Zen & breaking the air

everything is still our song, not to say

at that time, I just don't know

Finally, I have unexpected pain

breaking the air

a furnace of red sandalwood smoke

holding a Yulan basin, thoughts flying on the great Nirvana

the desolate homeland, who is moved by the wheel to the altar of Buddha

Yulan

mottled the world, fallen leaves

every night when the future collides with the reality,

despises

to continue writing

"Wang Yuhan, come out with me." In the morning, upon arriving at the class, Chu Xuan called Wang Yuhan out.

Wang Yuhan followed Chu Xuan to the corner of the classroom. "What's the...