"Mayfly·Book of Songs"

The feathers of the mayfly make the clothes beautiful.

My heart is full of worries, where will I go?

Mayfly wings, picking clothes.

My heart is full of worries, will it come back to me?

The mayflies are digging and reading, and the linen clothes are like snow.

I am worried, can you tell me?

Weak mayflies fluttered in the air, their beautiful coats in bright and eye-catching colors. I sigh that my life is short, my heart is filled with sadness, how will I arrange the destination of my life?

The tiny mayfly flaps its wings in the air, showing off its gorgeous clothes. Sighing that my life is short, my heart is filled with melancholy. Where will my destination in life be?

The tender mayflies have just emerged from the ground, gently dancing on the snow-white linen clothes. Sighing that life is short, I am filled with melancholy. Where can I find the destination of my life?

The years are so leisurely.

At this time, the tea soup was simmering, and I was searching for it several times.

The hut is quiet and quiet, and the plum blossoms are always with you.

No matter what, the world is full of wind and rain.

The nature of grass and trees has no worries and fears,

They are indifferent and forget about fame and fortune.

Don’t remember the past.

Life gathers and disperses according to God’s will.

Forget about the past, I moved far away from home and came and went alone.

A hundred generations of time are like a reverse journey, and all things prosper and decline in order.

In the end, it is just a floating cloud.

When I wake up from the dream, the cup of cold tea is gone.

The smile is vast, the sky and the earth are empty and silent.

Whoever attacks me, sings the golden thread.