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The beauty smiles at the water, and the sunset is still misty.

The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the autumn of Jincheng.

Looking at the twilight without injury, there is no pond and a kind of seclusion.

As soon as September arrives, there is a bit of autumn, and the air is also a little cool, although the heat is gradually gone, but there is no half of the cold.

Evil Sect, on the cliff, Yin Yi was wrapped in a white fox fur, lying on a dark yellow rattan chair with a pale face, the surface of the rattan chair was smooth, the weaving was exquisite, revealing a sense of simplicity and nature.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Yin Yi and Lu Yuxuan, who was accompanying her, were coated with a layer of golden brilliance, and the two of them looked at the sunset in the distance together in the breeze blowing.

"When I was a child, I once read a story about the past and present lives, although I understood this story, I have never understood the meaning of it", Yin Yi said softly, her voice was soft and a little weak, Lu Yuxuan did not speak, just moved his body lightly and moved closer to her.

After Yin Yi turned his head to look at Lu Yuxuan, who was sitting beside her, he continued to speak:

On the Forget Worry River, there is a green lotus, it is bathed in the quiet Sanskrit singing, quietly blooming in front of the Buddha, the almost static Forget Worry River water is clear and clear, the Buddha said, the Forget Worry River reflects the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world. So, Qinglian often looked at those men and women, laughing, crying, happy, and sad.

"I don't understand why they always laugh less, cry more, be happy less, and be sad more?" Qinglian asked the Buddha.

The Buddha said to Qinglian lovingly: "Life in the world is a kind of cultivation, and only after seeing through the red dust can you achieve enlightenment." ”

"I still don't get it. ”

"You don't need to understand. ”

Day after day, Qinglian is still quietly blooming, listening to the wind, watching the rain, and getting drunk on the moon.

One morning, the faint, cyan, and gentle things gently shrouded the entire Forget Worry River, and I hugged Qinglian lovingly.

"Bad fate, bad fate. ”

Qinglian asked the Buddha, "What is that?" ”

"It's fog. ”

"What is Bad Karma?"

"You'll understand one day. ”

Qinglian quietly looked at the world, day after day, watching so many people reincarnate again and again, repeating the story of their previous lives, it didn't understand why they were unwilling to give up Hongchen when they had a chance in front of them. Year after year, I don't know how many years have passed, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years.

Finally, one day, Qinglian said to the Buddha, "I want to go to the world." ”

Buddha looked at Qinglian lovingly, "Have you really decided?"

Qinglian didn't actually know, she just looked at the Buddha.

The Buddha whispered that the destined fate could not be escaped, and the Buddha held the green lotus in the palm of his hand and sent it into the red dust.

Qinglian became a person, a woman. Her mother told her that in the summer of the year she was born, a lot of lotus buds suddenly appeared in the lotus pond of the big pond in front of the village, and on the morning of her birth, the lotus flowers were all in bloom, so her father named her Hanlian.

Han Lian prefers a faint purple, and she can always remember that when she was in the Forgotten Worry River, she was a faint purple. She often recalls the Sanskrit singing, the breeze, the bamboo, and the bright moon. She often went to the big pond in front of the village in the afternoon to look at the lotus flowers in the pond.

One summer afternoon, Han Lian sat under the willow tree by the pond, and her mother said that the willow tree was five hundred years old, but she knew that it was actually eight hundred years old, and it also knew that she was the green lotus in front of the Buddha, and every time she went, it would talk to her, and she looked at the lotus flowers in the pond, quietly, just as she had when she was slightly blooming.

A breeze blew the hem of her skirt, and when she brushed her hair that blocked her eyes, she looked back and saw him, he was wearing a green shirt, like the fog hundreds of years ago, faint.

When he saw her, the book in her hand fell to the ground, and she forgot to look back at him. It wasn't until the willow gently brushed her arm with its branches that she remembered that her mother had said that a woman should not do this. Han Lian carried the hem of her skirt and hurried away. She was fourteen years old.

Later, when she went to see the lotus again, she often met him, and slowly, she learned his name, Qing.

Slowly, they began to speak, and the first ancient poem he taught her was "The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren is on the water side......"

He often recited, "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, my fair lady, gentleman is good." ......”

Then he chanted over and over again, "I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it, I can't think about it, I think about it, I am leisurely, I toss and turn." Han Lian didn't understand what that meant, but she had the feeling of that early morning, like being embraced by the fog.

Then one day, he looked at the woman in front of him a little nervously, stretched out his hand, and said to her, "Death and life are broad, and the son is happy; ”

Han Lian didn't really understand, she just felt that when that sentence came out, it was like the Buddha usually talking to her. So she knew that this person was chosen by the Buddha for her. So, gently, she put her hand on his. That year, she was sixteen years old and young twenty-two.

