An almost calm river unfolds quietly on the forgotten river.
Clear and clear. The Buddha said that the Forgetting River was drawn, and it was
The joys and sorrows of the world. So, I often watch those.
There are men and women, laughing and crying, happy and sad.
I don't understand why they always laugh less.
Cry more, be less happy and be more sad.
I asked Buddha, and Buddha lovingly told me that life is a kind of practice.
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 bursting silently.
Listen to the wind and watch the rain and get drunk.
I still remember that morning, I saw something I had never seen before.
Light, blue and 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 the Buddha said,
That's fog. I asked Buddha what is predestined love, and Buddha looked at me affectionately.
It's like the fog holding me and saying that I will understand one day.
Beads:
I am a cloud, gently floating on the forgotten river,
No sadness, no worries. After a heavy fog,
I seem to have fallen asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I was already on the lotus petals.
Crystal clear, turned into dew. Violets are as gentle as water,
With a faint fragrance, I feel very safe. Since then,
I accompany violets and watch the bright moon and stars, sunrise and sunset.
The quiet river is pure as jade, and the Buddha often meditates by the river.
When the breeze blows into Xu Lai, you can hear the quiet 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.
And when I said I would like to make a necklace of violets, violet's smile became stronger.
She said, you always have to go. She said she couldn't wear a necklace on her lotus petals forever. I know this is true.
I only listen to the Buddha's proclamation every day, and only silently follow the Buddha's proclamation.
I don't know how many generations have passed.
One day, I suddenly found that I left violet and went to the Buddha's palm.
I became a bead in the heart of a bergamot. Violets are still blooming in the forgotten river,
Sending out a delicate fragrance, I suddenly found that I fell in love with violets.
She may not remember that the dew on the lotus petals is willing to be her necklace.
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 beings,
Every year, every month, every day, things are repeated in the past and the future.
Buddha is above all beings, watching all this silently. I often think,
Why did the Buddha refuse to enlighten all these people, and how did he make them suffer for generations?
Violets will gradually show their fragrance in this river that has seen all kinds of human feelings.
Violet:
I am a violet in front of the Buddha, watching the world quietly.
Day after day, watching so many people cycle again and again,
Repeating the story of past lives. I don't understand why when they have a chance in front of them,
They are unwilling to give up the world of mortals. I asked Fotuo, and he kindly scooped up the water around me.
Tell me about your beautiful bloom.
Beads:
I asked Buddha why my Buddha claimed to benefit all beings.
But all sentient beings are always in great joy and great sorrow?
How can I not release him?
The Buddha closed his eyes slightly and said, "The Buddha should pay attention to a kind of karma.
Everyone in the world must go through some trials and tribulations to achieve positive results.
Because if you don't experience something, you won't feel it, and if you don't feel it, you can't get rid of it.
The Buddha also came from the world, and it was the first time for the world. The reason why he was able to practice Buddhism,
All because of the epiphany after suffering. "
Actually, I know this. I am a bead in the Buddha's hand,
Slipping through Buddha's fingers every day, I know Buddha's mercy,
But I still can't bear to see the world of the forgotten river.
Especially I can't bear to see all kinds of tears shed by those men and women.
I don't know if Violet saw all this,
I don't know what kind of thoughts will be in her heart.
Violet in front of Buddha has been listening to Sanskrit quietly.
Never willing to make a sound, I don't know what she's thinking,
She always lowers her head, as if in a trance.
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.
In this way, on this forgotten river, violets quietly bloom,
Buddha sang softly, and I stared at the violets in the palm of Buddha's hand.
Day by day, generations of spring and autumn. I like being with Buddha and watching violets like this.
I quietly bloom on the forgotten river, year after year,
Looking at the gathering and scattering of the world, I don't know how many years have passed.
Maybe decades, maybe centuries. Finally, one day, I said to the Buddha, I want to go to earth.
Beads:
Violet told the Buddha that she wanted to go to the earth, and I knew that Violet couldn't go to the earth.
