As pure as fog yarn
The smiling face is getting bigger and bigger.
Scattered in the wind
The most gorgeous marriage is flowing.
Who fanned the wind?
Let go of all the lovesickness around you.
Don't cry alone.
Dandan stamen
Can't help but knock the hammer in bits and pieces.
The violets in front of the Buddha are in bloom.
Like cold smoke
Just like your heart.
With this wind
Blow the strings of memory
Hey, where's your smile
How can it be like cinnabar spots?
Dark red tears
Slide slowly before your eyes
Once raised lips
You are just a violet in front of the Buddha.
Who made you cry so cruelly?
Turn around and wait
Did you switch back to that sentence?
A whisper of ecstasy
Bathed in the quiet Brahma song,
Spread out quietly on the forgotten river
The almost still river is crystal clear.
The Buddha said that the river of forgetfulness reflected,
It is the joys and sorrows of the world.
So,
I often look at those men and women,
Laugh, cry, be happy, be sad.
I don't understand,
Why do they always laugh less,
Cry more, be less happy,
There are many sad times.
I asked Buddha Tuo, and the Buddha lovingly said to me:
Living is a kind of cultivation.
Only by seeing through the world of mortals can we fully understand.
I still don't understand. Buddha said I don't need to understand.
More often, I am quietly erupting,
Listen to the wind and watch the rain and get drunk.
I remember that morning,
I have never seen anything before.
Pale, cyan,
Gentle things gently enveloped the whole river of forgetting,
Hold me lovingly, just as the Buddha looked at me.
I only remember the Buddha whispering:
Destined love, doomed love. I don't understand these two words.
I asked Buddha what it was, and Buddha said it was fog.
I asked Buddha, what is predestined love?
The Buddha looked at me lovingly,
It's like a fog hanging over me,
Said that one day I would understand.
I am the violet in front of the Buddha,
Look at the world quietly,
Day after day,
Watching so many people go back and forth again and again,
Repeating the story of past lives.
I don't understand,
Why, when they have a chance,
They are unwilling to give up the world of mortals.
I asked Buddha zu,
Buddha lovingly scooped up the water around me,
Tell me about your beautiful bloom.
I bloom quietly on the forgotten river,
With the passage of time,
Watching the world come and go,
I don't know how many years, maybe decades,
Maybe hundreds of years. Finally, one day,
I said to the Buddha, I want to go to earth.
The Buddha still looked at me affectionately,
Asked me if I really decided,
Leave him and go to earth.
I'm not sure. I just looked at the Buddha.
Buddha said that tenderness, doomed love is doomed to escape.
The Buddha said, don't let me drink the water that I forgot about Sichuan.
Let me leave my memory here.
Buddha said,
He will pick me up.
Buddha said,
When I really get someone's love,
Take me back.
Buddha said,
Let me not be defiled and hurt by this world.
I was just about to ask the Buddha what love is.
The Buddha held me in his palm and sent me into the world of mortals.
I became a person, a woman.
Mom told me that the summer I was born,
The lotus pond in the big pond in front of the village
Suddenly a lot of lotus buds appeared,
On the morning when I was born, the lotus was in full bloom.
So my father named me Han Han.
Mom also said that on the third day after I was born,
A senior monk came to see me,
That I have a root of wisdom, ... Mom still has something to say,
But it was stopped by dad's eyes.
I didn't ask, I just listened quietly.
I know,
I am the violet in front of the Buddha.
I didn't tell my parents.
I prefer light purple,
I always think, when I forget that river,
I am a faint purple.
I often think of Brahma,
Breeze, bamboo and bright moon.
I often spend the afternoon,
Go to the big pond in front of the village.
Go and see the lotus in the pond.
I remember it was a summer afternoon,
I sat under that willow tree,
Mother said that Liu Shu is 500 years old.
I know it's 800 years old,
It also knows that I am a violet before the Buddha,
Every time I go,
It talks to me,
I looked at the lotus in the pool,
Quietly, just like when I bloomed slightly.
I remember a breeze,
Blowing my skirt,
When I comb my hair that covers my eyes,
When I looked back at him,
He is wearing a blue shirt.
Like the fog hundreds of years ago, faint.
When he saw me,
The book in my hand fell to the ground,
I also forgot to look back and kept looking at him.
Until the willow gently
Brush my arm with a branch,
I just remembered,
Mom says women can't do this.
I left in a hurry with a skirt in my hand.
I was fourteen years old.
Later, when I went to see the lotus again,
I often meet him, and slowly,
I know, his name is Qing.
He always carries a book,
When I look at the lotus,
He is reading a book, and I know he is looking at me.
Willow told me.
Slowly, we started talking,
He taught me a lot,
The first antique song he taught me was:
The Millennium is frost,
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. ...
