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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Time ups and downs, each is well

A Dream of the end of the world, close to the general situation. The style is suitable everywhere, and people are different every year. Tonight, Shanghai is much colder than the day before. There is still no bright moon in the sky. It is because of the strong wind! I let go of the busy day, walking on the street, looking at the sky with a lazy attitude. The sky was dark, and the endless traffic around me left behind the deafening whistle, then the fallen leaves on the roadside fluttered over and fell on my feet. I picked up that REDLEAF and stared for a long time. Somehow I suddenly remembered you! I remember many years ago, when we were playing in the park, the leaf you asked me to pick, the Leaf, had too many similarities! But people are different. When I took off that leaf, you looked smiling and unforgettable, but now I am the only one around me who has dim street lamps and ethereal cold nights. Once upon a time, how many days of falling flowers and flowing water I was thinking that our meeting was always wrong. Otherwise, how can you hurry! Didn’t have time to say goodbye, didn’t leave the address! Suddenly disappeared, nowhere to find! Is it really a passer-? In that dark studio, we shouldn’t have met, but we met in a narrow corridor, as if it were doomed. You left one day earlier, or I came a moment later, there was no connection in this life. A few years ago, even the memory is painful! Fortunately, many years later, we got in touch unexpectedly. We talked all night on the phone, but we couldn’t go back. In addition to disappointment, no one could catch the time moving forward. Suddenly I feel that you and I are not only separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but also a trace of loneliness that cannot resist the arrangement of fate. In this long separation, what kind of mood is it? What kind of integrity and persistent waiting is under the night sky with countless cold winds? Originally, we remembered everything and did not forget the fragments of the gap, but we just ignored the time. Just unwilling to forget, in the dark corner, the night when the lights were on, those days when they said nothing and laughed silently! That night, you said, where does the world meet! I said, the world is good, this love will last forever, every year! However, the years are ruthless after all! Otherwise, how can you and I become so silent! On the phone, I said goodbye and said it. I felt very desolate. I used to solve problems for each other for the dissatisfaction in all aspects of life. But now, who knows what I want to say most, it’s just a sentence. How are you doing. But it’s hard to say! In this season of falling leaves, I don’t know where you are and whether your face has changed under the washing of years? Or in these hurried years, running in the sea area of livelihood like me! I am also confused about my future! What kind of pursuit of life, what kind of Baidu, can have an unexpected reunion! Facing this dark and lonely night, I can only feel sad. The world is really in a hurry, the flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, how many people gather in the world. How many people turn around and leave, and some things can not be remembered without heart, nor can they stay together for life without intention! Maybe you are still the plain woman before. I am still the teenager at the beginning. Time has gone, so you are no longer the woman who used to laugh and speak, and I am not the teenager who is not familiar with the world. This is the tragedy of life! Some things have been settled, suddenly one day unexpectedly found that it was so strange! If the fate of this life is destined to be as short and desolate as a flash in the pan, please don’t forget the vague shadow of each other! Many teenagers still have the first simple beauty in their hearts! Don’t forget the clean and transparent smile! That is how much wandering, how much pay, how much day and night pursuit is ultimately happiness that cannot be found back. The simpler it is, the more satisfied it is, the more you pay, and the more regretless you feel, like a small order, sentimental, delicate and exquisite. At a glance, there is a wave, a light smile, a funny sentence, just like Jiangnan water painting, just like your gentleness. Time is long, time is long, standing in the depths of the red dust, separated by the end of the world, but the heart is gone without a trace. At railing, I wrote a quiet message, which was late at night. No matter how I lower my eyebrows and lower my eyelids, I can’t find the original beauty. Tonight, I swung a cold wind and fell into my mind, mixed with messy thoughts, rubbed into the sea of my heart together, and dropped a sigh into the quiet night. Which of the things on earth can come true at will? If you pay more or less attention in the crowd, I will comfort you with one more or one less sentence in the bright moon. Let all this be fixed into pictures, put it in the safest mind to rest, and then sleep without being disturbed. Add a word of Time ups and downs to the payment, each is well! The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and the leaves were scattered. Under the dark night sky, some were hesitating, some were looking for, and some were in the root. I gently raised the leaf and watched it gradually moving to the distance, looking for its happiness, its destination, the figure of many years ago gradually came to me and told me lightly: Tianya-treasure. Late 2013-12-8 QQ:1696361003

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Funeral flowers

In the cool and dreamy afternoon, I closed the scroll slowly. With a heavy mood, I took back my mind from “Muslim funeral” with difficulty. My heart was tired, tired and conquered, it was crushed and crushed in the falling flowers in April. Looking at the falling flowers in April, I couldn’t help feeling sad. The Breeze buried the flowers, stirring the sadness and grief that I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Outside the window, there are wisps of fragrance, but the flowers slowly fade away. This is a season with bright and sad hidden, and it is spring. However, my heart was too deep. I struggled in “The funeral of Muslims” and fought hard to resist. I still left my soul in that elegant house with bright moon and cool breeze, walking in the Yan Garden of be covered with snow, walking in the winter of the wind, flowers and snow, walking in the desolate cemetery where Liang Zhu Qin’s voice was long and never abandoned, which was the graveyard of Muslims, go and leave it in the era of war-torn homes. Looking at the falling flowers floating far in the stream, like magic, my eyes, my heart and my soul are drifting away slowly. The story is too sad and beautiful to be extricate themselves, as I walked step by step between the lines, I became a visitor in the story, Tze-Ki Hon, Liang Junbi, Liang Bingyu, Han Tianxing, Han Xingyue, Chu Yanchao, one by one, living in front of me, quietly following behind them, watching their life and death, watching their love, hatred, love and hatred in several generations of the world. Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, and I will never forget it. The War of the beacon fire and Wolf Smoke slowly went out, and set foot on the homeland of the old country that had been reunited for a long time. The road was long. It was a wrong combination. Ten years saw a person clearly and thirty years learned about life, everything is an illusion caused by too deep love. Use some decisive words so that you can find some spiritual comfort and turn away silently, leaving the right and wrong place alone. From then on, good gathering and good dispersion have become a kind of cover, and this life is doomed to wander alone. It was like a dream. It was a dream, an almost real dream, in which I did not know that I was a guest. I closed my eyes and groped in that society. Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear my voice. I saw that it was an era of jade, and I saw their Muslim faith, I saw the programmatic ethics on their heads. I saw them silently leaving the world and going to heaven garden. I saw that they fought against the disease and also squeezed a cold sweat for them, I see that they have the right to live and love. I also feel sad for their unfortunate fate. I was involved in the entanglement of their stories and couldn’t get away. In that black and white era, I was sad, miserable and tortuous. After decades of return, it was originally mixed with five flavors, thinking about the full of joy and unspeakable emotions at the sight, but everything was different and even the tombstone was gone, what I saw and heard was just a piece of loess in the deserted cemetery and the soft and illusory violin sound of sadness and sorrow under the moonlight. In the dusk, the sound was like a flower & rain in the sky, crying like a complaint, like a dream like a dream, like a little teardrop, a crescent moon rises slowly, which hurts the old heart of the return. My heart is too heavy and my body is too weak. Under the starry sky with little sadness in the moonlight, I can’t stand the pain, accompanied by the long-lasting mournful sound of violin, I struggled to retreat. Like a long journey, I finally came back. However, the flowers in April were falling and falling, and I felt sad in the gentle breeze.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

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Lover dies, lover…