She is a fairy in the river of forgetfulness. How can she go to earth to accept mortal karma?
Unless there is a bead willing to change the world time for her.
Violet:
The Buddha still looked at me affectionately and asked me if I had 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.
Beads:
I won't give up violets, but I can't bear to watch them languish day by day.
So, I said to the Buddha, I am willing to trade my life for violets.
Buddha asked me if I knew that if I switched back to Violet's time,
I can't go back to the Buddha's palm, I said I know,
I'm willing to do this for Violet,
Because Violet and I are so close.
I just can't bear to see Violet Haggard.
The Buddha sighed lightly: "Destiny, destiny, these two idiots."
I asked the Buddha not to tell Violet about me.
Don't let Violet drink the water from the river when she leaves.
I want Violet to leave his memory here,
Because I know that the time I can come back for Violet is limited,
Violet will come back here eventually.
The Buddha agreed, and the Buddha looked at me and Violet affectionately.
Violet:
The Buddha said, don't let me drink the water that I forgot about Sichuan.
Let me leave my memory here.
Buddha said he would take me back. Buddha said that when I really get someone's love,
Take me back. Buddha said, don't let me 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.
Beads:
The Buddha held the violet in his palm, and then the violet entered the world of mortals.
Violet:
I became a person, a woman.
Mom told me that the summer I was born,
A lot of lotus buds suddenly appeared in the lotus pond in front of the village.
On the morning when I was born, the lotus was in full bloom.
So my father named me Han Han.
Mother also said that on the third day after I was born, a monk came to see me.
Said that I have the root of wisdom, ... mom still has something to say, and dad's eyes stopped me.
I didn't ask, I just listened quietly.
I know, I am a violet before the Buddha. I didn't tell my parents.
Beads:
On the third day after Violet was born, the Buddha took me to Violet's home.
I saw violets, no, I saw Han Handan,
An elegant woman with a beautiful face.
I wonder if Purple has noticed the beads in the palm of Buddha's hand.
Violet:
I prefer light purple. I can always think of it when I forget the river.
I am a faint purple.
I often think of Sanskrit, the breeze, the quiet bamboo and the bright moon.
I often go to the big pond in front of the village in the afternoon to see the lotus flowers in the pond.
Beads:
Violets grow slowly on the earth,
In fact, time in the world passes really fast.
Violet has grown into a beautiful girl. She prefers light purple.
She loves to see the lotus flowers in the big pond in front of the village, and she often thinks of the unforgettable river.
Brahma fan sings, the breeze is quiet and the bamboo is bright.
It's just that she never knew that a bead always looked at her.
Violet:
I remember it was a summer afternoon,
I sat under that willow tree. My mother said it was 500 years old.
I know that it is actually 800 years old, and 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 was a little flower. I remember a breeze,
Blowing my skirt fluttering, when I brushed away the hair blocking my eyes,
I saw him when I turned around. He is wearing a blue shirt.
Like the fog hundreds of years ago, faint.
When he saw me, the book in his hand fell to the ground.
I also forgot to look back and kept looking at him.
Until the willow gently brushed my arm with its branches,
I just remembered, my mother said that women can't do this.
I left in a hurry with a skirt in my hand. I was fourteen years old.
Beads:
Violet was fourteen, and she met Qing.
A man violette likes,
I knew for a long time that Violet came into this world to love someone.
This is the person the Buddha has chosen for Violet. But my heart still hurts,
I can give violet some time, violet, my violet, and forget the violet in the river.
Violet:
Later, when I went to see the Lotus again, I often met him.
Slowly, I get it. His name is Qing. He always carries a book,
Then when I looked at Lotus, he was reading a book.
I know he's watching me, too. Willow told me.
Slowly, we started talking, and he taught me a lot.
The first old song he taught me was: Pale,
Millennium is frost, so-called Iraqis are on the water side ... what he often reads is,
Guan Guan Luo Qiu, in Hezhou, is a gentle and graceful lady and a gentleman.
