I am a cloud, floating gently on the forgotten river, without sadness, joy and concern. I seem to be asleep after a heavy fog. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a lotus petal, crystal clear. The fog changed my appearance. I came from the clouds and landed on the petals of violets, becoming dew on violets. Violets are gentle as water, with a faint fragrance, which makes me feel very happy. Since then, I have been with Violet, watching the bright moon and stars, watching the sunrise and sunset.
The quiet river is as warm as jade, the Buddha often meditates by the river, and the breeze in Xu Lai can make you hear the leisurely Sanskrit singing. Violet and I are bathed in this breeze Sanskrit every day. Violet often smiles at me. She said I was like a pearl, but I said I would rather make a chain for you. From time to time, Violet smiles more brightly. She said, you always have to go. She said she couldn't wear a necklace on her lotus petals forever. I know it's true, because I'm just a dewdrop on a violet.
My predecessor was a cloud, and chance made me a dewdrop, which fell on the petals of violets. What can I expect? I only listen to Buddhism every day. I just silently followed the Buddha's announcement. I just wish I could spend more time with Vahlert.
I don't know how many generations have passed. One day, I suddenly found that I left the violets to the Buddha's palm, and I turned into a bead in the Buddha's palm. Look at Violet again. She is still breaking its banks in the river of forgetting. Without me, violets are still quiet and fragrant. She knew I would leave, but she didn't know where I would go. I suddenly found that my heart was full of images of violets, and I felt that I was in love with violets! I don't know if she will think of me, or if she will think of the dew on the petals of the lotus, which is willing to tie her neck with a chain. I don't think she remembers me. She already knew that I was destined to leave.
The river of forgetfulness clearly reflects all the joys and sorrows in the world. I know, this is what Buddha always said about sentient beings. All sentient beings, every year, every month and every day, are reincarnated with the things of their predecessors and descendants. Buddha is above all beings, watching all this silently. I often wonder why the Buddha refused to enlighten all these people, and why he made them suffer and let them cycle from generation to generation.
Violet is in this river that reflects all kinds of human feelings and gradually reveals its fragrance.
I asked Buddha Zu, why does my Buddha claim to be able to benefit all sentient beings, but all sentient beings always take pleasure in suffering and sorrow? How can I not release them? The Buddha closed his eyes slightly and said, "Buddha, we should pay attention to a kind of karma." Everyone in the world must go through trials and tribulations to achieve positive results. If you don't do something, you can't achieve it. If you don't realize it, you can't get rid of it naturally Buddha originally came from the world, and it was the first time to give it to the world. The reason why he cultivated into a Buddha was because of the great consciousness after suffering. "
Actually, I know this. I am a bead in the heart of a bergamot, which slips through the fingers of the Buddha every day. I know Buddha's mercy, but I still can't bear to see the world of the river of forgetfulness, especially the tears shed by those men and women. I don't know if Vahlert saw all this, and I don't know what she would think.
Violets in front of the Buddha always listen to Sanskrit quietly and never want to make a sound. I don't know what she is thinking. She always lowers her head and is as silent as meditation. You can often see the Buddha looking at violets affectionately and sometimes sighing gently. From time to time, I turn in the hands of the Buddha.
I think I should be destined for Violet. I was originally a cloud. If I miss it, how can I become the dew on the violet and stay with it for generations? I asked the Buddha, but the Buddha didn't answer me. He just gently let me slip through his fingers. I also heard the dialogue between Buddha and Violet. The Buddha just made violets blossom beautiful flowers.
Violet no longer knows me, and I became a bead in the palm of Buddha's hand. But I can see violets every day, and the faint purple brings a beautiful lotus fragrance.
In this way, on this forgotten river, violets bloom quietly, Buddha sings softly, and I stare at violets in the palm of Buddha's hand. As the days go by, it is the spring and autumn of generations on earth. I like being with Buddha and watching violets like this.
But one day, Violet told the Buddha that she wanted to go to the earth. I know Violet can't go to Earth. She is a fairy in the river of forgetfulness. How could she go to earth to accept mortal karma? Unless there are beads willing to exchange world time for her.
I won't give up violets, but I can't bear to see them fade away. So, I told the Buddha that I would like to exchange my time on earth for violets. The Buddha asked me if I knew that if I changed the violet time, I would never get back to the palm of the Buddha's hand. I said I know, and I am willing to do this for Violet. Since we are so close to purple, we can't bear to see the purple gaunt. The Buddha sighed lightly: "Destiny, destiny, these two idiots."
