Walking alone - alone, I wander alone, happy or lonely. The green lantern scroll, the long sigh in front of the Buddha, seems to be doomed to the loneliness of a sad life. Amitabha, Amitabha, was originally a meditation Buddha language, but it can be recited and recited, full of concern. I think I can't let go of this mortal world after all. Sichun, I am obsessed in my dreams, there is you, only you. I Qing Xiu, meeting you is the fetters of my life after all. Foye! Foye! I'm not a devout Buddha after all. In the middle of the night, no one at night, whispering in the middle of the night, I think I will finally be locked by you. Whispering in the ear, whispering and whispering.

Whispering and whispering - I am tied to you in a leaf of time, I love without regrets, I don't admire the sky and clouds, and I don't envy the luxury of peonies. In the endless river of life, we cherish each other and rely on each other in this prosperous world. In this place where the fireflies fly, a heart fragrance is long, and the sun and the moon are long. Live in each other's hearts, brew honey bit by bit of happiness, and nourish my eyes. I'll hold you with red sleeves and dance lightly, and the butterflies and birds will nod. The gentle breeze blowing in your voice, and the lotus rhyme of your delicate smile moistens your lungs. The fragrance of your heart flows into a mirage, drunk me, drunk non-stop time. I just want to be a fool and float by your side. Let your spring heart ripple, day and night by my side like water, flowing years.

Like a year of water - so fast and so slow, your pretty figure makes us chase a lifetime, never dying. Life is like water, and you don't know where to go. In fact, I also know the end, but things are not people, so you and I have passed through the times. Time makes us confused, but it also makes us grow. Greedy for a prosperous life, after all, it is just a dream. The good and the bad, the happy and the unhappy, are all masterpieces that flow like water. In a hurry, in a hurry, we want to follow closely and find the desired destination. It's a pity that we end up getting lost in this drunken red dust, sinking, and faltering.

Faltering - young and frivolous, down-and-out and generous, we are growing up after all. Whether happy or tragic, life is full of variety, we have to experience it after all, just like fate, it is impossible to escape. Sometimes, we stop at the beginning, sometimes we go with the flow, and in the end we sink little by little in this world. Actors, we may be. We chase, we get lost, we miss, we are lonely. The people around us were discarded by us, replaced by batch after batch, and we laughed and suffered. Finally, there are only so many years. We are old, a person curled up at the head of the bed, the red dust is rolling, after all, it is prosperous like a dream, we are wrong after all!

Prosperity is like a dream - the cold time is gone in ashes, and the next time we meet, it is the reincarnation of several lifetimes. Everything changes with fate, and it is written in the dark. We are so small that we have to rise and fall. Life is our mission and curse, and we have to carry it for the rest of our lives. Prosperity is like a dream, there is no basis, where in the world to ask amorous. No matter how beautiful and sad it is, it all constitutes this naked reality. We are actors, acting out our own stories, but we can't grasp the ending. When we suddenly look back, we find that love is like a cloud of smoke, flowing away like water, leaving no trace, but what we can do is a sound of greed and joy, and eventually become the way out of life.

A sound of greed - it seems to be like a dream, that is, a sweet dream. As the years passed, I couldn't see the end of my long-awaited fate. Sometimes a person, sometimes someone else, comes and goes, and is tricked by fate like this, greedy for a bumpy life. I met and left, over and over again, back and forth, and so on step by step. I don't know that we are guests in my dreams, we don't know how to return, but we rely on each other. In the end, it is a blessing, but also fate, gradually drifting away, hiding in the middle of the night. Return, return, bit by bit, converge into the Tuya red dust we are looking forward to.

Tuya Hongchen - You are like a blooming lotus, the wind and frost have not eroded, and the season of blooming green. I would like to be an infatuated fish, day and night, shuttling between the smiles of your flowers and leaves. In my memory, in my previous life, you were Lian'er and I was a fish. Waiting obsessively, with affection, it is like this. On the side of the red dust, attached to your lightness, the sound of the years is still the same, I don't care at all, I don't care what the ending is, let alone ask about the past that comes and goes, I think I just put my love for you deeply, so linger on you gradually getting older, accompany you in this life, and never want to leave.

Drunk and lying free - creation makes people, when I meet you, whether it is fate or calamity, I don't care. Now that you have met it, why bother to sigh and miss this marriage in this world. Red dust is like a dream, I know that this reckless world will dissipate to the ends of the earth in a blink of an eye, but now with you, it is enough. During your days, I was like a happy deer, my heart pounding and rhythmless. Meeting you is the greatest gift that the Buddha has given me. With you by my side, no matter how sad and bitter, no matter how cold and helpless, I am here, my thoughts. Regardless of the past life, no matter the future life, when I meet you in this life, hand in hand, it is my leisure!

PS: In life, if you write on the water, the second pen has not been written, and the first pen has disappeared without a trace. The experience of life is a poem written on the water, and the promise of love is an article written on the water, which always flows away silently, and we only have helplessness. In the turbulent waves and the whirlpool that is slow and rapid, do people who go straight down the river occasionally raise their heads and find themselves like a word on the water? People tend to expect to stay in that moment of happiness, and often those are unrealistic, and some people sink there because of failure, and they are juxtaposed with failure, but they double their suffering. We have all hesitated, helpless, hesitant, sad, painful, if we write them on the water, they will pass with time, often a person your failure, ups and downs are a wealth of your life, when you fail to stand up again, and then think back to the days when the disaster is not alone, you will feel that those days are a harvest of your life. And you, you are the strength of my standing, thank you for being there. It's good to have you!