..... and sing it again and again. Oh, welcome,
Sleeping and thinking, leisurely, tossing and turning.
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 and held out his hand.
Say to me: life and death are generous, caring for each other;
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I don't quite understand,
I was just thinking, when this sentence comes out,
Just like Buddha usually talks to me.
So I knew that this person was chosen by Buddha for me.
So, I gently put my hand on his.
That year, I was sixteen and twenty-two.
Beads:
Qing often waits for violets by the pond.
Then he taught her to read poetry and write.
One day, Qing took Violet's hand.
Say to her: life and death are generous, caring for each other; Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Violet smiled at the green light,
I saw the intoxicating lingering in violet's eyes.
And I, I am just a bead in the heart of bergamot, and I can only look at violets silently.
Happy violet, she didn't go to see the lotus much during that time.
The lotus pond began to look lonely, just like forgetting that there were no violets in the river.
Violet:
Qing said, start a career first, then get married.
Mom and dad are very satisfied with him and 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.
Beads:
Violet/kloc-married Qing at the age of 0/8.
Violet:
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. My mother loves me.
Don't ask me to come out of the cupboard. I just watched dad and Qing play chess.
Qing always makes way for dad, and Qing also taught me to play chess. I can see that Qing has skillfully made way for her father.
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,
Qing always puts down her pen and holds me in her arms.
He leaned his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear:
Green, the manager of Shuifurong, likes to call me and say that it is his.
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.
Beads:
Qing called her Shuilian, and Qing loved her very much.
So that the violets bathed in love forgot the years of worrying about the river and the days before the Buddha.
I still watch water lilies every day. She is a happy woman.
This is also my contribution without complaint.
The Buddha will still sigh gently and recite the Buddha.
I am spinning between the fingers of the Buddha.
At this time, in addition to the green call,
I can't hear or see anything else, and I sigh from time to time.
Violet:
My life was quiet, but gradually,
Someone in the village started talking 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 a violet. Why should I 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 told me that as long as you really get a person's love,
He came to pick me up. But when was that?
I asked Liu Shu if he had seen the Buddha, but Liu Shu didn't say anything.
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.
Beads:
I don't know how long it has been,
All I know is that the world is changing rapidly,
One day, I suddenly felt that Violet began to remember the days when she forgot to worry about the river.
But Violet has been unhappy ever since.
I don't understand why this is happening,
I asked Buddha, and the Buddha said that while accepting happiness,
It is bound to accept the pain brought by happiness,
Happiness and pain were originally twin sisters,
Buddha said that when Violet really got love,
Is to go back to the river of forgetting the year, how I hope Violet can get true love soon.
I can go back to the river of forgetfulness early, although I know that when Violet comes back,
When I left them.
I began to pay more and more attention to violets. I can't let Violet get hurt.
At this time, the Buddha has begun to settle down and no longer opens his eyes to see the world.
But I can't help looking at the world, but I can't help looking at violets.
That day, my mother took me home without saying anything.
Qing hasn't come back yet. I think it's a little strange,
Dad just looked at me with a sigh and called my name occasionally.
Hanba, I heard the joy of getting married in the village.
Just like when I married Qing. I think it's strange,
But I didn't ask anything. I told my mom,
I want to see the lotus, but my mother wants to stop me.
But dad stopped her and just told me to remember to come back for dinner.
I want to know why I'm not allowed to go home. I go 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.
Willow has also aged a lot, aging, which I didn't know until 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 very clearly, in that red, blue,
I sealed him a blue shirt, and it became very unclear.
I was surprised that he ran to my side and hugged me tightly.
Green is gentle, but it hurts to hug me.
He called me again and again, water lotus, water lotus, my water lotus.
I'm still in his arms, and I just feel my heart beating strangely.
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 Qing, and 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 that I don't have much time with Qing.
As I know, willow's time is running out.
Beads:
Violets are originally lotus flowers. How can they have children?
I began to understand why the world is always unhappy,
The unhappiness in the world is caused by too many delusions.
So I can't help but insist.