Qing said, first start a business, then start a family. Father and mother were very satisfied with him and agreed with him. The two families arranged a wedding wine for them.

Two years later, at the age of eighteen, she married Qing.

Qing has a lot of official business, and he is always working hard to write under the lamp. Han Lian could only bring him a cup of tea and polish ink for him. At this time, Qing always put down the pen in his hand, held her in his arms, and gently called the water lotus, the water lotus in her ear. Mr. Qing likes to call her Water Lotus, saying that it is his Water Lotus. He said she had a faint scent of lotus on her. As everyone knows, she was originally the Qinglian in front of the Buddha.

In those days, she didn't even think about the days before the Buddha.

Hanlian's life was originally very peaceful, but gradually, some people in the village began to talk about her, the reason is that she failed to give Qinglian a child, she felt very strange, she was originally a Qinglian, why should she have a child?

Qing didn't say anything, but she also saw his sigh. She felt that her heart was no longer at peace, and she began to think back to the days when the Buddha had told her that as long as she really gained a person's love, he would come to pick her up, but when was that? She asked Willow if she had ever seen a Buddha, and Willow didn't say anything. She sensed that time was running out for the willows. She had wanted to ask Willow what love was. So she didn't ask.

That day, my mother took her home and didn't say anything. Qing hadn't come back yet, she felt a little strange, and her father just looked at her with a sigh, occasionally calling her name, Han Lian.

She heard the joy of marriage in the village, just as she had when she had married Qing. She thought it was strange, but she didn't ask anything, she said, she wanted to see the lotus, her father told her, remember to come back for dinner, she nodded.

It's not summer, there's nothing in the lotus pond, and the willow trees have aged a lot, senile, this word is something she learned when she came to the world. The color of the sun was strange, red, and the willow tree said, and the red one was sad, and she didn't know what the sadness was. She remembered very well that in that piece of red, the green shirt of the green, the green shirt she sewed for him, became very unclear. He rushed to her side and hugged her tightly, it was strange, Qingqing was usually gentle, but it hurt so much to hug her today.

He shouted over and over again, water lotus, water lotus, my water lotus. She remained motionless in his arms, only feeling her heart beating strangely. From Qing's unclear whispering, she knew that his father and mother wanted to give Qing a concubine because she had not been able to give Qing a child, but Qing was unwilling, so his father and mother said that if she didn't take a concubine, she would divorce her.

Today was the day of the concubine, but he fled. He said that his wife, only her, she listened silently, and had a strange feeling in her heart, and later, Qing did not take a concubine, and his father and mother did not say anything more.

Qing's work is getting more and more, and he often buries his head in the work until late. She still poured him tea and polished ink, and he often held her in his arms and breathed in her taste, but they no longer wrote the lyrics to the poems, and she began to recall the days in the Forget the Sorrow River under the lamplight.

Later, Qing sometimes didn't go home, he began to become haggard, she knew from other people's chatter, the concubine who gave Qing Na last time, was in Qing's father's house, although Qing was not present, but still entered Qing's house.

That day, there was a sudden knock on the door, and she thought it was Qing coming back, so she went out to pick him up. Who knows, it's a woman, very beautiful, wearing a light red shirt. The woman's eyes were also red. As soon as she saw her, a kind of water flowed out of the woman's eyes, and she kept saying, it's you, it's all you, it's you who live in Qingxin, it's always been you, although I haven't seen you, but only you can live in Qingxin. Because of you, I can only be his concubine, because of you, I have been married to him for three years, and he will not even touch me, because of you, all because of you. Why don't you give him a baby? That way, you can cut off my thoughts, and I don't have to have any illusions.

Han Lian couldn't understand, she just watched the water keep flowing out of the woman's eyes, she knew, it was called tears, the woman grabbed her hair, and said repeatedly, but I love him, I love him, I would rather just be his concubine, I can bear him not touching me, but he doesn't even look at me, he doesn't even look at me.

At this time, Qing came back, and he was in a hurry, so he pulled the woman away and held Hanlian in his arms.

Han Lian knew that Qing would accept the nominal concubine for her, he looked at her anxiously, and said repeatedly, Shuilian, my wife is only you, Shuilian, Shuilian.

Hanlian gently stroked Qing's head, let him slowly calm down, Qing's green shirt, or the one she made, she smiled at him slowly, Qing stretched out his hand to her again, and said, "Death and life are broad, and the son is happy;

When she slowly stretched out her hand to him, suddenly a long-awaited Sanskrit chant sounded in her ears, and she knew that the Buddha had come to pick her up. Han Lian watched his body slowly begin to become transparent, and Qing's expression suddenly became stunned, no, it was miserable, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug her, but he couldn't get close.

