Chapter 290: Killing Pays for Life, Justified (6)

There is love in love, where is not spring in life, there is sunshine in the heart, people who love, no matter where they go, will not be afraid of the dark, let the peach source exist in the heart, there will always be a wisp of flower fragrance on the body, let love be planted in the heart, there will always be a piece of sunshine around you, keep a volume of understanding after the years, there will always be clouds and light breezes around you, life will always have a beautiful legend, life is always like this, think you lose, you may be on the way to come, you think you have, you may be on the way to go, remove the fog of emotions, always just passing by, the world is too big, People are too small, after a while, always want to see a landscape, because it has been unforgettable, think of a person, will always shed tears, because it has been integrated into the feelings, when I look back, I finally found that at the corner of life, stayed in a love, this love, has warmed life, tell yourself that happiness is the most beautiful, happy is the best, life love is very simple, life is very difficult, love will always be how far, love will be very long and how long, love to the other side of the world, love but life is long. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In my previous life, I was a love flower. Open only in your heart,

Just to get to know you. The cycle of the four seasons will open up winter and summer for you, and you will go through spring and autumn. The jacaranda rain falls, send you a blessing, and hope you are well in your life.

The mountains and rivers bury the acacia for you, and accompany you to get drunk for years. Love flowers for a lifetime, plant a madness, in exchange for a marriage in the next life.

In this life, I am an orchid. Open in your memory, awaken the warmth of your past life.

In the past life, the fate of the dust is not over; In this life, there is a continuum of affection. Orchid, another life, tenderness as promised, I would like to open on the windowsill, and you for half a life, laughing at the red dust. I wish to spend my time and welcome your warmest look back, not to meet in the city, but to follow each other. Because of you, obsession has become crazy.

One life, one life; Reincarnated twice, finally, in exchange for a happiness with you. So, looking forward to the rest of the days, there can be a dull companionship, which is joy. What I ask is just the simplicity of leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, just looking down on the ordinariness of the rivers and lakes, and just laughing at the calmness of the smoke and rain. For you, draw the ground as a prison, and keep a love alone.

Remember, you said that being together day and night is the most beautiful happiness.

I still remember that you said that watching the flowers fall and listening to the flow of water is the most comfortable companion. Remember, you said that the ends of the earth are the happiest companions.

Beloved, to love you is the greatest happiness. In this life, I don't look forward to the long time, I don't wait for a long time. I always thought that falling in love was eternal; I always thought that the years were lonely and would accompany them forever; I always thought that the earth was barren and I would never say goodbye.

But why, you turned around and forgot about each other in the red dust, leaving me alone in the depths of time empty memories.

But why, you promised me a lifetime of love, but cut off my lifelong love? But why, you left each other's memories in the red, let the years wither, and let the time turn a thousand times. Why? Memories flow through your fingertips, and you never pick them up and store a complete tenderness. Fangcao ruthlessly lost his way home, and when he was sad, he stayed alone, and the smoke and rain broke his bowels. This place of poetry, how to break the parting, for a dusty opportunity.

And who? Who is under Bodhi, the womb is gone.

Whether or not, the infatuation between you and me when we are young is just a fruitless karma. Whether the love between you and me is just an unintentional loss. So, I say goodbye to you silently.

I always think that a flower blooms, and when I meet you, it is a happy inflorescence.

I always thought that in a lifetime of reincarnation, having you is a happy ending. I always thought that when the red candle was lit, the promise would come true for a long time. I always thought that I would join hands with my son and grow old. Later, I realized that it was a fault of time reincarnation, a mistake of the blooming season, and a mistake of incompleteness. So, who can disperse the red dust and wait for the flowering season silently. The moon is gone, and the warmth of the season is lightened. The red dust is lonely, and the tenderness of a lifetime is broken. The water flowed for a long time, and finally, love became pain, lovesickness became sorrow, and parting was the most bitter. Finally, love is like a silk net, and there is nowhere to vent hatred. Finally, there are thousands of knots in the heart, and the knots are emotional sorrows.

Flowers and flowers are blooming all over the sky, who has pity for the red incense? When all the memories are indifferent, when all the good things are lost.

For you, fall into the care of the broken thread. For you, fall into the entanglement of a hundred turns and a thousand turns. A dream, a love, a lifetime of pain. A song of parting, a song of mourning, a love and a hate. How to put aside love and hate, change to a calm dust, and sit down for a long time. The Buddha said that when a thought is pure, the heart is a lotus flower. In the world, is there a sword that can really cut off the thread. Let me be pure from now on, break this relationship, and forget it again. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. Looking forward to it, from now on, there will always be a green lotus in my heart, and I will break off my lovesickness, but I love and hate, and forget the red dust. At night, I wrote a note of acacia, and the fireworks shattered for a season. I know that in this life, you will end up with a dusty death for me.

Three thousand worlds, flashes of light, a few deep feelings, a few red men and green women, and finally adults are strangers! How many oaths have been made in the wind. May the men and women of the earthly world finally gather under the Bodhi tree. Drink Zen tea, read the scriptures, watch the Bodhi flowers fall, and the flowers bloom again. Carry a Zen bag on your back, walk in the dust, make the green mountains a curtain, and the flowing water is the platform. Ferry the red dust, the water is the road, and the lotus is the boat.

A little Lingxi, who did the true love give; A flower hoe, who did you bury with tears? The mottled years record the passing years, and those times that pass by by are from deep to shallow in the words of Que Que Qing. The moonlight is like water, cold and cold, and the bead chain of memory is broken like a dream. Perhaps, in this life, you and I are destined to have a dream journey in this troubled world, without flowers and fruits, without beginning and without end.

The night is exiled in the ethereal music, flowing slowly, the time flows, a season of prosperity, all kinds of Jinse entrusts the strings, the quiet heart, like this music, a little bit of fragmentation of the past memory, different timbres tell different stories, let a thousand styles sway in the night like water, in the music to whirl a life.

Who was in tears in the previous life? The plot of yin and yang errors has been staged for thousands of years and is still repeated. Who weaves a bitter dream with a beautiful lie? And who locks the tenderness of that life with affectionate eyes?

An eternal promise warms a heart. Rolling red dust, the world, how much fate do you have to cultivate when you meet someone and fall in love with someone? An encounter, a turn, and a firework, leaving a faint fragrance of ink and books, that is the deepest wound in my heart.

What kind of instrument should be used to compose this silent love song, the vicissitudes of this life? Your inadvertent, I have written all my life, and when you look back, I have sighed for a lifetime. How to edit this paragraph?

(To be continued.) )