I like to look up at the joys and sorrows of the world. I don't know anything.
Sometimes, I wonder why there are joys, sorrows and tears in the world. ...
Ever since I grew up by the forgotten river, a wisp of smoke has been winding around the river. That wisp of smoke, like a flute, is far away and tactfully. The flute sounds came into my ears one by one, but I didn't understand anything. I am his only audience, but I can't understand his sadness. I can't understand his sadness.
I am just a violet in front of the Buddha. I forgot that the river is warm and blooms all year round. I just crossed the general river. Can't see the deep and shallow pain reflected in the misty eyes.
How many years have passed? I don't even remember. Because I am in the river of forget the sorrow, I know nothing about it.
But looking at the beautiful planet, I always wonder why there are always smiles and tears in the world. In my heart, every bit is confused.
Many years have passed. One day Qingyan asked me, "Violet, do you know what it's like to love someone?" The furthest distance in life is standing in front of you, yet you don't know that I love you.
After he finished speaking, the smoke disappeared. I heard that he became a man on earth and suffered a disaster.
Everything will end and everything will begin.
I am floating in the middle of the river, and the broad blue waves are no longer calm. I heard the sound of heartbreak. I don't know anything. Without the cigarette flute, I seem to have lost my balance and center of gravity.
Now it's just me and Buddha. The days will pass day by day, and I will not be old or die. This is my sorrow. I watched Qingyan grow up day by day in this world, and I suddenly envied him. At least he knows love, empathy and missing. I thought I was very happy and lucky, because I didn't feel sad or smile in front of the Buddha, but I didn't have ordinary love and pain, so I didn't have no happiness.
As the days passed, a kind of water flowed out of my eyes and dripped in front of Qingyan's house, turning into a beautiful lake full of beautiful lotus flowers.
The Buddha looked into my eyes focused on the world, sighed and said to me, "Go down, too. Your fate is endless, and you have not fully awakened. "
So I went to the earth and devoted myself to a place not far from the lake. I became a woman, and people called me Violet.
I grew up in a village by the lake, and everyone looked at me with new eyes. Later, I realized that I was a peerless beauty. I had a lot of things when I was young, and my parents loved me very much, but I don't know if it was happiness. I like to see the lotus by the lake, and I like to see the lotus in full bloom in that pool. Until one day, a man saw me by the lake. He was too surprised to speak. His name is Qing.
My previous life was a violet, and I didn't know how to love. Will I know love in this life?
Qing loves me very much. We often watch the scenery by the lake together and watch the sun rise in the sky and set in the west. I think my diary will be so plain and simple.
If it weren't for her looks, if it weren't for the absence of children, I think I still don't understand love, or I don't.
One day, a beautiful girl appeared in front of me and told me that she loved Qing and Qing loved her, begging me to let them go. The brilliance in her eyes suffocated me. Past lives's love and hate suddenly emerged.
The sunset outside the window is very red, as red as blood in my heart. The sunset outside the window is slowly setting, and my heart is slowly drowning. I know this is called pain. My eyes keep gushing water, bitter, I know it's called tears.
I love Qing, I know the pain of love.
I stood by the lake and looked at the lotus in the pool. The holy lotus is swaying in the wind, and the elegant dance makes me miss the days when I forgot to worry about the river.
Buddha came to pick me up. I am the violet in front of the Buddha. I'm floating in a forgotten river.
I often look at Qing through the river of forgetfulness, watching Qing smile with her, and watching Qing's face change little by little in the years. I often look lost in thought and cry.
In this distant place, I think of Qing. In that distant place, Qing will still remember that there is a violet in the river.
I asked Buddha Zu, why don't you let me and Qingsi keep it for life?
Buddha said: "I bought you a ten-year fate with a bead of Buddha." Who knows you haven't fully understood. " The Buddha sighed.
After ten years of dust, my heart is no longer the same.
I plunged into this world and left, doomed to have nothing. I am just a violet in front of the Buddha.