We all have the madness of youth, and we don't hesitate to burn out the whole summer in May. Gambling with his life, hoping to win a world that he longs for.

But most of the time, in addition to the loss and disappointment after the recklessness, only the wind and frost on the shoulders and the desolation of the west wind alone are left......

I have seen a young dervishe, who prostrates in three steps, stands up, prostrates, and stands again. Alone and silently through the city, with all his devotion to the fullest, on an ascetic path, worship.

I know that there is a day in his heart, and he believes that as long as he is persistent and pious, he can be free from the worldly disturbances and reach the other side of the sea of suffering. I watched him rise and fall like that for a long time, letting the dust stain the monk's robe, and gradually drifting away with a calm and solemn face.

The way of attachment can be so direct and single.

We live in this hustle and bustle of the world, rushing for three meals a day. When we are distressed by the loss and rejoicing in the gain, we are often at a loss for the loss of peace in our hearts. In our hearts, there has never been a lonely soul crouching on the thorns, looking forward to the liberation after the pain and the release of the long-stagnant one.

We can sigh for a momentary fluke. When the haze of emptiness blinds the eyes, the merciless years frost the temples, and the helpless accumulation of regret becomes a wrinkle that can no longer be stretched, how I hope that suffering will become bliss, and receive the warm mercy of the King's Upper Realm. What a warm, tranquil and eternal world it was......

When the weary soul needs to rest, let us crouch on the road of life......

The above was pulled five years ago, and now it still looks round, roll it up, and think it's nonsense.