March, inside the room.

I sat on a chair and stared at a mosquito with my head propped up.

It clings to the wall, motionless.

White light shines on the wall, elongating its tiny black shadows.

It clinged to the wall for hours, and I stared at it for hours.

It's boring enough, and I'm pretty idle.

With a bang, my mother pushed the door in, and I was scared.

When I came back to my senses, the mosquito was still there.

Hey, little one, good concentration.

The strange thing is why does it freeze? What's even more strange is how it can stay grounded?

I fell into a long contemplation,

with fantasy.

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The mosquito master is proud of the world, erudite and talented. Countless businessmen are admired, but the wealth is enlightened, and they are destitute. The mosquito master was unmoved, and chose to learn quietly. No desire, no desire, no greed, all day long, the world sighs.

No external disturbances, think from the heart.

Even the certainty is also.

My thoughts were pulled back to reality, but I suddenly saw the mosquito skimming its feet and leaving the wall.

Long white clouds, reeds and grass. The figure of the mosquito hero swept by like lightning chasing the wind. Walking in the wind, leisurely, it seems to be integrated with heaven and earth, like a messenger of the wind, coming and going at will. I never looked back, and I didn't hold foolishness.

The scoundrel is inward-looking, abandoning the memory and enjoying himself.

and even Yiyi.

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Don't be blinded by desires, don't be greedy for the past. Fix and dispel delusion.

Attributed to oneself, mixed interests, for the same heart, hold on to the past without blame.

Settle like a master, fix yourself like a hero.

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