Through the memory of a period of time, you are the original scenery of my hometown. Sitting on the opposite bank of time, watching a crescent moon illuminate the journey of life, I feel that people, alive, except for each other, are forgotten in the world!
The ebb and flow of the tides, the flowers blooming and fading, and people are just a past in the world. It is like the fragrance of tea permeating a cup, like the green lotus blooming in front of the Buddha. The acquaintance of you and me is before a cup of tea, in the same word.
Many times, I have asked the sky, the earth, the Buddha, the sentient beings, the vegetation, the life, whether there is an afterlife, whether there is a reincarnation, whether there is a legendary return Place.
How many times, the sky does not speak, the earth does not speak, the mountain does not speak, the water does not speak, only the faint sound of flowers falling in front of the window... Perhaps, under the linden tree thousands of years ago, I was struggling Cultivation makes it possible to cross the river in this life.
I am not a lonely moaner. I am part of nature and part of the world.
Maybe, with love, with family, with friendship, there will be a beautiful existence, and there will be a world of vicissitudes. There are also joys and sorrows, as well as bitterness and sweetness.
Perhaps, those lives are just a punctuation of the years. In the journey of life, you and I are all plants, petals, and dust in the world.
I like to sing an old song in my heart where there is no one, write a little poem under the quiet blooming months, and listen to the most beautiful section given to me by nature in the rush of life song,Feel the beauty of a kind of life.
That beauty is like a page of color pictures in my heart. They engraved a word called "destiny" in the palm of my hand, promising forever.
The wheels of the years, keep driving forward. Life goes round and round on the wheels. The rut runs over a deep and shallow line, and the scenery along the way is like a sentence of life. I don't know where it ends.
If you can choose, I would like to be the messenger of time and tell people where to go. However, I cannot do it in this life. So, I learned to forget in the world. Such as the past, such as pain, but also such as myself.
Life is such a heavy word. If there are hundreds of years of time, it will not be short-lived or vicissitudes of life.
From blue silk to white hair, it is only a short time. Whether it is poor or rich, a lifetime is a situation of decades.
If youth can live forever, there will not be too much sadness in the world. This is just a metaphor. People will grow old in the end, just like silkworms, they will end their lives after spinning their silk.
Some people compare life to the other side flower. The flowers bloom for thousands of years, the leaves grow for thousands of years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Sometimes, I ask myself, is it love or fate that blossoms?
not seen in a thousand years,Only waiting, but not returning home, turning around is another thousand years. Regardless of life or love, life is alive, only cherish, once parting, it is also a thousand years.
I dream of the dreams you have had, and you dream of the road I have traveled. There is no success or failure in life, and there is no victory or loss. On the road of life, there is so much sadness and so much beauty. How much pain, and how much dull.
The ancients said that it is better to know each other than to forget each other. You are old, I am leaving, and all that is left is a way of no return.
No matter whether it is cold or cool, life is in the years, but in the end it is just an illusion and nothingness.
And I believe that there will be a real fate in the world, regardless of poverty and wealth, regardless of success or failure. You and I are in it.
(Source: Happy World)
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