The pleasant wind sent me to sleep.
Miss you, think of dreams ...
Between dreams and dreams, talk to Buddha.
My language: life is like meeting each other, it is better to meet each other; Goodbye, Father He. At first glance, like fireflies, it passed in an instant!
Buddha said: Seeing and not seeing is the fate here.
Hard to refuse, hard to avoid.
I am suspicious, not confused.
Buddha said: In a previous life, you were the fresh Dan Cong in the mountains, and I was the Haitang in the mountain stream.
Thousands of years ago, you were a sapling in Dan Cong, accidentally lost in a stream, and I was a tender root of Haitang flowing through the stream.
As it happens, I rely on you as my partner and promise to be in the next life.
The Buddha took me to Sansheng Mirror, where there is a clear stream, beside the bluestone beside the stream, the green leaves are reflected.
Can't help it, tears mirror, beads bloom. ...
At dawn, the wind is crisp, my cheeks are wet, I am writing, and there is a begonia floating on the tea lamp.
It's already cold.