. Without me, there would be no sentient beings, and without me, there would be no life. After a hundred years, sand gathers, and after a thousand years, leaves fall. Empty people are empty, and unsuccessful people are floating clouds. Xiao Sheng groaned, and Qin E dreamed of building the moon. Every year, the willow color is clear, leaving sorrow and parting. Ancient roads sound like dust, and sounds like dust like Kong Wen. So farewell, together in its year. Clear and turbid, the Buddha burst into tears. Kong Wen's collection of classics revealed his true feelings yesterday. How can you be so worried under the light of wooden fish? The alarm bell rang again, and all sentient beings joined in meditation. Fall into the world by mistake and read all the vicissitudes of life. Life is like a dream, like moonlight. Empty mind, wandering in the dust. Live in aquatic plants and roll into dew. The Buddha smiled and put down his heart. Sand falls, just like leaves fall. Sadness is born, there is no need to be sad. Only when the leaves fall to the ground can a smile make up for the past. I can't become a Buddha. I'd rather sit under a tree. Faint through the Millennium, evil at heart. I would like to spend my whole life and return to the world. For a grain of sand in the world, the Buddha burst into tears. Fallen leaves are bodhi, and prosperity is human.