I thought it was quiet, but the wind was blowing hard and I wouldn't stop. How painful it is (Chuchu: the appearance of a plant, also describing the expression of pain); The wind is whistling, the clouds are shaking and the dust is flying. What should I do? The little gesture of letting a flower and a grass bloom can also cause my hesitation. Whose reason is it? How can I stand it? Running water is silent. ...
It must have been written by someone concerned by the landlord, right? However, it seems that this is the case. In fact, the meaning in the text is not clear and the grammar is not quite right. It is not a good word, nor is it a talent. I really want to be calm now, but some things can't be calm because of some people. Every grass and tree around the Buddha also felt my concern and could not be calm.