You and I are both mortal, born in this world

A piece of "Mortal Ode" is shared with brothers, good night~

I was born into a farmer's family, and when I landed, there was nothing unusual in the sky.

My parents were literate at least a hundred years old and lived in three huts.

Not from a scholarly family, I managed to survive by scratching out a few acres of thin land.

Thanks to the years of perseverance and the love of my mother and my father, I was able to huddle in the world of mortals. After nine years of school, I was just a beginner, abandoned my pen and joined the army, and did not achieve any unparalleled achievements.

Although life is thinner than paper, my heart hates the sky, and I crawl on the earth and remain unyielding.

Introducing smoke and dust occasionally leads to a happy life. Although a rich scholar does not have five cars, he likes to dance, write and write.

Living in the market, peeking into temples, occasionally pretending to be sophisticated and pretentious,

I dare not take off my disguise in front of others, and I dare not look directly into my heart behind others.

You can’t have a beginning and an end to be a good person, and you don’t dare to completely indulge in doing bad things.

Greedy for money and afraid of being tolerated by the world, lustful and often timid,

He is neither a demon king nor an unparalleled hero. He burns incense in temples, bows to Buddha when he meets him, drinks meat and wine, is compassionate when releasing living beings, and is quick with his sword when killing.

Even if I have failed Guanyin, I have also failed the Tathagata. After spending half my life, I have failed.

There is no proud past to be found, and there is no ambition to look forward to the future.

Living an ignoble existence in the world of mortals, wasting my years and years, feeling guilty for being the son of a human being,

If you fail to fulfill your filial piety and make your parents feel at ease, you will become a father in fear.

He failed to shoulder the responsibilities of a father and the joy of his children, and was ashamed to be a friend.

I have no heart and soul for my friends, and I sigh that it is hard to find a close friend in the world.

Being a human being in this life is an accident.

Since there is no experience to refer to, please bear with me if there are any unsatisfactory results.