People's hearts are Philip Burkart, and Bodhi is carefree. The Buddha's platform stands upright, with low eyebrows and a kind view. Zen warms the world, which is auspicious and safe. Pray for Yun Qi and smile. Zen life painting and calligraphy scrolls, calm and leisurely.

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In the quiet night, the lotus is graceful and fragrant, and the Zen in the world is like a flower, like a jade Bai Lianhua, with a Buddha sitting on the ground, showing compassion, a flower, a tree and a bodhi. Zen flowers are graceful and fragrant. In the secular world, it is silent and indifferent.

People's hearts are Philip Burkart, and eternal cultivation is deep. People are always well-intentioned, and they realize that life will last forever. Pray for peace, Flo Qi Kang. I am merciful and deeply grateful to the Buddha. Buddha's kindness, Zen education, Buddha's fate, calmly welcome the dust. I've seen the world warm and cold, tasted the joys and sorrows of the world, and finally traveled far away. The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and the Zen life tastes fine. Only when I wake up and step on the dust like a dream.

Meditate quietly, every scenery in the world is beautiful, but the most beautiful scenery is in our hearts. Zen is a kind of beauty between hearts, and a quiet and indifferent heart belongs to it. Zen is to inadvertently condense one's own knot into a fragrant wind, leaving a mellow fragrance to impress the world!

In the moonlight, I danced gently in front of your window. It was a faint fragrance. Tingting danced with warm sleeves and smiled, looking soft and charming.

I have laughed, I have been sad, the moon is like a dream, the veil is hanging, the string is about to break, my fingers are stained with blood, I can't stop waving, and my thoughts are infinite. How can I be sad and lonely?

Lonely words are whispered in the air, tears are condensed one after another, sighing and gathering, worrying about prosperity, whispering dreams, moonlight in the water, flowers in the mirror, leaving only a picture of the world.

Clear core condenses jade dew, blushing gently shakes. In a sentimental place, tears splash. The words are warm, the pen and ink are smooth and elegant, and the youth is dim.

Embrace Zen, care about prosperity, dance in shallow clouds, elegant veils, and lie drunk in rainbows. The tidbits of time float lightly, the moon hangs on the curtain, reflecting beautiful scenery, and the hazy and intoxicated flower of the soul blooms charming!

Poetic years are full of flowers. Meditation books are mellow in meaning. The book is splashed with ink, the paper shows a brush, the rhyme is pure and fragrant, and the words are warm and moist. Poetic years are like a dream. When you meet words, you can write poems hand in hand. Between the lines is full of warmth, wandering in the sea of books! Sweet words are like flowers

A few times, the world is quiet and indifferent, watching the clouds gather, the Zen is clear and bright, leisurely, strolling among them, and looking back at the changes of the world! Wait and see quietly, don't hesitate, live poetically and enjoy it easily!

The fragrance of the years, fluttering across the sea, burning incense and pious, silently reciting chapters. There is a platform in front of the Buddha, the Buddhism is boundless, and all beings are merciful!

Looking around, such as comic books, Zen clouds and water rooms, drunk lying on the banks of Xiangxi River, crossing the world's fragrant sails, how can we not admire the beautiful scenery like clouds and blink for thousands of years!