? Life, born in chaos, ends in loess, and life is He Huan. Why bother to die? People live a hundred years. Do you still remember the promise you made to a person in your life?
? There is no way in prosperous times, and there is no Buddha in troubled times. That year, the bonfire burned to pieces, leaving only one of their youngest disciples guarding a cold monument, waiting for those who did not return. They said, "When you come back, it will be Haiyan and Heqing, and the world will be at peace! At that time, we retired from the mountains together, not asking the world, not touching the world of mortals. " But it didn't work. Later, he wiped the worn stone tablet day after day, and his fingertips traced more than 40 names on the stone tablet. He was his master and his brother. He stands in front of the mountain every day, expecting, waiting and lonely. Someone asked him, "Who are you waiting for?" He said, "Wait for my master and brothers. They went down the mountain to help fight the japs, but they haven't come back yet. They clearly promised to come back. " The last sentence he said was very light, as if he had exhausted his whole life's thoughts and courage. With these words, muddy tears quietly fell. The hair is full, the teenager is old, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple have failed several times, but they are still waiting, knowing that they can't wait. Time flies, the snow falls in Qian Shan, and the new swallow pecks at the spring mud in the old hall, and the past does not return. Long years, silence, and finally become a sad song.
? That year, he was very happy when he heard that we won. He knows the cruelty of war, but he still has illusions. There are more than forty masters and brothers. Will it be nice to have one back? From dawn to dusk, from flowers to snow, after all, no one waits. He is still standing in front of the monument. Maybe they're lost. Maybe they just haven't come back for a long time and can't find their home. Every sunset, every dawn, someone is still waiting, knowing that they can't wait. The old dream is bleak, the mountains and rivers are lonely, the geese look back, the moon is full of west buildings, and the flowers are heartbroken. How many times have you gone?