On the bank of the Langhuan River, the lights and shadows are shining. The long flowing water spread over the wind and moon, and was finally captured by Acacia and scattered in the dust.

Humanity flows for a long time, and what flows is nothing more than the incomprehensible lovesickness.

Standing quietly on the riverside, men and women, old and young, all folded their hands, their eyes slightly closed, with the most pious trace of faith, through the only residual light between their eyes, looking into the distance.

There are all kinds of people who put the lanterns, and the thoughts brought by the Langhuan River are different. There are three or two women who hope that their husbands will return early from a long journey, and there are a group of women who mourn their relatives who have returned to the dust. There are also young men and girls who pray to find their lovers as soon as possible.

Flowing water returns to thought, and thoughts fall to Langhuan.

On this day, all living beings are equal, regardless of the Six Realms, all are contemplation.

Life and death are separated, and demons have different paths, as long as they put this meditation lamp, they will no longer be separated.

On the side of the sunken boat, the meditation lantern boat full of thousands of flowers in the world held two four-way meditation lanterns and slowly entered the middle of the Langhuan River. The surrounding fireflies are long, leading to the dark cave and the underworld, as if it has changed its scene, and it has become the Lethe River of the underworld.

The appearance of the meditation lamp is different, a few seem to be pocket canopy boats, the square rules are common, and the most common is like a blooming flower, especially the lotus lamp.

The lotus is the Buddha's thing, and I am the sand gate, in the turbid world, when it is like a lotus, not polluted.

Children frolicking on the riverside, if you want to say that this is as bright and clean as a child's state of mind, it belongs to the lotus.

Thousands of lotus lights flickered on and off, and they seemed to be dotted with stars on the Langhuan water. It is like the river Lethe that glows with a dim yellow light in the underworld, flowing quietly.

"Mother, have you ever seen Lethe?" Suddenly, a childish child's voice came out, it was a little girl wearing linen clothes and two black pigtails, five or six years old, and the snow plum embroidered on the linen clothes was lifelike.

"Mei'er, how could my mother have seen Lethe?" The woman next to the little girl was dressed in plain white, with a white cloth belt wrapped around her hair bun, and she was fluttering, presumably, someone in the family had just passed away.

"However, Mei'er dreamed of her father last night. Dad said that he was on the banks of the Lethe River. The little girl had a pair of big clear eyes, and her gaze was bright.

The woman lowered her eyes, but kindly stroked the little girl's head, and said nothing, her thoughts flowed into the distance with the river lantern in the distance.

"Lethe?"

Hongli didn't want to hear the conversation between the two mothers and daughters, but the girl's voice was innocent and lovely, like a silver bell, and she inadvertently paid attention to it.

The river lights are shining, and she is full of dazzling colors. Su Yan looked at the face of the beauty in front of him, took away the affection in his eyes, and replied to her: "Lethe River, it is the river that divides the Yellow Spring and the Hades." It is said that if you drink Lethe water, you can forget the rights and wrongs of the world. ”

"How do you know everything?"

"It's just hearsay, who has really seen Wanchuan, if they have really seen it, then they can't stand here and talk alive. ”

Su Yan's words were full of indulgence, and he patiently explained to Hongli.

I only heard a soft shh from the side, followed by a staring eye.

Su Yan was unhappy in his heart, how could this Yuezhuo be so arrogant even if he lost his memory. He just said a few words to his little apprentice, was it necessary?

What's more, it was clear that she forgot her first, and she didn't allow others to get close to her?

Yuezhuo's thoughts are bored at the moment, and her heart is still entangled like thousands of threads, and she has no intention of appreciating this river lantern.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and this morning I got up early with the Qing family to make this river lamp, and the oil paper was folded back in every way, but no trace was left. The bamboo bones are settled, the paste is connected, and the process seems cumbersome but simple and clear.

So, what about his mind at the moment? It has been folded back and forth thousands of times like this oily paper, will it be settled simply and clearly one day?

On the one hand, there is the smile of Hongli and Su Yan, and on the other hand, the Qingying family is happy with the door, but he is himself, like an outsider.

Yuezhuo put her hands in the wide sleeves on the opposite side, leaned against the railing and stared at one side, and then closed her eyes and stared.

The familiar footsteps caught his ears, his eyes opened slightly, and after seeing the man, the joy on his brow faded again.

It was Qingying.

He glanced at the two people beside him weakly, and Qing Ying saw it through only a second of mourning.

The two of them stood still for a long time, only to hear Qingying return to the same pleasant color as when they first saw her, "Look, how is the River Lantern Festival in our Jiangcheng held?"

Yuezhuo whispered back to her, "It's good." ”

"The River Lantern Festival is the Midyear Festival, which was originally a festival of sorrow, but it gradually evolved into a celebration for the whole city. Let this thought no longer be sorrowful, but the most pious voice in everyone's heart. ”

Qingying said, then held up a lotus lamp and stretched it out in front of Yuezhuo.

"I saw that you had something on your mind this morning, and if you didn't make this lamp, I made one for you by the way. Qingying looked away, for fear that Yuezhuo would see through the thoughts in her eyes, "It's just incidental." ”

She emphasized, then took out the wolf pen behind her and handed it to him.

"I got this Langhuan River water, and although I couldn't see it clearly on the oil paper, there were some marks. She sneered.

Yuezhuo hesitated for a long time, and did not move.

What is the use of the pen for him?

What to write?

He glanced at the two of them, and actually wrote happily.

Yuezhuo's heart sank, like a boulder falling into the water, and there was a thud.

snatched the wolf hair from Qingying's hand, waved his hand and wrote down four big characters - begging for the past.

After putting pen to paper, even he himself was in disbelief and dumbfounded.

What did you just write?

What did the hand holding the pen write on this river lamp?

Just when Yuezhuo was still doubting all kinds of things about his talents, he only heard Qingying sneer.

"You finally spoke the words of your heart. ”

Qingying's eyes are his appearance, handsome as the moon, and full of spirit. And in Yuezhuo's eyes, her appearance was reflected, but it was the figure of another woman.

Well, she knew so.

"After putting this lantern on the river, rest for another night, and tomorrow you can set off with your companions. ”

Qingying's words are sour, but also with a sense of relief. She took out a bag of heavy weight from her waist and stuffed it into Yuezhuo's hand.

"This is what I secretly scraped together and earned by selling tofu. ”

With that, she smiled like a breeze, and her shadow faded into the crowd and faded in the moonlight.

Yuezhuo's heart is rippling at the moment, looking at the lotus lamp, the warmth in his eyes is dissipated into the wind.

I see.

The river lamp made of oily paper is lightly printed with four big characters "mouth", "begging", "unitary" and "past", which are weathered and faded from the outline of the characters, but you can still see the general appearance.

The wick in the river lamp is swaying, and when the wind blows, it shines even more clearly.

So just now, he wrote it according to this mark?

There was a square river lamp floating by the river, fluorescent and flickering, and two rows of poems were written.

"Sijun is like flowing water, how can there be poverty. ”

It should be the friendship of which Sijun's woman.

Another miniature awning boat came down the river and landed at Qingying's feet.

Qingying stopped and leaned over, stood up lightly, and shook the water stains on the hull. The words on the hull caught her eye.

"There is no beginning, but there is an end. ”

Her heart palpitated, wasn't that what she was talking about?

There is no beginning, and there is an end. It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, but she encountered a good beginning, but she failed to start and finish well.

Returning to thought, Lang Huan returning to thinking.

People don't have the beginning, and they want to end up.

Neither thick nor thin, think about it when you want to see it.