That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
That life. Going around mountains, rivers, and pagodas is not for the purpose of cultivating the next life. Just to meet you on the way...
Meeting is the fate on the prayer wheel, the most beautiful thought in the depths of the world, and the unyielding attachment engraved between the eyebrows.
Even if you know the truth deeply, you will not live long. There are still many people who are born for love, rushing to the sea of ????love one after another, holding on to a persistent love with a sincere and beautiful heart.
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The Buddha said: "Looking back five hundred times in the past life is only worth one pass in this life." How long does reincarnation last? Five hundred years, one thousand years, or tens of thousands of years. In those years of wind and frost, only the flowers on the other side bloomed and fell. Who can deeply remember whose face?
Will those attachments in the world of mortals, those entangled in love and hate in the past, and those deep-seated vows turn into a wisp of smoke after turning around?
In this life, whose heart is the most cinnabar among you? Who sheds tears for you again? In this purple world, so many reunions and partings come and go like a tide, so many people who promised to depend on each other for life and death are separated at the end of the world, and how many eternal vows are finally delivered to the fleeting time. How much tenderness and tenderness only resulted in clear tears. How much lovesickness has nowhere to send it, so it can only be written down into mourning, condensed into a curtain of dreams, and left with a long sigh.
How many times have I leaned on the railing and watched the geese returning to the south? I looked through the autumn water and my clothes became wider. How many times have the words been dyed with sadness, letting the slightest trace of melancholy accompany the night. Looking back, a boat with a reed cannot cross the vast and weak water, and cannot reach the other shore of lovesickness.
It’s better not to meet each other, then you don’t have to fall in love. It's better not to know each other, then you don't have to miss each other. It's just that I don't know where the fate came from, but I am deeply in love. Even though they knew that they knew each other deeply, there were still many people who were born for love and rushed to the sea of ????love one after another, holding on to a persistent love with a sincere and beautiful heart.
In life, there are always some encounters, which are the fate on the prayer wheel, the most beautiful thoughts in the depths of the world, and the lingering nostalgia engraved between the eyebrows.
In time, there will always be that one person, who is the cinnabar mole in your heart and the bright moonlight in front of the window. It amazes the ordinary time, softens the cold years, and makes you willing to sink into the dust for it and love it wholeheartedly.
Xu Zhimo said: "At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone. Don't ask for results, don't ask for companionship, don't ask for what you once had, and don't even ask for your love for me. Just ask for being with you." I met you in my most beautiful years.”
When I was young, who didn’t have the extravagant hope of meeting a man of my choice or a beautiful woman, meeting someone who would grow old, choosing a city to grow old together, hand in hand? , smile and watch the steady flow of water and the changing winds and clouds.
In the world of love, everyone is a willful child. They always hope to get more and more. They extravagantly hope to get a perfect love and extravagantly hope that a love can last forever. , we can still recognize each other's faces in reincarnation, and we can form a mortal bond that will never be separated for three lives.
How many times have I written freely, and every word is filled with your smiling face and eyes. How many times have I lightly danced with light ink, wanting to use a thin pen to write down for you the most beautiful attachment in the depths of this mortal world. I always thought that a warm encounter and a love that haunts the soul will be fragrant for a short period of time and become the most beautiful April day in each other's lives.
May the years be peaceful and peaceful. Guarding an old pavilion and a pond of plain lotus flowers, inviting the wind, sleeping in the rain, dancing with the flowers, and talking Zen with the snow. Cooking wine with your green plums, splashing ink on gambling books, stuffing red sleeves with incense, lowering your eyebrows and lighting up the world. No matter how the seasons change and the years gradually go by, I believe that those times accompanied by wind and rain, those companionships that greet each other, and the warmth of knowing each other and cherishing each other will be the most beautiful pictures in the depths of time.
A river of mist and rain wets so many reluctant feelings, a pulse of warm fragrance evokes so many lingering feelings in the heart, in the depths of time, at the end of lovesickness, I only want to keep a close connection. Keep it forever, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of the passing years, and hold on to the warmth that life is like when you first met.
If possible, use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your confusion for the rest of your life; use my attachment to exchange for your companionship for the entire journey. Ask Yi, is it possible?
Don’t think about it, maybe one day the time will pass, the rain will wet the promise, and we will eventually be separated by fate, and we will be separated from each other, and it will be difficult to see each other again.
Don’t ask whether the love will be deep and the relationship will be shallow, and whether the promise will be made lightly. The flowers are blooming on the street. I only wish to have a heart-to-heart meeting with you hand in hand.
How far is eternity? No one can give a definite answer. Maybe a moment is forever, and a glance is a thousand years.
Maybe you and I have traveled thousands of miles to make a covenant, but one day we will suddenly turn around and never see each other again.
Cut out a period of time, pick up the fragrance, and carefully pick up and treasure the beauty and warmth of the time together. Those watermarks engraved in the time, those memories stained by the color of the water and the mountains, will surely turn into beautiful poems in the heart.
A fate, a thought, will always be inadvertently implanted deeply in the heart, blooming into the brilliance of a tree and flowers.
If possible, I would like to turn into a ray of moonlight, slipping softly into your sleeping dream, reciting poems and painting with you, and dancing with the fragrance of ink. If possible, I would like to turn into a colorful butterfly, land gently on your shoulder, and accompany you to watch the sky full of clouds and mist, and the falling red flowers. If possible, I would like to turn into a scroll in your hand, accompanying you to listen to the wind singing in the rain and the falling snow to listen to Zen.
That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but just to be close to your warmth. That life. Going around mountains, rivers, and pagodas is not for the purpose of cultivating the afterlife. Just to meet you on the way...
The scenery of this journey of life comes in a hurry, and all the years will be exchanged and handed over to Fengyan. I only wish that I would exchange the fireworks of three lifetimes for meeting you in one lifetime, the warmth of cherishing each other for a lifetime, and the fragrance of each other's fleeting years.