user6180•A Flowing Poem
Everyone is a flower, each blooming in its own way. The flowers bloom and fall, passing freely before our eyes.
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user9806•editedXianghu Biaoyi
Xianghu Biaoyi Autumn scenery is scarce, yet autumn is pleasant; In the evening wind, leftover lotuses stir as bees love the flowers. The sun sets in the west as the moon rises in the east, First illuminating a thousand Buddhas, then bringing enlightenment to Zen.