What he often reads is,
Guan Guan Luo Qiu, in Hezhou,
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. ……
And sing it over and over again.
I can't wait,
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
I don't know what that means.
I just think that morning,
It's like being hugged by fog.
Then one day,
He looked at me nervously,
Stretched out his hand and said to me:
Life and death are broad, and they care for each other;
Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I don't quite understand, I just think,
When this sentence comes out,
Just like Buddha usually talks to me.
So I know,
This man was chosen by the Buddha for me.
So, I gently,
Put your hand on his hand.
That year, I was sixteen and twenty-two.
Qing said, start a career first, then get married.
Mom and dad are very satisfied with him,
I agree with him.
The two families held an engagement party for us.
I don't quite understand why everyone is so happy.
Not as happy as usual.
My mother began to teach me something, saying that this is a woman's job.
I see fewer days of lotus flowers.
Willow told me that without me,
The lotus pond became very lonely.
Loneliness, what is this? I don't quite understand.
My life hasn't changed much.
At eighteen, I married Qing.
Qing is very kind to me. He always comes back with me as soon as possible,
He often goes back to my mother's house with me and plays chess with my father.
Mom loves me and doesn't want me to go down to the cupboard.
I just watched dad and Qing play chess.
Qing always asks her father, and Qing also taught me to play chess.
I can see that Qing gave way to her father skillfully.
There are many things about youth, and I always write under the lamp.
I can only bring him a cup of tea to polish his ink.
At this time, the Youth Federation will put down the pen in his hand.
Hold me in your arms, put his head on my shoulder,
Whispering softly in my ear, lotus, lotus.
Manager Qing likes to call me Shuilian, saying that it is his Shuilian.
He said that I have a faint lotus fragrance.
As we all know, I am the violet before the Buddha.
In those days, I never thought about my life before the Buddha.
My life, once very peaceful,
But gradually, some people in the village began to talk about me.
Willow told me.
The reason is that I failed to give birth to a child for Qing.
I think it's strange,
I was originally violet,
Why have children?
Qing said nothing,
But I also saw his sigh.
Mom asked me, too I don't know anything.
I feel that my heart is no longer calm.
I began to recall the days when I forgot the river.
I remember the Buddha telling me,
As long as I really get someone's love,
He came to pick me up. But when was that?
I asked Liu Shu if he had seen the Buddha.
Willow didn't speak.
I realized that the willow tree didn't have much time.
Originally, I wanted to ask Liu Shu what love is.
So I didn't ask.
That day, my mother took me home,
Didn't say anything. Qing hasn't come back yet.
I think it's a little strange,
Dad just looked at me and sighed.
Call my name occasionally, Han Han.
I heard the joy of getting married in the village.
Just like when I married Qing.
I was surprised, but I didn't ask anything.
I told my mother that I wanted to see the lotus flowers.
My mother tried to stop me, but my father stopped her.
Just told me to remember to come back for dinner.
I wonder why I'm not allowed to go home,
I went home with Qing,
But I still didn't say anything,
Just nodded.
It's not summer now, and there is nothing in the lotus pond.
The willow is getting older, too.
This is what I learned after I came to earth.
The color of the sun is strange, red,
Willow said, red is very sad,
What is sadness? I don't know.
I remember it clearly,
Blue,
I sewed him a blue shirt,
Things became very unclear.
He ran to my side and hugged me tightly.
I am surprised that Qing is gentle,
But hugging me hurts.
He called me again and again,
Water lotus, water lotus, my water lotus.
I was motionless in his arms,
I just think my heartbeat is strange.
From the vague nonsense, I know,
His parents have been unable to give birth to a child for Qing because of me.
So I want to marry a concubine for Qing, but Qing doesn't want to.
His parents said they would divorce me if they didn't accept concubines.
Today is the day of concubinage, but he ran away.
He said, his wife, only me.
I listened quietly.
I have a strange feeling,
I don't have much time to spend with Qing.
As I know, willow's time is running out.
Later, Qing stopped concubinage,
His parents said nothing.
I don't know exactly what they said.
I don't like going out more and more,
Go for a walk in the lotus pond occasionally,
I only see the willows getting weaker and weaker.
I can't help it
I remember the Buddha saying,
Everything is fixed and cannot be forced.
Qing has more and more jobs,
He often works hard until late.
I also poured him tea and touched up his ink.
He often holds me in his arms,
Breathe my smell.
It's just that we don't write lyrics for poems anymore.
I began to recall the days when I forgot the river under the lamp.
Later, Qing sometimes didn't go home.
He began to languish.
Withered, said the willow.
Mom said that I lost a lot of weight.
I smiled faintly at my mother and said nothing.
Actually, I know from other people's gossip,
Last time I gave it to Qingna's concubine, she was at Qing's parents' house.
