As the sun sets, a cup of tea becomes colorless and tasteless, and dusk gradually rises. Pick a flower, sit in the meditation room, be silent, light a wick, and meditate on the calamus; The cold night is like rain, flapping the lotus leaves. Can I concentrate all my thoughts and pray before the Buddha? Blessing: Qingcheng is safe, pavilions and alleys are singing, and the years are quiet and safe.