I asked the Buddha not to tell Violet that I had bought her years on earth. I asked the Buddha not to let Violet drink the water from the river when she left. I want Violet to remember everything here. I know that the time I can get violets is limited, and violets will come back here eventually. The Buddha agreed, and the Buddha looked at me and Violet affectionately.
So the Buddha held the violet in his hand and sent her into the world of mortals.
Violette became a person, a woman. In the summer of the year when she was born, all the lotus ponds were full of lotus flowers, many of which were the densest in the village. In this dense lotus pond, a lilac lotus is the most beautiful-the violets in the forgotten river are faintly purple. So Violet has a woman's name: Han Han. This is from the father of violets in the world.
On the third day after Violet was born, the Buddha took me to Violet's home. I saw Violet. No, I saw Han Han, a delicate woman and a beautiful face. Since then, there has been another word to describe the beauty of women in this world: water hibiscus. Yes, violets are hibiscus. I wonder if Purple has noticed the beads in the palm of Buddha's hand.
Violet grows up slowly in the world, and the years on earth really pass quickly. Violet grows into a beautiful girl. She likes light purple. She likes to watch lotus flowers by the big pond in front of the village. She often thinks of the life of forgetting Sichuan, the singing of Sanskrit, the breeze blowing, the quiet bamboo and the bright moon, but she never knows that a bead often looks at her.
When Violet was fourteen, she met Qing, a man Violet liked. I have long known that Violet came into this world just to love a person, who the Buddha has chosen for Violet. But my heart still hurts. I can't give Violet too much time. Violet, my violet, forget the violet in the river, I just want to see you smile happily.
Qing often waits for violets by the pond, and then he teaches her to read poems and write. One day, Qing took Violet's hand and said to her: Life and death are rich, children are happy; Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Violet smiled at Qing shallowly, and I saw Mian, an intoxicating tangle, overflowing in Violet's eyes. I really want to say that this is me, but, oh, I'm just a bead in the Buddha's hand, and I can only stare at violets silently. Happy violet, I seldom went to see the lotus again during that time. The lotus pond is lonely, just like forgetting the river without violets.
Violet/kloc-married Qing at the age of 0/8. Qing called her Shuilian, and Qing loved her very much. Violet, catalyzed by love, forgot the years of worrying about the river and the days before the Buddha.
I still watch violets every day. She is a happy woman, and I don't complain. The Buddha will still sigh gently, chanting Buddha, and I will turn between the fingers of the Buddha. At this time, the water lotus can't hear anything but green, and I can't remember the dew on the petals of violets. I sigh from time to time.
How long did it take? I don't know. I only know that the world is changing rapidly. One day I suddenly felt that Violet began to think of those days when I forgot to worry about the river, and Violet began to be unhappy again. I don't understand why this happened. I asked the Buddha, who said that while accepting happiness, we must also accept the pain brought by happiness. Happiness and pain were originally twin sisters. Buddha said that when Violet really got love, it was the time to forget Sichuan. How I hope Violet can get true love and return to the Forgotten Years River as soon as possible, although I know that when Violet comes back, it is time for me to leave.
I began to pay more and more attention to violets. I can't let Violet get hurt. One day, the Qing family began to be lively again. Just like when Qing married Zi and welcomed a beautiful woman into his home, Zi didn't know that I was unfair to Zi. Blue belongs to purple. Why is there another person to share at the moment? Although Qing never has to look into that woman's eyes, I am still unfair to Zi.
At this time, the Buddha has begun to settle down and no longer opens his eyes to see the world, but I still can't help but look. I don't have to look at the world, but I can't help looking at violets.
Later, I finally learned that this woman was called a concubine because violets were infertile. Violet is a lotus. How can it have children? I began to know why the world is always unhappy, and the unhappiness of this world is due to too many delusions, so it is inevitable to be obsessed. What can a woman made of water like violet do without having children? How can it be a sin for a woman not to have children? Violet, violet ... I gently call violet's name.
