I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha to the format of the article, not the format of the poem

You can find it on the Chinese Buddhism website.

The author of "I Am a Blue Lotus in Front of the Buddha" is 簌簌s, which belongs to the type of casual American literature and is published on the starting point literature network.

I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha This is a prose.

The creation of butterflies on rainy nights has been many years.

I like it too.

Give me a promise and I will give you back heaven".

Love shelters you from the wind and rain".

Untitled, "Coffee Cooled After Ten Years".

Snowflakes can't hold the sun".

Love, No Ending Needed

Love is like a tide" These are all good-looking, with a faint injury, and a thick layer of happiness.

Content preview: I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha (7).

Whether you believe it or not, I'll tell you for sure that I want to have an authentic audience. At least one person sat there, listening intently. I don't know if it's true or not, I don't know if it's going to be successful or not, but I'm happy like a bird.

When you are depressed, listening to the poet's lies is also a kind of release in life?

Isn't it fun to live in a false but peaceful life if there is nothing better to do?Look at the world, which of those famous people in history is not a good talker?God created a group of madmen, and the madmen are us human beings.

I want to tell you what I think, and I want to hear people talk about me behind my back: "That poet is not a **. "Again, I'd like to hear someone say about that girl:

She respects you so much that she can't bear to lie to you. That's what people say, and I believe it. The girl may have been standing on a high place to talk to me, and to listen to her had to go up to the top of the mountain to listen.

But I like the feeling.

The girl smiled, her smiling face was reserved for herself, every time she wanted to laugh, she went to see the green lotus in the lotus pond, she knew which green lotus was like herself.

She smiled at which green lotus looked good, smiled and smiled, that ......

Butterfly on a rainy night, real name Zuo Rou, a native of Beijing. Born in '82 with congenital heart disease. On the evening of August 18, 2001, on a plane from Beijing to Japan for medical treatment (3,000 feet above sea is actually very close to heaven), she died of heart failure at the age of 19.

A rare talented woman, like her pen name, returned as a butterfly on a rainy night. An avatar in the QQ friends list will always be gray and white.

The word Buddha, a person, a Buddha word, is what people cannot, so it is a Buddha, and what people can do is man-made, not Buddha. The lotus neck is delicate and brittle without a grip, and no one can entrench on it, only the Buddha can sit, why not? People are turbid and heavy, and the Buddha can only be lifted lightly.

The difference between man and Buddha is between the turbidity. When you see the face of the Buddha, why is it clear and turbid? The distinction of turbidity is in one thought, so it is said:

Buddha in the heart.

You go to the Himalayas to search for "Mingyue Ruxin", her recitation work I am a green lotus in Foshan, and the voice seems to be more in line with your description.