Lu Yan smiled a little in surprise: "When will you also chant poetry? It just so happens that I still have a poem, for the rest of my life, the wind and snow are you, the plain is you, the poverty is you, the glory is you, the tenderness in the heart is you, and the eyes are also you." Before I met you, I had a lot of requirements for the future, but after meeting you, I only asked that you like someone is really good, every day with her even the cold wind has become gentle and warm, as if everything in the world has become soft after her baptism, and because of this person, you have begun to indulge in attachment to the world, and your heart loves it very much. I don't know if you feel this way? When you are just with someone, you want to hold her hand and walk in this noisy world, although there are people around you, but you can only see the attachment to him in your eyes, and the tenderness in your eyes, from the moment you meet him, only blooms for him. Sometimes it seems that there is really no special reason to like someone, that is, involuntarily, and without permission, so unauthorized so rampant to like you very much. ”

Lan Sha smiled: " You don't have enough poetry today, yes, yes, I read a poem that is like this, Jun Yan galloped on the battlefield in the future, fresh clothes and angry horses were dripping, in order to raise me a few brocade flaws and then find you can not lose your mind to listen to the pipa, pity the sound of the rhythm of the word press, joy and sorrow are no difference, Jun Yan for me to block the wind and sand in the world, sleep night poems and paintings, a total of hoar frost full of hair, after the floating world disturbances to kill the horseshoe step, the dumb only know the empty comparison, in the past all kinds of false Jun Yan for me to abandon the world of the world, pillow Huan yarn green silk couch, a roll of snow and moon wind and flowers later once like that eye prosperous, this last year and the month have stopped, laugh at me was too stupid Jun Yan was willing to stay with the ancient temple in his lifetime, drink a bitter mustard tea alone, The book is a half-life story, and then the country is broken, I can't help but worry, read the red line of the year, and I know that he has already had someone's home, I think this is very well written, very tasteful. ”

Lu Yan rubbed Lan Sha's head and said with a smile: "You stupid, look at what the last sentence is, this is a sad sentence, there are already people who have a family and what do you love or not, you can only hide it in your heart and live all your life." ”

Lan Sha pouted: "Of course I don't understand, no, you're tireless and I'm tired, from now on you're talking to me and you're a bad person, hum!"

If the Buddha's life is only as first seen, how can he be half a cup of tea, and only ten years have passed after drinking, and only the past is amazing in the story. If the Buddha is pitiful in all the dust, how can he miss it so much, but he can't shed tears in Chang'an, and there is only desolation left in the story. If the Buddha has swords in the rivers and lakes, how can he be in love with grievances, but he will not be cold, and there will only be a night rain in front of the steps in the story. If the Buddha is a slow wolf smoke in the desert, how can it be stained with blood in the sea of clouds, and the return is only the general's liver and gallbladder, and only the bright moon and Tianshan are left in the story. If the Buddha is the only smiling face in the thatched house, how can it linger day and night, pick up the lamp but the dream of another country is remnant, and only the old man sighs in the story. If the Buddha is silent in the court, how can he sit firmly in Jinluan, flattery is only a few words, and only the palace wall is cold and warm in the story. If the Buddha is full of Nine Heavens Sheng's songs, how can he linger infatuatedly, the falling flowers are just a bit greedy, and there is only a dream of Nanke in the story. If the Buddha is not in trouble in the Spring and Autumn Period, how can he fight in the heroes, the wind and rain are not the expectations of the dynasty, and only the barbarism is left in the story. If the Buddha is flattened by the railings of ancient and modern times, how can the mountains and rivers be messy, looking back at the king He Huan, there is only white bones and frost left in the story.

Forget it, let's listen to the Buddha, I can only be helpless. As the saying goes, learn to swallow all the disappointments and you will go longer and farther.

I used to be young and vigorous, and I felt that I was in this life. Either surprise all beings, and everyone in the world will envy me. Either they are insane, cruel and cruel and afraid of me. In this life, I will not be resigned to mediocrity......

It's not an exaggeration to think that he is crazy, but at this time, it has become a story that is about to be penetrated, and it is a sorrow that is about to be chewed up. You've seen all my madness blatant and blatant, and it's a shame you've never heard my whispers. Staying up late is not only a poison in the body, but also a spiritual uniqueness. When the soul has nowhere to rest, it can only wander in the night. In this affectionate and changeable world, live shallow and numb.

At this time, I have experienced the peaks and troughs of life, some feelings have gone with the flow and faded, some acquaintances have been caught off guard and deepened, some things have been forgotten with the encounter, and some people have taken root in their hearts and loved.

I have seen and heard the words left by the general, I will die, and it is still half an hour away. I will be buried with the withered flowers, and the ants will mourn for me, and I will be corrupted half of my flesh and half of it for the hungry wolves and tigers. I will be surrounded by a light breeze, as if I was going to bliss, and I will wipe away the tears from my eyelashes and moisten a tree with it. I'm going to come back to life, and it's a moment away. The flower is blown down by the wind, and the ants carry it away. The wolf and the tiger sniffed, and then walked away disdainfully. I'm going to fall into samsara – I'm going to be in samsara, in every moment.

In addition to the strength of this body and the invincible skill of the world, it can only be said that there are many helplessness in this life, a lonely lamp until dawn, and a long letter with half a long letter. The two cold plums are adorned with stump branches, but the snow is late at the beginning of this year. After drinking all three bottles of green leaf wine, it is difficult to stay after all the flowers. Temporarily stay in the shop to get drunk, and count how long it will be when you will leave the person. Amazing dreams at noon, where can I hear the sound of apes. The six sighs of the floating life are shallow, and they do not envy the immortals in the sky. It was the night of July 7 again, and the moon was shining with new snow. Where to find the heart of the eight wildernesses, the deep affection does not reduce the sigh of Sijun. Kyushu Sauvignon Blanc, the dust of the previous life is here. It's a pity that nine out of ten things are empty, and I'd rather be drunk in the fragrant bush. A hundred years of life is too short, and the moon is full of jade. I don't want to leave a name for eternity, but I hope that this life will be a king. Even though the spring and autumn are chaotic, the book has to be lovesick.

But.

You have to live proudly. You must have the confidence to be invincible and have the courage to face the world. You want to live like a boat with peace and fear.

You have to endure deception, loneliness, betrayal, perfunctory, blows, and shine.

You can have nothing, but you have to have a proud heart and a sex that doesn't bow your head.

Time, all things have, empty, all things have, all things are unavoidable, and then one of the ways is unfathomable, I can also think about the way of thinking, if I think about the way of time, then it will pass, time is short, sigh. I know that I have surpassed the people of this world, but how can I think? I only think, if the day, someone sees me talking wildly, laughing, feeling, thinking, fearing, Buddha, and I can also. Therefore, I write down the things, first pass on myself, write more, but not necessary, do not change a word, leave it to future generations to change, if I have no descendants, then wait for the fate of the people to see the hole, if not, the number of Hengsha River, the end of the dry bones. Thinking of it, I wrote a piece of flying light to remember my thoughts.

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