That woman is very beautiful. I can feel that she loves youth, too. She never complained that Qing was indifferent to her. She is like a quiet water, almost invisible. Green began to become haggard. He never dared to tell Violet this woman, and no one told Violet. Qing still loves Violet, but Violet has obviously begun to be unhappy. She began to look at the lotus beside the pond again. She wanted to forget everything in the river more and more, and she began to want the Buddha to pick her up. But the Buddha was meditating and didn't open his eyes, so I didn't dare to wake him up.
Another summer, Violet came back from watching the lotus in the pond, and the woman named Yu Ji suddenly appeared in front of Violet. I saw two beautiful women meet like this. My concubine is wearing a red shirt, while Zi is wearing a purple shirt. My eyes are red, and my purple eyes are black and white, full of surprise and confusion. I remember violets don't cry. She looked at my tears, and more and more tears wet my skirt. I cried and cried at the violets. She said it was all because of you. Qing will never refuse to see me because you are in his heart. I wonder what kind of woman you are. How can you be so ingrained in your youth? Why not have a baby? Why do you torture Qing? Why torture me? I saw Violet's more and more stunned expression, and my heart ached. Violet, my violet, come back quickly. The world is not your home, but forgetting Sichuan is your paradise.
At this time, Qing came back and said to the concubine, you go. I'm leaving. Qing held Violet in her arms and repeatedly said, Shuilian, my wife is only you, Shuilian, Shuilian ... I saw Qing say a word to Violet: life and death are rich, children are happy; Hold your hand and grow old with your son. See green hand, purple also handed over his own.
Just then, the Buddha woke up, the Buddha began to sing in a low voice, and I began to turn between the fingers of the Buddha.
So in this Sanskrit singing, Violet's body began to become transparent slowly, and she slowly rose into the air. Violet's outstretched hand has never been given to Qing. The last thing Violet said to Qing was: I am a violet before Buddha. At this moment, the room is full of fragrance, full of lotus fragrance, so that it still smells of violets after several years.
Qing Lian was twenty-four years old when she left Qing.
Violet returned to Forgotten River and became violet before Buddha. The Buddha scooped up the water in the river and said to Violet, I brought you back. At this moment, Violet saw the Buddha's bead, and Violet finally saw that one of the Buddha's beads was missing. Violet, violet, my violet. ...
I know that violets have not forgotten. She sees clearly in the river of forgetfulness, just as I see her in the river of forgetfulness. I still can't leave. I know that my task has not been finally completed, and I have become a cloud on the river of forgetting sadness.
Day after day, here, the violet is still the same violet, and the world is still reflected in the river of forgetting. Green is aging day by day in the world, and that woman named Yu Ji can't accompany green all the time. Violet is in Green's heart, just like violet is in my heart, and no one can replace it. I watched Violet feel sad for him. Violet, who didn't know the pain, has tasted the pain now, but violet never cries, because violet doesn't cry.
I used to be a bead in the heart of a bergamot, and my previous life was a dewdrop on a violet. Now I'm floating on the forgotten river, and I haven't left, because I know my task has not been completed.
Qing is finally getting old. Qing lives by the pond. He watches the pond every day. Year after year, he filled the empty pond with lotus flowers and thanked them. Every day, he will recite a name: water lotus, water lotus, my water lotus ... I know Violet heard his call, because Violet's heart has never left him.
Qing is leaving, he will enter the next cycle and accept the next round of suffering. He can never achieve a positive result in his life, because he can't put violets in his heart. At the end of summer, all the lotus flowers in the pond were defeated, but on this night, when Qing was about to leave, people thought that the withered bud suddenly bloomed in the moonlight, and the faint purple filled the whole night sky; That thick fragrance has drifted to the river of forgetfulness.
At this moment, the river of forgetfulness is full of beautiful petals of violets, and my beautiful violets no longer exist, leaving only a lotus flower. The Buddha told Violet that her time was bought with a bead, but Violet will never know how this bead accompanied her through these generations. When the lotus seed with tears fell into the palm of Buddha's hand, I heard the Buddha sigh gently, dreaming, dreaming. ...
No one saw the lotus in full bloom at night, only Qing and I walked out of his hut and came to the pool. Next to the lotus, we watched her bloom with a faint purple color and a rich fragrance, and smiled slightly. Qing said, I knew it was you, I knew it was you, my water lotus, and you didn't leave me after all.
At this time, the water suddenly overflowed from the lotus plumule, glittering and translucent as jade, constantly overflowing, overflowing, overflowing the lotus petals, and wetting the blue coat. ...