Violet, violet ... I whispered the name of violet, but she couldn't hear me.
Violet:
Later, Qing didn't bring a concubine, and her parents didn't say anything.
I don't know exactly what they said.
I don't like going out more and more I occasionally go for a walk in the lotus pond.
I can only watch the willows getting weaker and weaker, and I can't help it.
I remember the Buddha saying that everything has a destiny.
Can't 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 and breathes 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 Qing sometimes stays at her parents' house when she doesn't come back.
I started waiting for the Buddha to pick me up, but why hasn't the Buddha come yet?
Violette began to be unhappy,
Beads:
She began to look at the lotus beside the pond again.
She wants to forget everything in the river more and more.
She has already begun to want Buddha to pick her up.
However, the Buddha was still meditating and did not open his eyes. I dare not wake him up.
Violet:
That day, I remember it was summer, because I saw the lotus coming back.
I didn't cook because I didn't know if Qing would come back.
The door suddenly rang, and I thought it was Qing who came back, so I went out to meet him.
Who knows, it's a woman, very beautiful, wearing a pink shirt.
Her eyes are red, too
As soon as she saw me, another kind of water welled up in her eyes.
She kept saying, it's you, it's you, it's you living in the heart of youth,
It's always been you. Although I have never seen you, only you can live in youth.
Because of you, I can only be his concubine because of you,
I was married to him for three years, and he never touched me, because of you, because of you.
Why don't you give him a baby?
In this way, I can cross the rubicon and have no 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,
But I love him, I love him,
I'd rather just be his concubine. I can stand him not touching me.
However, he didn't even look at me. He didn't even look at me.
I went up to her and tried to get her hair out of her hand.
She grabbed my arm at once. Do you love Qing?
If you love him, why don't you give him a baby?
Did you know that he called your name? Shuilian, I'm scared.
Beads:
Qing people never paid attention to redundant concubines,
In fact, that woman is also very beautiful.
I can feel that she loves youth,
She never complains about her indifference.
She is like a quiet bend of water, and she can hardly see it flowing.
Qing also began to become haggard, and Qing never dared to talk about this woman to Zi.
Nobody told Violet that Violet still loves Violet.
Violet:
At this moment, green came back, in a hurry:
Pull her away and hold me in your arms.
Tell her to go. She cried, but she left.
Green carried me into the room and looked at me in a hurry and explained 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.
Water lotus, water lotus. I gently caressed his head to calm him down.
The blue one, the one I made, I smiled at him slowly.
Green held out his hand to me again:
Say: life and death are generous, caring for each other; Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I slowly reached out my hand to him, and 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,
And green's expression suddenly became startled, no, sad,
He reached out to hug me, but he couldn't get close to me.
I finally said a word to him: I am a violet in front of the Buddha.
That year, I was twenty-four and thirty.
Beads:
Qing came back, and he held Zi in his arms.
Repeatedly, Shuilian, my wife only has you,
Water lotus, water lotus ... I heard Qing say this sentence to violet again:
Life and death are broad, and they care for each other; Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
See green will hand to violet, violet will hand over.
Just then, the Buddha woke up and began to sing in a low voice.
I began to turn between Buddha's fingers.
So in this Sanskrit singing, violet's body began to gradually become transparent.
Violets flew into the sky,
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 fragrance in the room is overflowing, and all the lotus flowers are floating.
After all these years, it still smells like violets.
Qing Lian was twenty-four years old when I left Qing.
Violet:
I am a violet before the Buddha, and I am back on the forgotten river.
Accompanied by quiet Brahma singing.
I am familiar with the clarity of the river of forgetfulness.
The wind is clear, the bamboo is slender, the moon is bright, and it stretches gently.
The Buddha gently scooped up the water around me and said lovingly:
I brought you back. I saw a bead in the Buddha's hand, and one was missing.
Beads:
Violet returned to Forgotten River and became violet before Buddha.
The Buddha scooped up the water from the river and said to Violet:
I finally got you back.
