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On the snow-capped mountain, in the ruined temple, under the dim oil lamp, he spread out a blank piece of paper, polished the ink, and lifted the pen, but he didn't know what to write.

He sat dumbfounded, like a lifeless sculpture, and the oil lamp on the table seemed to be soaked in the lonely breath of his body, trembling slightly, casting his thin figure on the mottled wall, thin and desolate, and the dancing flames reflected in his eyes, rippling like ripples like water.

He suddenly dropped his pen, dipped his fingers in ink, and began to draw frantically.

He had done it with the most primitive impulses, the faces, the friends, and he remembered the faces and smiles of each of them, even though he could not remember their names.

Now that they are gone, all that is left for him is endless memories.

He looked down at the jade pendant hanging around his neck, remembering what someone had said to him.

The man said that jade was the most valuable thing in the world, and he didn't believe it. The man said that there are memories hidden in the jade, and some things only happen in a moment, but you have to spend a lifetime recalling them.

At that time, he didn't understand that the person was not talking about jade, but people, but when he really began to understand, that person had been dead for many years.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the raging snowstorm, pausing to gaze into the distance.

The pure snowflakes carried the flawless soul and slowly fell, without a sound, but left countless white tracks in the air, and finally fell on the solemn earth under their feet, returning to nothingness, like the trajectory of a person's life.

Perhaps the process of a person's birth to death is just a snowflake falling in his eyes.

He is destined not to have friends in this life, because everything passes too fast around him, in the blink of an eye, it is the vicissitudes of life, and when he turns around, he is red and dry, and the brocade turns to ashes.

He looked up, and the mountains in front of him were undulating, as if leading to the distant horizon, and a series of black footprints were imprinted on the white ridges, stretching all the way down and disappearing as far as his sight could see.

They were his footprints, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before they would be covered in snow, but someone would always leave some new footprints on them.

"Why? Since I came to this world, why didn't you show me the way, let me guard this secret that even I didn't know, and wait alone for thousands of years? His heart was really cold, so much so that he felt extremely hot when the biting wind and snow hit his face.

He suddenly remembered the man's words.

These are the two extremes of the same path, some people are pursuing immortality, while others are pursuing death.

What's so good about immortality? He has no relatives, no friends, and can only watch his loved ones grow old and die one by one, which is a punishment, the most vicious curse in the world.

He did not make a mistake, so why should he be punished like this?

Gradually, the wind quieted, the snow stopped, the stars gradually poked their heads out of the night sky, he raised his head and looked at the sky, today's starry sky is unusually bright, just like a thousand years ago, he knows that the current starry sky is no longer the starry sky of a thousand years ago, under the traction of the rules, everything in this world is flowing silently, inescapable, irreversible, like a huge wheel, he can't see the rules hidden behind the scenes, just like he can't control his own destiny.

He turned and walked slowly but surely down the mountain through the thick snow.

A sky full of stars crept down behind him.

The oil lamp in the temple was still stubbornly burning, flickering and flickering.

In fact, everyone is a candlestick, all living beings, in this indifferent world, burning the flame of loneliness.

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"He's finally gone,......" The next day, the guru looked at the piece of paper and sighed softly, and the little novice beside him smiled softly, he was genuinely happy for the young man.

Among the people that the little novice knew, he was the most special one. The guru said that this is a person who is older than this snow-capped mountain.

Three years ago, he came to the temple on the snow, and the little novice asked him where he came from and where he was going.

He said, "I come from the beginning of my life and will go to the end of everything in the world."

He is a child forgotten by time, and time rushes past him, but it cannot take away even a speck of dust.

The guru gave him a blank piece of paper and told him that if one day he could write something, he would be able to go into the depths of the snow-capped mountains and see a secret that was the clue to the secret he was keeping, or rather, the key to unlocking everything.

But it was such a simple thing, but it trapped him for three whole years.

Every time the little novice came to see him, the paper was always white, and the man always sat there like a stone statue.

