Don’t pay attention to price fluctuations all day long, develop some other hobbies, such as writing poetry, and compose a few poems:

Stars outside the cold room window

Who can clear my lonely heart?

There is no end to the pity in the world

Flower arrangement in the water is ruthless

Old trees make people sad

The withered scenery reflects the tearful eyes

Thinking about life in old age

Just a few autumns

It has been cloudy for days and the sun has been blown by the cold wind. When I took a walk in the afternoon, I saw that the old trees in the courtyard were still as desolate as autumn and winter. Therefore, I thought spring was autumn. I made this statement in a confused way. After the poem, I realized that it was already mid-spring. I lamented that the spring scene was like autumn, which also made me feel ashamed. wasted time

Poetry, tea and book writing

Red and pink color before dissolving into dust and smoke

The heart changes with the situation, like a monkey in mind

Ordinary saints’ thoughts

Mo Daohua enjoys the moonlight

The impermanence of troubled times has been seen through

Even though the devil is thousands of feet high

This heart is only for the Tathagata Seat