Han Lian finally said to him, "I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha", that year, she was twenty-four years old and thirty years old.

Qinglian returned to the Forget Worry River, accompanied by the quiet Sanskrit singing, it looked at the clarity of the Forget Worry River, the clear wind, the slenderness of the bamboo, the brightness of the moon, gently stretching itself, the Buddha gently squeezed the water around it, and said pitifully, I took you back, she saw the Buddha beads in the Buddha's hand, one less grain.

After the initial tranquility, Qinglian began to look at the Forgotten River again, looking at the rights and wrongs of the world, she saw Qing, one day in the sky, and one year on the earth.

How long have I been back? Green is haggard, yes, the word Willow taught me, haggard. Still wearing a green shirt, standing next to the lotus pond in front of the village, looking at the lotus flowers in the pond. Qinglian suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and her petals fell and floated on the Forget Worry River.

As the days passed, the green aged a little bit, but the red-shirted woman in his memory was not by his side. He went to the lotus pond every day of the year. Qinglian looked at him silently through the Forgotten Worry River.

The Buddha never said anything, just looked at it with pity. Qinglian only heard the Buddha say it once, saying that she used a Buddha bead for ten years, but the evil fate still could not be resolved. As she grew older, she felt her heart swell, and she suddenly thought, if I were still human, I would definitely shed a water called tears.

That day, she remembered very clearly, faint, cyan, gentle mist gently shrouded the entire Forget Worry River, lovingly hugged her, as if being embraced by Qing, she remembered very clearly, in the fog, there was a green voice, gently calling her, water lotus, my water lotus.

At that moment, she laughed slightly, blooming, revealing all the fragrance, she knew, she finally understood.

The Buddha once said that if you cultivate for 500 years, you will be in the same boat for 1,000 years. They formed their karma on the River of Forgetfulness, but they didn't have enough time to cultivate. The Buddha who loves and pities it makes up for their lack of time with a Buddha bead.

Qinglian blooms brilliantly, leisurely in the green mist, and her love is in the green mist.

After the green mist dissipated, the Forget Worry River was as quiet and clear as before, and the river surface was full of beautiful green lotus petals, fragrant the entire Buddha, leaving only a lotus pod, trembling slightly.

Idiot, idiot, the Buddha sighed lovingly and stretched out his hand to the lotus canopy.

A drop of lotus seed like tears fell into the palm of the Buddha, exquisitely clear, shining brightly, condensed into a Buddha bead.

Yin Yi spoke softly, she stared at Lu Yuxuan's side face, with a hint of peace in her eyes.

In my previous life, I was Qinglian, and you were Sanskrit, rubbing shoulders with one eye, and amazed the time of five hundred years. The flowers are blooming and blooming, the sound is beautiful and around, and between the low eyebrows and smiles, whose deep affection is gorgeous and the love at first sight on the Sansheng Stone?

In this life, you are the mountain, I am the flowing water, the long wind is the song, the quiet strings are clear, the water is flowing and the veins are in the veins, and the mountains are beautiful. You are dressed freely, softening my eyebrows, and your heart is passing through, whose call softens whose dreams?

From then on, Xiaolu was obsessed, the stars and the moon were relied on, all the hearts were charming, all the soft words, all for you.

Since then, I have been waiting in Tang poems and Song lyrics, waiting for your gaze to embrace my deep affection into a dream; I am waiting for the veins in the ink and blue danqing, waiting for your gaze to pass through the red dust and mulberry fields, and gently glide over my trembling soul.

I know that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life, separated by the ends of the earth. Knowing each other in a word, it seems that they have been in love for a long time; But when they talk, they have silently cherished each other.

At the end of the vastness, I hold a sketch pen, singing night and night, just waiting for you, come to me;

On the shore of Bodhi, I have a quiet eye, just waiting for you, turning the end of the world into a few words, and returning safely.

In fact, I really want to turn into a beautiful butterfly, and every morning, with a feather lingering, attached to your shoulder; At every dusk, with a gentle dress, you speak.

Actually, I really want you to wave, I grind, you play the piano, I play the song, paint a picture of deep love, a total of harmony; I really want to write under the lamp, I add fragrance to your red sleeves, rely on the railing and the window, hand in hand to see the sunset, do not seek the land and the sky, only seek a dream of the city.

If so, please allow me to look back, hand in hand with the stream, the piano and the strings are light to compose a butterfly dance love.

Jun is the sea and the Qing is the butterfly,

The butterfly dance is long with the sea,

Thousands of reincarnations, hundreds of transformations,

The vicissitudes of life, the butterfly dance is still there.