Autumn leaves fall, returning to tranquility. Looking back for a moment, clouds drift by in an instant.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,Only a few animals stared with their eyes fixed on the white curtain of rain, gazing at the towering mountain peaks. Their roars echoed back and forth...。