A poem describing the rebirth of Nirvana

I was lucky to get it, but I'm dead. If a person drinks water, he knows a lot about water. Phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire. Keep your heart and go forward. Youth is clean and neat. Save for a rainy day, mediocre change. Gold is holding the jade steps from a distance. Thousands of filters are exhausted, and the rainbow fragrance garden. Poetry and books are tireless at night. Ten years grinding a sword, a coronation. Bole is hard to find. After nirvana was reborn, it was fierce for thousands of miles. You have to believe that those silent years that nobody cares about are the foreshadowing of nirvana rebirth in the future.

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