Buddha said: I became a loveless Buddha. How can you become a Buddha if you are greedy for mortal dust? I admit it. Buddha said: Repentance is useless. You have unfinished business. Go and renew your marriage. I will wait for you to come back. To this end, I prayed under the bodhi tree for 500 years.
You said: From the moment you asked to meet in front of the Buddha, I lost sleep for 500 years.
I asked: among all the people, are you the one I have experienced many times for my fate?
You said: Yes, that day 500 years ago, you accidentally crossed the road with me, and I have been waiting for you to realize the fate that passed by.
Buddha said: Only by practicing eternal life can we help each other in the same boat, and only by practicing for thousands of years can we sleep peacefully. I watched it 500 times in my last life and brushed my shoulders once in my life. I implore the Buddha that we can meet again and love each other for many years. Buddha said: unless the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, the sea will become a field.
So I asked the Buddha to turn me into a swallow in the afterlife, and went through all kinds of hardships until the sea was filled up, in exchange for your life and mine.
So the Buddha arranged to meet you in this life, and let me be the unfinished frontier with you. Fate is here, fate is here, and finally it's all a dream ~ ~
Please don't go, because I'm afraid of the afterlife and never see you again. ...
Second, past lives
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, what is our past life? Buddha said: everything is hollow in the mirror, and everything has no phase.
Perhaps, your past life was a begonia in the deep mountains, and it was involved in a passenger ship on an autumn night outside Gusu City. The distant wind blew out the fishing fire in first frost, but it couldn't blow out the sadness of the crescent moon. Perhaps, in a previous life, I was a boatman who forgot the pole on the river, boating alone, wearing a hat, and ferrying in the world of mortals. Pick up a touch of petals, and from then on, Xiaoxiang Xie, the bell is endless. ...
Perhaps, your past life was a shadow of a red cloud. In the dark sky, you walked through the smoke trail of desolate dew. When you were lost, you returned to the gentle Shui Xin of the Buddha and listened to the merciful voice from the gods. Perhaps, in my previous life, I was a crystal tear, which slipped from the Buddha's eye of Hanshan Temple to prosperity. In the season of flying all over the sky, it condenses into acacia dew on withered petals, but it can't wake up the sleeping elves, so it has to melt quietly in the morning.
If you are the breeze in Shan Ye, I am the grass awakened by you. If you are a cloud in the sky, I am a raindrop brewing in the cloud.
If you are a clear stream in the field, I will be a fish swimming in the stream. To the extreme, you are the embodiment of everything, and I will still hug you tightly, just because you have me and I will be with you in this life!
Buddha said: In previous lives, you were a lotus planted by myself. All the other lotus flowers are in bloom, only you, until withered, failed to show your beautiful face in front of my eyes.
I said: in a previous life, you were in my eyes; In this life, you are under my care; In the afterlife, you are my flesh and blood.
Third, the agreement
When you and I met and looked at each other, I was thinking, how did you and I make a previous life agreement?
Is it also an afternoon, a winter without snow, in that gorgeous fireworks, we made a wish for each other? Is there such warmth and passion that I am moved by your emotional singing? Are you shining with such firm eyes that you can't tolerate my weakness? Has the heart ever approached because of some kind of sadness, approached? ...
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. I asked Buddha Zu: What does this mean? The Buddha is silent, and the Buddha is quiet inside. Buddha, do you have love? The Buddha smiled, extremely kind, and that smile was as bottomless as the sea that contained all rivers.
But I do, but I never make a promise to anyone easily, because this persistence makes my heart ache in loneliness. Accompanied by long, elegant and leisurely. Ice strings are thin fingers, and the mind is dark. Ayaka Building, Join hands with Shuangxian. Love outside the window, long autumn water. Looking forward to ten years of crossing, a hundred years of pillow, and a thousand years of fate. However, the moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows. Liang Zhu has become a butterfly that has long since disappeared, and she once embraced and danced with her. The gorgeous and romantic love boat has long been sleeping at the bottom of the cold North Atlantic. I envy them, because life and death are the eternal happiness of the world. There are a lot of love in the secular world that people can't let go for a long time.
An encounter in this life will inevitably breed too many sweet or painful memories of previous lives. 110 million ideas, every bit of you. Even if you don't love me at this time, how can I not be grateful? Swallows fly wing to wing, violets are attached. Give a lifetime and be happy. Thanks to the old man, the red line has to be pulled. Promote love, career and life.
Fourth, what is fate?
Buddha said: all hair is born by fate, all by fate! Accidental meeting, suddenly looking back, doomed each other's lives, just for the moment of looking at each other.
The poem was written by Shan Juan, and the lyrics were Qiu Lian. I like banyan trees, and the books are very elegant. There are two feelings when the fragrant plum is exhausted. Take proof, take flexion as the medium and words as the life.
Faint bamboo, pulse red lotus. Deep in the courtyard, the rhyme is full of joy. Hand in hand before flowers, hand in hand with eyes. In Tao's eyes, love, love in Chinese, language in Chinese.
You said: On the side is the crystal snow of high school students in the mountains and the lonely forest of fairies on earth. I said: Fate is looking for her in the crowd, but that person is in the dim light. You said: Fate is doomed even in two of a kind. I said: the fate is helpless, and Yan's return is deja vu.
