In this life, I would like to meet you in the deepest part of the world.

In this life, I would like to walk down the lotus seat, wearing a white shirt, holding a branch of beaulotus, gently walking into the deepest part of the red dust, carrying a shallow memory, holding a leisurely feeling, waiting to meet you in the deepest part of the world. If one day you see a girl wearing a white shirt and holding beaulotus, please remember to stop her, don’t let her pass you by, and say to her: Long time no see. Inscription in previous life, a green lotus I am Buddha front can not move the heart of the world, because I want to join the Buddha to cross thousands of people, so I have been waiting on the lotus seat, I spent a calm day with Buddha. Every day, watching the dawn rising slowly, listening to the monks telling stories about Buddha one by one, watching the pilgrims who came to the temple to pray for their wishes, telling stories about them one by one, and then praying for the protection of Buddha, looking at so many people who have crossed with Buddha, I am proud and proud in my heart and said to Buddha: Buddha, I will follow you all the time to cross thousands of lives in the world. Buddha listened to my words and just smiled at me spoiled. The sycamore tree in front of the temple did not know how many cycles it had experienced. After several Spring and Autumn Periods, the leaves turned yellow again and fell to the ground fluttering, the little monk was annoyed to pick up the broom and constantly sweep the fallen leaves in front of the door. The sycamore tree ignored the chagrin of the little monk and quietly breathed the incense of the temple. The Bodhi tree behind the temple silently breeds its flowering period and waits for the flowers to bloom thousands of years later. The lotus flowers in the the lotus pond miles also bloom quietly in the middle of the water alone, swaying quietly. Today, the pilgrims I have traveled with Buddhism as usual. At dusk, the endless stream of pilgrims in the temple became sparse, just as he was preparing to talk with Buddha, a young man with a gentle and gentle face, deep eyes like a pool, dressed in a blue shirt and hair-tied was walking outside the door. I watched him step by step walk to the front of me and Buddha, and then knelt in front of me and Buddha to pray for his beloved woman. Maybe my fate began to be chaotic at this moment, waiting to be rearranged. I watched his back when he turned away after his blessing. My heart was lost at this moment. From then on, I began to yearn for his arrival every day, looking for his figure among the pilgrims who came and went, but he didn’t come again after a long time. Buddha looked at my absent-minded heart and said to me with a smile: everything is illusory, such as Mugen houyou. I asked Buddha: Is this the love in the world? Buddha said that all kinds of methods were born, all of which were Fate. Accidental meeting and looking back, they were destined to each other’s life only for the moment when their eyes met. The origin is destroyed, and the origin is empty. I asked Buddha: how can I restrain my feelings. Buddha said: everything is born from the heart. Since then, I still listen to the evening drum and morning clock every day and enjoy the breath of incense. Just when I thought I was about to forget, he walked into the temple again and knelt in front of Buddha, it is still for his beloved woman, who is about to get married, but the groom is not him. He said he was sad, and he said that he was willing to give everything he wanted to be with his beloved woman. Looking at his sadness, the dew on my folium nelumbinis fell on his face, mixed with tears on his face. I knew it was my tears, and my heart was suffering from sadness and sadness like him. At this moment, I also understand that I am experiencing human love. When he walked out of the temple again, I said to Buddha: Buddha, I am sad. The Buddha statue has long known that the result is as gentle as saying to me: love leads to sorrow, love leads to horror. If you leave the lover, worry-free is not horrible. Finally, in order to make me realize Bodhi, Buddha took away my lotus leaf and turned me into a wisp of men’s thousands of green silk, which accompanied him all the time. At the beginning, I felt very happy, very happy and happy. I felt that I was the happiest green lotus in the world because I met my love, but also can be transformed into a wisp of his green silk to accompany him all his life. I enjoyed great joy, so that he walked into the temple and shaved thousands of hairs. Only then did I find that his fate was too shallow to bear a small wish from me. When I turned into hair lying on the ground, Buddha felt distressed and said let me go back to Buddha and continue to cross the fate with him. However, I knew that I was no longer qualified to sit on the Buddha’s Lotus seat, and politely refused the Buddha who had been sheltering me. With the broom, other hair buried in the dust. Before being buried in the dust, Buddha said to me, I used to be a white fox who had been practicing for thousands of years in the bamboo forest of the temple. I ran out of the temple and entered the paddock of the royal hunting because of the fun, at that time, he was a mighty General who accompanied the Emperor. He saved me from the Emperor’s hands, so I was secretly in love with him. One day, when I was playing in the temple, when I saw him coming to pray for his wife, I realized that his wife was seriously ill and needed a fox blood cultivated for thousands of years as a medicine guide, he said he was sad and asked Buddha to point out the direction for him. In the evening, I sneaked into his mansion and exchanged my own blood for his wife’s life. Buddha knew that he had pity on me, so he erased my memory as a white fox, turned my body into a green lotus of Buddha front, and let me spend thousands of lives with him, however, I still can’t escape from fate. In this life, I still fell in love with him. In this life, Buddha turned me into a human being, and let me hold a branch of beaulotus, waiting to continue with him in the deepest part of the red dust. I will exchange my two generations of time for his love. If one day you see a woman walking on the road wearing a white shirt and holding a beaulotus, please be sure to stop her and don’t pass her by again, don’t let her bear such a great sadness any more. Please tell her: Hi, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I am waiting for you to continue with me in the red dust. qq:1107903985 text/smoke.

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