It is stunned, and it has been captured my sadness, volts in its arms, I want to sleep quietly. It is not really asleep, accompanied by melodious lonely flute, I seem to walk into a fairy tale. I am quietly sitting in front of the window. It seems like still in the water, the flute looks at me, and put it up again ... Suddenly remember the night of the mountains. A person quietly ran from the middle of the backyard to the Buddha Hall of the main hall, stupid, it's a piece of the skin, eating a fireworks in the world, so that the feeling of intrusion, I feel like Lin Chong, Baihu. I can win me in a moment. No light. But Zen is full, and the magnolia is swaying. Sitting quietly on the futon and looked at the Buddha statues in the dark. There is also a sunny taste during the air. On night, I just hide the image. So the leisure is more quiet. Laughing, if you want a Buddha, you have a selfishness, hidden for a day, soak soft sunshine, and you will enjoy it alone. If you want to remember the Buddhist scriptures: If you eat when you eat, eat when you sleep, sleep, you don't have to ask. The friend smiled: "You are like this such a music. I want to have a true pass." And my heart has been got: thinking about how many people in the futon fall, how many people's wish
