The "d" after "have a day female spread flower record, for they are bodhisattva, disciple heaven appeared, and in between times and bodhisattva disciple flowers, distribute in the flower on the bodhisattva falls to the ground, distribute in the flower of the body are like a disciple sticky stick in them as caries, disciples embarrassed, with power to make it drops to also do not drop. The fairy say: "view, has not spend the bodhisattva all broken respectively. For example, people think so terrible, the nonhuman. So then death so terrible, disciple color, sound, smell, taste, touch the it is the fear. All five desires, all can also." not all HuaZhao learning, and ears. "do not spend the learning, also."
This also is shut, but service style. Buddhist although exquisite wine, color, money, gas all is vanity, but I felt, drinking to a few of the buddhist state far, if can endure, ask for the light to pour the low he sing, even if the pretext to scattering flowers can't a body to honor or disgrace, are forgotten, and turn into a wisp of past you get older as the light smoke, into causal, not be the buddhist ascetic practice realm of so-called deep? coach madison op art hobo brown
Vast sky, moon, and stars stole up from west building puckish blink eyes. A very light, very weak autumn wind blows, and bring light rose flower, so quiet autumn which, the day of noise and prosperous slowly going far away from the, the mood gradually calm down.
The GuiHuaShu outside the window was autumn wind flap gently, scratching noises on a voice of the autumn leaves, let more helpless and empty, the light of the dark corridor through the curtains, according to the cold light color of the walls, and the general helpless. A lamp, the lonely lamp miss sleepless nights. My mood such as the tide of general began to spread, in such moonlight, in romantic autumn wind, I a person to sit by the window quietly read you, enjoy rare the taste of meditation. coach madison op art hobo white trim
Young, I used to love lost, for love; crazy Also once vows of eternal love, for love, once for a trapped romantic lingering; Now of I, in the secular world be agitated of lose myself, but in reality in the slowly kill my edges and corners.
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