I saw the snow falling like an ice field for thousands of miles,
Stretch endlessly from the star-studded peaks of the mountains.
The dust in front of the window has changed its face in the past,
The cold engulfed the flames and trembled as nirvana was reborn.
I saw the snow falling and carved into a lone eagle circling,
Still in the water that seems to flow silently in front of the window.
Burning into ashes and falling to the stars a little,
Fantasy walks through thousands of rivers and mountains in the eternal night.
Several lifetimes of entanglement:
The vicissitudes of the sea into mulberry fields, the old wells withered up.
The lotus faded faintly from the letterhead of the past,
Etch your unchanging face weathered for thousands of years.
Text/Li Junru
One Point No. One Source Sinology