The blue dream will eventually wake up.
The hurt of memories,
Where should I put it?
At that time,
for whom I secretly made a wish.
Now I understand,
It's just a hard wait.
It turns out that
those years, those things, and those people
can really only be recalled.
Lost the treasure of waiting,
scattered all over the place in front of reality.
You have gone far away,
but I still stay in that time.
The beautiful memories about you
became my secret when I was fifteen years old.
Don't want to mention it.
Maybe,
between us,
is always,
the distance between the front row and the back row of the classroom.
Qingmeng, Yi'an
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As a humble monk passing through this place, I glanced a few more times and was suddenly filled with emotion: Men are oxen, women are land. There is no land that has been ruined by farming, only oxen that have been ruined by plowing. The more the ox plows, the thinner it becomes; the more the land is plowed, the richer it becomes. Stay away from women, cherish your life. Amitabha, well done, well done.
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