The scholar was dozing off with a book. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info admirers of him say, you see, he worked hard, he fell asleep and still held the book. Those who do not admire him say, "You see, how lazy he is, and he falls asleep as soon as he holds a book."

The person who sees it is different, and the scholar is not the scholar.

When you love him, his shortcomings are all advantages, and if you don't love him anymore, his strengths become weaknesses. If you look at it differently, he's not him anymore. When I hold hands with someone, I think it will be a lifetime together. When I came back from a long period of heart, I was surprised to find that although we were so familiar with each other, we didn't even have the desire to talk to each other.

Yes, watching from the sidelines, each other has unknowingly become a river. And Hechuan will always feel that the other party is walking on this bridge.

There's a Buddhist story.

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who made an appointment with his fiancée to get married on a certain day, month, and year. On that day, the fiancée married someone else. The scholar was hit by this and could not afford to fall ill.

At this time, a monk passing by Fang took out a mirror from his bosom and asked the scholar to look at it......

The scholar saw the vast sea, and a murdered woman was lying naked on the beach. Passing by a person, he took a look, shook his head, and left. Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's corpse, and left. One more person passed by, went over, dug a pit, and carefully buried the body.

The monk explained that the corpse of the woman on the beach was your fiancée's past life. You are the second person to pass by, and she once gave him a dress, and she fell in love with you in this life, just to return the favor to you. But in the end, she has to repay the person for the rest of her life, the last person to bury her, and that person is his current husband. The scholar was enlightened.

In your previous life, who buried you?

Jin Yuelin found Lin Huiyin. He used his life of loneliness to repay Lin, the person who buried him in his previous life.

Who did Xu Zhimo find?"I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people, and I am fortunate to get it; So much for. This is what he said when he pursued Lu Xiaoman. He walked away from Lin Huiyin's side gently, just as he came gently, he waved his hand gently, and did not take away a cloud beside Lin. In order to meet Lu's extravagant life, he frequently traveled back and forth between the north and the south to teach, and in the blue sky, he returned his 34-year-old life to Lu Xiaoman, who buried him in his previous life.

People hurried across the bridge. Meng Po said: "Those who travel, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to quench their thirst." The thirsty man drank in a hurry.

As a result, the person who buried them in their previous life gradually blurred in their minds. They began to look around in fear, trying in vain to find the love of this life in the vast sea of people.

"The crowd looked for it thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light. "Actually, when you hold his hand, it is the residual memory of your previous life that reminds you, and the person who buried you in your previous life is the lover who is close to you.

Admire the dozing scholar. He's really working hard, you see, he's asleep with a book.

The sea under the moonlight, shimmering waves. My friend said, "Wuji, go and see the sea under the moonlight with your lover, in the deepest part of the sea, maybe there are memories of your past life."

I smiled softly in front of the screen. Isn't the old spirit on the Sansheng Stone really a beautiful legend? With the lover who buried me in my previous life, hand in hand on the silver beach, it should be the most perfect kind of happiness in this life.

I walked over the bridge. Meng Po said: "Those who travel, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to quench their thirst." ”

No, no, no, I don't drink, I'd rather endure the torment of flooding and fire by the Lechuan River, and I must also remember: in my previous life, who buried me......

PS: When I was in college, I didn't know if it was a competition or a hobby to read aloud, but I read this essay on the podium in the classroom. I didn't expect to search for this article on the Internet again more than ten years later. In my previous life, who buried me?