Time boils words tranquility and far-reaching
Text/Snow Reflects Plum Blossoms
The February wind is still cool
On a February day, the sun outside the window has warmed my heart
Take a warm sun and walk in the long river of years
Hold on to a calm and light up for the way forward
Like the age of water, it records the past of the precipitation of the rings
Plundered Fanghua, even though life was difficult
Let many, many have become light
As long as the sunshine is placed in the heart, the experience is colorful and rich
In your spare time, in the zen-like time
I like to condense words in a flat and ordinary servant
Quiet words always give people the strength to walk
It can also make people feel Zen between the lines
Plain and concise days are always too short a day
Only to wear the morning dew incense shoulders, but bathe in the sunset smoke
Purple and red dust in an imperfect world
Perfectly interpret your life path
One flower and one world cross the river of time
One leaf and one bodhi stretched over the wilderness of space
Time is long, and the past is endless
Streamers of light shattered shadows, endless flowers before the moon
Long years, long journey
All the past is the gift of time
Sanskrit lingered and wrote in ink
Tranquility is far from being willing to dance solo with its own joy
Time boils words, and the years thicken
The years pass and the seasons change
It's like a quiet and beautiful little poem on a plain note
For the rest of his life, he was far away from the hustle and bustle and did not complain about death
Life is sweet and sour
The joys and sorrows of life
Tang Feng and Song Yun can be easily written
Strive to live in a poetic perch in the dust of the earth