野花此生我们会不停地路过田野。冬日的乡村,田野上万物沉睡,满目枯黄,我知道那里一定曾有野花疯了似的开放。花开见佛,花落便成佛。所谓轮回,不过都是时间的舍利子;不过是这世上雏菊开过,蝴蝶飞过,青草青过,而我也恰好来过。你也来过。你曾在田野上看到过许多只蝴蝶,却从未弯腰认领它们的悲喜。它们飞,它们落,它们化成待字闺中的女子,它们化成 Wildflowers in this life we ​​will continue to pass the fields. Winter country, the fields of all things asleep, eyes full of yellow, I know there must have been crazy open wildflowers. See the Buddha flowers, flowers will become Buddha. The so-called reincarnation, but they are the relics of time; but the daisy opened in this world, butterflies flying past, green grass, and I happened to be there. You have come too. You have seen many butterflies in the fields, but have never bowed to claim their joys and sorrows. They fly, they fall, and they turn into women in the waiting room, they turn into