The green plum blossoms in the cold sky reflect the moon, and the black-robed woman wipes the teacup with her white hands. The sky is not necessarily free from dust and dirt, and it is swallowed by mud when it wants to be clean. The green jade bowl is filled with three years of snow, and the green lamp illuminates the soul at five o'clock. It's a pity that the gold and jade are as pure as snow, and finally fall into the dust and knock on the door of Buddhism.