Just then, Violet saw the beads.
Violet finally saw that one of the beads in the palm of the Buddha was missing. Violet, violet, my violet. ...
Violet:
The initial ease has passed.
I began to get used to staring at the river of forgetfulness again and looking at the right and wrong of this world.
I saw Qing.
One day in the sky, one year on earth, how long have I been back?
Young and haggard, yes, willow taught me this word, haggard.
Still wearing a blue shirt, standing by the lotus pond in front of the village, staring at the lotus in the pond.
I suddenly have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
My petals, falling a petal, float on the forgotten river.
Beads:
I know purple hasn't forgotten green,
She stared at the green in the river of forgetfulness,
As I watched her cross the river of forgetfulness,
I can't leave yet, I know my task has not been finally completed,
I became a cloud on the forgotten river again.
Violet:
As time goes by, I get old,
The woman in the red shirt I remember is 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 once that it took me ten years to get a bead.
But the doomed love still failed to resolve.
As I grow older, I feel my heart is full.
It suddenly occurred to me that if I were still human, I would definitely shed a kind of water called tears.
Beads:
Day by day, the violet is still the same violet.
The world is still reflected in the river of forgetfulness.
Youth is aging day by day on the earth,
That woman named Yu Ji can never accompany Qing,
Violets are in my heart as violets are in my heart.
I look at violets and feel depressed about it.
Violet without pain has tasted all the pain now.
Only Corydalis did not shed tears, and Corydalis did not shed tears.
Qing is finally old, and Qing lives by the pond.
He looked at the pond every day, year after year,
Seeing the empty pond full of lotus flowers,
See full lotus, thank you.
He reads a name every day:
Water lily, water lily, my water lily,
I know Violet heard his call,
In fact, Violet's heart never left him.
Qing is leaving, he is going to enter the next reincarnation,
Accept the next round of suffering and fail to achieve positive results in this life.
Because he can't keep violets in his heart.
At the end of summer, all the lotus flowers in the pond were defeated.
But on this night, on the night when Qing will leave,
In the moonlight,
People think that withered buds suddenly bloom,
The faint purple makes the whole night sky appear a purple gas.
That pool full of fragrance floated to the distant sky.
Violet:
I clearly remember that day, weak and melancholy,
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.
Love my Buddha and make up for our lack of time with a Buddha bead.
I am blooming brilliantly, leisurely in blue mist, and my love is in blue mist.
Beads:
No one saw the lotus in full bloom at night.
Only Qing and I walked out of his hut.
Come to the pond, come to the bottom of the lotus,
Looking at her lavender appearance, I smiled slightly.
Qing said, I know it's you.
I knew it was you, my lotus. You didn't leave me after all.
At this moment, lotus plumule suddenly overflowed with water.
Crystal clear as jade, always overflowing, overflowing,
Slipped off the lotus petals and landed on the green face,
Slipped down the green cheeks and wet the green clothes. ...
Violet:
After blue mist dispersed, the Forgotten River was as quiet and clear as ever.
The river is covered with beautiful violet petals,
Before the incense, the whole Buddha, 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.
I am the violet in front of the Buddha.
Scroll-flowers and trees
Lyrics: scroll
Compose: scroll
Singing: rolling
You said that your previous life was a tall and lush tree.
Inadvertently blown to the world by the years, it became a flower.
Your fragrance blooms on the beautiful and quiet roadside.
In the lonely corner, you are waiting for the dream of the big tree every night.
You said that your previous life was a tall and lush tree.
Inadvertently blown to the world by the years, it became a flower.
When you struggle every autumn, you don't choose a home.
Beautiful floating on the tree became a myth.
I sing in quiet days every night.
Every night, I start to get lost in your tears.
What is sadness and what is long?
Maybe happiness is just a big dream.
Better forget.
You said that your previous life was a tall and lush tree.
Inadvertently blown to the world by the years, it became a flower.
You said that your waiting for a thousand years is not a cut of happiness.
You said that you would only accept your own soil in the afterlife.
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