The Buddha said: Life is like chanting a poem, those mottled marks are a little rhyme, and those stumbling steps are pieces of poetry. Just as if you are sand, I will be the wind, you

The Buddha said:

Life, like chanting a poem,

Those mottled marks are just a little rhyme,

Those stumbling steps are pieces of poetry.

Just as if you are sand, I will be the wind,

If you are water, I will be a fish,

Because everything is the best and proper.

I believe that all the unpredictability,

There will always be a corner of hope hidden.

All the experiences will always usher in a glimmer of dawn,

Water to desperate situation is a waterfall, people to the desperate place is a life.

At this time, the night is slightly cool, the lights are dimmed,

Scattered, melodious songs.

The Garden of Eden of the Heart, the Meadows, the Gentle Rivers,

A singing board.

As a lone walker,

Take a short rest on the road and steer your horse forward.

Run to the place where life comes from,

And the return of the soul, fearless, fearless.

Because, everything is the best arrangement.