A cut of idle clouds and a stream of moon, a journey of landscape and a year of splendor.
A world of floating life, a moment, a tree of Bodhi, a smoky haze.
Many people, walk to see a flower event, ferry to enjoy a lake spring water, from a city to a town. The road dust, some people will be loaded into the bag, some people will be the story on the shoulder, they are looking for that belongs to the original home of the soul, but in a hurry and forget the way, do not know the way back. Hidden talent Bai Lu Mei, to write the red dust with Zen, to the Buddhist way of life, into the clouds and water Zen heart, into the earthly smoke and fire. With her *** there is a cut of Bodhi's light, but also listen to her quietly tell the fate of this coming and going, overlooking the fireworks of the world, tasting the quiet life, looking forward to the present world of peace and security ......
Such as the water is good, warm a pot of white moonlight in the fallen flowers buried deep . The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The dust flying in the daytime, this time has been dispersed, smoke and clouds convergence, the world forgets the machine. The red dust and powder have all fallen off, and the birds have all returned to the mountains and forests. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
The wind blows in the mountains, and the moon shines on the flowers and shadows.
The red dust is like a dream of gathering and leaving, and there is a lot of love and sadness.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
My heart is like a cloud of smoke, dancing in the air with long sleeves.
The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
The red face is empty,
A dream of Nanke is hard to wake up, and the old man is empty.
Listen to the clear spring ding dong ding dong seems unintentional,
reflecting my long night silence.
All the feelings are past
Idle reading, a small note, this is for fun