Although Qing is not here, she still enters Qing's home.
I also know that sometimes A Qing doesn't come back,
Is to live at his parents' house.
I began to wait for the Buddha to pick me up,
But why hasn't Buddha come yet?
That day, I remember it was summer,
Because I just came back from watching lotus flowers.
Because I don't know if Qing will come back,
So I didn't cook.
The door suddenly rang,
I thought it was Qing who came back,
Go out and pick him up.
Who knows, it's a woman,
Beautiful, wearing a pink shirt.
Her eyes are red, too
As soon as you saw me,
Another kind of water came out of her eyes,
She kept saying, it's you, it's you,
It is you who live in the heart of youth, and it has always been you.
Although I haven't seen you, it's just you.
It is possible to live in the heart of youth.
Because of you, I can only be his concubine,
Because of you,
I've been married to him for three years and he hasn't touched me.
Because of you, because of you.
Why don't you give him a baby?
In this way, I can also break my mind,
I don't have to have illusions.
I don't understand,
I just watched the water keep coming out of her eyes,
I know, it's called tears.
She grabbed her hair and repeatedly said:
But I love him, I love him,
I'd rather be his concubine,
I can stand him not touching me,
But he didn't even look at me,
Do not look at me.
I stepped forward,
Trying to get my hair out of my hands,
She immediately grabbed my arm:
"Do you like green? If you love him,
Why not give him a baby?
You know,
He called all your names? Water hibiscus "
I feel horrible.
At this time, Qing came back,
In a hurry,
Pull her away and hold me in your arms.
Say to her, "You go."
She cried, but she left.
Qing carried me into the house,
Look at me in a hurry,
Explain incoherently.
I know, he did it for me,
If it weren't for not losing me,
He won't accept a nominal concubine.
He looked at me anxiously and repeatedly said:
"Shuilian, my wife only has you, Shuilian, Shuilian."
I gently stroked his head,
Let him calm down slowly.
The blue one, the one I made,
I smiled at him slowly.
Green held out his hand to me again and said:
Life and death are broad, and they care for each other;
Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I slowly reached out my hand to him,
At this time,
Suddenly I heard a long-lost Sanskrit singing,
I see, the Buddha has come to pick me up.
I watched my body gradually become transparent,
Green's expression suddenly became shocked.
No, sadness, he held out his hand,
Want to hug me, but he can't come near me.
I finally said a word to him:
I am the violet in front of the Buddha.
That year, I was twenty-four and thirty.
I am the violet in front of the Buddha,
Back to the river of forgetfulness,
Accompanied by quiet Brahma singing.
I am familiar with the clarity of the river of forgetfulness.
Sunny wind,
Slender bamboo and bright moon,
Stretch yourself gently.
Buddha gently scooped up the water around me,
Say affectionately, I hug you.
I saw a bead in the Buddha's hand, and one was missing.
The initial ease has passed.
I began to get used to staring at the river of forgetfulness again.
Look at the right and wrong in the world.
I saw Qing.
One day in the sky, one year on earth,
How long have I been back?
Green and haggard, right?
Willow taught me this word, gaunt.
Or a blue shirt,
Standing by the lotus pond in front of the village, looking at the lotus flowers in the pond.
I suddenly have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
My petals, falling a petal, float on the forgotten river.
As the days go by,
A little aging,
The woman in red in my memory.
But not with him.
He goes to the lotus pond every day all year round.
I looked at him silently through the river of forgetfulness.
Buddha never said anything about me, but looked at me lovingly.
I only heard the Buddha say it once,
Said it took me ten years to use a Buddha bead,
But the doomed love still failed to resolve.
Getting younger and younger,
I feel my heart is full,
It suddenly occurred to me that if I were still human,
There must be a kind of water called tears.
I clearly remember that day,
Pale, cyan,
The gentle mist gently enveloped the whole river of forgetfulness,
Hug me affectionately, like a green,
I clearly remember a green sound in the fog.
Call me softly, Shuilian, my Shuilian.
I smiled and blushed.
Release all my fragrance, I know,
I finally understand.
The Buddha once said,
500 years in the same boat, a thousand years of pillow people.
We cast karma in the river of forgetfulness,
It's just that we don't have enough time to repair it.
Forgive my Buddha,
We made up for the lack of time with a Buddha bead.
I bloom brilliantly,
Leisurely in blue mist, my love in blue mist.
After blue mist dispersed,
The river of forgetfulness is as calm and clear as ever,
The river is covered with beautiful violet petals,
The whole Buddha is fragrant,
Leaving only one lotus flower,
Trembling slightly.
Idiot, idiot,
The Buddha sighed lovingly and reached for the lotus.
A drop of lotus seed fell into the Buddha's palm like a tear.
Exquisite and brilliant, condensed into a bead.