The Buddha said: Spring is late, HuiMu is long, spring is broken, dark incense floats, there is always a meeting that amazes time, gentle flowing years, there is always a past that is intoxicated with time, intoxicated by the moon, total

The Buddha said:

Spring is late, huimu is in full swing, spring is breaking dawn, dark incense floats,

There is always a meeting that amazes the time, gentle flowing years,

There is always a past that is drunk with time and intoxicated with the moonlight,

There is always a person who is the beauty of life, the joy of floating and sinking.

In the eyebrows of time, a glance of ten thousand years of affection,

In the long river of years, the water is difficult to collect slowly.

Waiting is a flower affair with no return date,

The mighty time stretched for five thousand miles,

The wind blows through idleness, the rain runs through acacia, and the clouds fade through memory,

It's just that when the goose character looks back, there is still no hope of returning, and there is no news.

The rain is delicate and the wind is thin, a story, a flower falls,

All the dust was sealed in the apricot blossoms and smoke and rain in that year, scattered in the sound of paddle lights and shadows.