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I was as naïve as you are

In Buddhism, it is said that there are three stages of a person's enlightenment: "penetration, letting go, and being at ease." ”

Indeed, one has to let go in order to be at ease.

I asked the Buddha: Why is it that I am always given the greatest test and the greatest torture at the most critical moment in my life?

The Buddha said: Life is to pass, leave some memory

I asked the Buddha why every time I was frustrated, it was when I was most tormented

The Buddha said: When people are suffering, they always miss out on a lot of true beauty

I asked the Buddha, "How long will it be before I can continue my original journey and fulfill the dream in my heart."

The Buddha said: Don't just stare at this dream and miss out on life

Life is like this, pain and happiness are always intertwined.

Tsing Yi is a student in the first year of high school in Zhejiang, Zhejiang is a big province in the reform of the high school system, and in the second year of high school, he will have to take a key academic examination in his life.

Time is so precious, I really can't afford to delay, so I can only put down the novel at hand for the time being and devote myself to my studies.

For this novel, Tsing Yi racked his brains, condensed a lot of painstaking efforts, read many famous books, many refutations, and corrected many historical figures.

Originally, there were still many characters to be corrected, such as Ran Min, Li Bai, Yue Fei, Yang Yuhuan, Xiang Yu, Chang Mao, Gao Gao and so on.

It's a pity that time always likes to play tricks on people.

I also like literature and art, and I always like to intersperse love and hatred in novels, interspersed with martial arts painting style, and then it inexplicably becomes what everyone calls nondescript and abusive texts.

Maybe it's jealousy, but I've always hated those pretentious writers, who put their shelves high and high, and like to make a mess of the novel.

I like to joke with readers, play Glory of Kings together, and I also like to argue history with readers, sometimes even pinching.

Although I don't like the author of the bronze swordsman, I still have to thank him for his early support, as well as the return of Tang Yan, the author of ***, Teng Luo, the author of the starting point, and so on......

Here, I really want to say goodbye, but this is only a short goodbye, and I believe that one day, I will soar again in the blue sky, and I will see the stars that have been shining for me.

Finally, it ends with a poem by the most beautiful lover in the world, Cangyang Gyatso.

On that day,

I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall,

Suddenly I heard the truth of your chant;

That month,

I shake all the prayer cylinders,

Not for excess,

Just to touch your fingertips;

That year,

Kowtowing on the mountain road,

Not for the sake of an audience,

Just to stick to your warmth;

In that life,

Turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda,

Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife,

Just to see you on the way

That month,

I turned all the warp cylinders lightly,

Not for excess, just to touch your fingerprints;

That year, I kowtowed to embrace the dust,

Not for the Buddha, just for your warmth;

In that life, I searched a hundred thousand mountains,

Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife, but only for the road to meet you;

It's just that, that night, I forgot everything,

Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,

Just for the rose that wept before the Buddha,

It has long lost its lustre

(To be continued (^_^)/~~) (To be continued.) )