The morning bell rings at dusk and the sun is moving. Afraid of leaning against the window and hooking the strings alone. Go to Lanzhou, stay away from the red chamber, be afraid of the cold, and have light sleeves. In the blooming dream, the moon is hidden in the mountains. Chinese New Year has passed, chasing waves. If light and shadow flow, it is too uncertain and too hasty.
I said: Fate is that joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every window is dripping until dawn. Fate is endless yearning. And I, proudly standing in the desert, quietly watching it come and go.
Buddha said: everyone has a plan for what they see and encounter, and everything is fate. It's all providence.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) This life
I am leaning against a mirage, breathing the wind of a thousand years. I saw a lotus sleeping on the cross section of my heart. Buddha said: You have to wait quietly, waiting for the moment when the flowers bloom, waiting for the wind to blow through the calyx, in order to awaken the dreams planted in previous lives. So I sincerely pray that you, with the softest smile, are full of vicissitudes.
I was walking along the path when an unknown wild flower stopped me to stare. Is it because of a flower seed unintentionally left in previous lives that I met you on the roadside in this life? But this flower just blooms quietly, as if this is the whole of its life. I walked through the mountains, and the towering peaks made me familiar and inexplicable. Is this my former residence in my last life, and that's why I'm haunted in my life? But the mountain is still as quiet as it was a thousand years ago, as if to say that the world is just like this, and everything is empty, not the wind, but the heart!
I walked across the ocean, and the turbulent ocean made me excited and kind. Is this my honest home in my last life, so I can't give up my hometown in this life? However, the ocean shows a rare calm face, without a vortex, like a mirror, as if to let the past go, why always let it stay in my heart?
I finally waded through mountains and rivers and appeared in front of you from the internet. I approached you, and your words and deeds, your smiles, all moved me so much. Have I always loved you so much in my last life that I can't help myself, so I still have the mood in my life? And you, too, are so silent, I just found that there is nothing to look back at when I break away from my clenched hand in a hurry. Maybe it's our fate, too shallow and too shallow! I see, maybe the meeting in this life is a gift from heaven, maybe the fate of our previous lives has been doomed, and this life, I am just a passer-by in your life!
A drop of crystal tears, endless sadness and endless heartbreak will all turn into ashes on earth. Who will laugh and laugh, who will leave his tears in my story?
Buddha said: 500 years ago, we became attached to each other, and previous lives were destined to be different from today. I kneel: If not today, what day will it be?
I decided to go up the mountain, spend the whole day thinking about you wholeheartedly, and then forget all about it when I go down the mountain. So I miss you when I see Sakyamuni, I miss you when I see eighteen arhats, I miss you when I see Guanyin with a thousand hands, and I hope to find a magic weapon that will make you love me forever, instead of finally leaving. Your deep feelings in your mind at first have repeatedly proved that you have given me the warmest feeling in the world. I sigh. You ask me why I always sigh. Oh, don't blame my concern, don't blame me for being inseparable, and don't blame me for watching it thousands of times for a cold glance. Can you listen carefully to my heart's concern: you and I have only met five times in my life. If we don't look back 500 times, how can I see you in the afterlife?
Buddha said: all kinds of things in this life are the cause and effect of previous lives. So what was your fate in your previous life when you and I met?
Sixth, cherish the fate.
Morning bell and dusk drum, the first snow falls and melts. Everything in the world is like this, from scratch.
I said: I want to forget. Buddha said: forgetting doesn't mean it never existed. Everything comes from choice, not deliberate. Let go. The more you put it, the more you feel you have it.
As the saying goes, all beings have no self, and their emotions follow. What is joy? Gain and loss follow fate. All sadness and happiness come from the heart. When there is love and hate in your heart, your eyes must be an upside-down world. After the calm, it is not nothing. In fact, what is there? It's just a different perspective Although the truth is right, it is difficult to do it. No matter how broken the heart is, no matter how old the wound is, people still insist on repairing it and refuse to throw it away.
I began to try to get rid of all the doubts and resentment that blinded the essence of beauty. It is difficult to do this, which is tantamount to giving up the whole love. Gradually, I found that only by letting go of this relationship and staying out of it, can I strip all your good memories from it, instead of using all my bad moods to kill my once happiness, even if there is Qian Qian's endless pain. After all, you brought me the most beautiful mood.
Then the brilliant glory of the world shone in front of me again, and I finally understood that the Buddha said that you loved me, at least once. When there is love in your heart, then glory is a smile. When you have scenery in your heart, then glory is beauty. I can go wherever I want. Glory comes from everything that is beautiful or once beautiful in my heart. In short, I can't give up, so I willingly endure the instant darkness when my glory is covered.
Buddha asked: Have you forgotten? I said no, forget it. Keep it nice, forget the sorrow. You said that everything comes from choice.
The Buddha smiled happily, and the Buddha has been smiling happily for thousands of years.
It is said that life is like a dream because life has an unknowable future; It is said that dreams are like life because there is a dream to have a desire for life. Predestined acquaintance, like the sound of spring flowers, is sweet and crisp.
Destined parting, like dew in the morning, is calm and beautiful. Love is not so much a fate as a coincidence that leaves good memories. That coincidence made Xia Zi flash through the clouds at night.
Buddha said: Laugh without complaining. Leisure, carefree, casual, casual. Just a hundred years later, a flower blooms, and life is doomed to change.
On the day of parting a hundred years ago, we failed to keep time, so we had to seal our love in our hearts and look forward to falling in love again in the afterlife. Even if the world has been forgotten forever, our hearts will remain the same, no matter how many times life goes backwards.