Little Novice liked to look into his eyes very much, not only because he could see his own reflection in his eyes, but also because these eyes were very empty, like a pool of clear spring water, from which there was no desire, not a single bit of earthly fireworks.

The little novice said that this person has no desires and no desires, just like a Buddha.

But the guru said that he was not a Buddha, because the Buddha first picked it up, then saw through it and finally put it down, which is a kind of great realization that sees through everything in the world.

And he didn't pick it up, and he couldn't put it down.

But now he is finally gone, to pursue his destiny, this is a never-ending journey, the little novice also wanted to accompany him, but in his endless life, he is just a hurried passerby, a scattered quicksand.

The little novice did not pray to the Buddha for him, because he was the Buddha in his heart.

Little Novice returned to his room, and he couldn't tell what it was like, but this time he was really gone, leaving nothing behind, and maybe it wouldn't be long before he forgot about himself.

But immediately the little novice was stunned, because he saw a white snow lotus blooming in a pot on the table, which reminded him of a conversation two years ago.

"You're from the outside world, have you ever seen a flower?" The young novice asked him that for the child, who had lived in the temple since birth, the mottled earthen walls, piles of Buddhist scriptures, and the snowy sky were all there was to the world, and that he had only seen the records of flowers in the Buddhist scriptures and the murals in the temple.

He nodded.

"Flowers are beautiful, aren't they?" The little novice asked, his tone full of anticipation.

"It's beautiful, and it's fragile." His cold voice didn't carry any warmth.

"Is it like a dream?"

"Dream ......" This is the first time that the little novice sees confusion in his eyes, and at the same time, he also understands that there is no dream in this person's heart.

The little novice held the snow lotus in his hand and gently rubbed it with his immature cheeks, just like the smiling Buddha with flowers, he still remembered himself after all, and that was enough.

Little Shami thought to himself that maybe a few years later, on a snowy afternoon, he would sit by the warm stove with a felt blanket and hold butter tea to recall this past, and he would definitely regard all this as a beautiful dream he had in his youth......

The beginning and end of dreams, the blooming and withering of flowers, the birth and death of people, the rising and setting of the sun, the birth and annihilation of the world all operate according to a specific rule, all of which are cause and effect.

The Guru said that there will be no end to this person's life, and the search for answers will not stop, but the little novice knows that the Guru is wrong, because nothing in this world can be eternal, and everything will come to an end.

Xiao Shami suddenly remembered that he had seen in a Buddhist scripture that all the worlds were in the wheel of the Buddha's hands, and everything in the world was under the Buddha's gaze.

"Then whose fate is in the hands of the Buddha?" The little novice tilted his head in thought.

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In the heart of the snow-capped mountains, a snowy field where no life can set foot anymore.

He looked ahead, where the mountains and the sky met in the distance, the bloody remnant sun slowly rolled down from the sky and sank into the continuous mountains, at this moment, the absolute warmth and absolute cold blended perfectly, singing a love song of ice and fire, eternal desolation.

A trail of footprints stretched out from behind him, seemingly from the distant sky, and finally returning to the endless ahead.

It won't be long before these footprints are covered in snow, but there will always be new footprints left on them.

In the past, there would always be someone by his side to walk with him, but now he can only walk alone to the end of his fate, to the answer he is seeking.

A person no longer dares to ask for even the company of another person.

He pulled a brass flute from his bosom, put it to his lips, and blew it softly to the tune of his memory.

The snowflakes in the sky are like elves in the last days, dancing wildly, turning and rising between heaven and earth for a long time with the mournful sound of the flute, and finally returning to the void.

A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world?

He suddenly felt so cold, and curled up in a ball in the vast snow.

For a long time, there was only one figure left in the heavens and the earth, and it gradually drifted away......

The mountain that has stood for thousands of years is the true master of this snowy region, and the vigorous mountain wind whistling past him, bringing sighs and greetings from the distant surface of the mountain.

Distant friends, where did you come from and where are you going?

Where is the origin and ultimate of the world?

Why does a person live?

Who knows the answer?