text/ Di Ping
meets it, which is the origin of fate.
Heaven and earth are vast, and all things on earth, if you meet them, they are all fate.
Three lifetimes have been wandering, and have been through thousands of mountains and rivers. After stroking the spring flowers, looking through the autumn moon, seeing off the summer rain, and welcoming the cold snow. In the alternation of black and white, I have long forgotten that I have been praying hard in front of the Buddha for hundreds of years, only following the fate of the established reincarnation, and stumbled into the ups and downs of the illusion of the world. I hope that a certain birth, a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, or a certain moment will meet you again in a glance at the worldly world that has been flowing for thousands of years.
That day, the wind was warm and the water was flat. I am wandering on the vast water, enjoying the warm afternoon sun in my dreams lazy and comfortable. It's autumn, and it's time to appreciate autumn. Looking at the clouds and peaks of thousands of miles together, watching the river lying on the water, the eyes are as charming as silk. The water is clustered with sparse and dense clusters, and the flower buds are about to bloom, making them even more colorful. And I, a small goose yellow flower, seemed to be shaking on a river of water, and was blooming. Even if you don’t have a natural beauty, your charm is pity and pity, but it still makes people feel sad, which is very touching.
"What a beautiful duckweed!" A voice sounded to the side of my ears, waking up my nap dream. I was surprised by this inadvertent look: this figure and this look seem familiar. Could it be him!
"Wait a minute, I will pick that flower and take it away!" you said to your friends around you.
can be in vain after all. The water flows shallowly, and there is no orchid boat. After several attempts, it was all the way to the world, so I could only give up.
"Take me away! I ask you to take me away..." My heart beats like a torch and shouts loudly, but you can't hear a trace. I was anxious, my tears froze into the heart of the flower, falling into a drop of dew, and shattered into pieces in your increasingly distant back... In this way, in the autumn sun, in the charming water, I met quickly and parted. Even though I had already drunk Wangchuan water, I still recognized you at a glance when you appeared. You just don't know that under the moonlight that night, my jade falls in my sigh of groaning for each other but I can't get it...
I know how much I wandered on the Naihe Bridge, but I finally had an unfinished wish in my heart. I can only try my best to slow down my measurement and silently chew on the regrets of this life in my heart and the future. I still came to Wangxiangtai and took Meng Po's soup bowl. This is the forgetful river that makes people worry-free and thoughtless in forgetting. What’s wrong with me drinking it again? In the past, no matter how prosperous it is, at the moment when the water reaches its throat, one by one, it also forgets the distant mountains and waters of time. But no matter which lifetime, before drinking it, I made a wish in my heart: I will never forget each other in life, and I will meet each other in depth.
In this life, even though it is not Ping, the name is still Ping. Although I don’t like this name in my heart, I only have peace of mind to receive it from my parents. How lucky is the fatherly love and motherly love! I always think about it and feel grateful. However, Ping is a floating object, so why is it named? If a real person is as his name, how can he bear it? Could it be that this word is a fate that I cannot escape from, and it is also a disaster that I cannot escape from.
Before I could reach the sad feeling of "When I feel the flowers shed tears, I hate the birds frightened my heart", I have come to this beautiful university campus with joy and joy.
In that autumn evening, there was only one empty space left. I rushed in and just took a slight slight sitting down, my heart was still in my throat. "What's your name?" I was stunned when I met with my eyes: What a familiar face! I thought about it but I didn't remember seeing it anywhere. I was so quiet that I forgot to answer. "Oh..." He touched my textbook with his elbow. "Tell me your name first!" The moment your name came into my ears, I was stunned and shocked: What a positive or negative, how can one be reversed! "Oh, where is yours?" I calmed down a little and said cowardly: High and low are relative, and water will lead to a duckweed. When my eyes collided, I seemed to see a trace of inadvertent panic flashing across your face. I wonder if it was my illusion. But soon, we devoted ourselves to the like-minded " Dream of Red Mansions " to talk a lot. The teacher talked loudly above, and we only whispered below. After class, I didn't realize it.
So many hearts and minds cannot resist the fate of by chance . The wind was also harmonious on the beach, and we held the wine glasses of separation with the setting sun, saying that we met and did not say goodbye, but we finally parted.
once mentioned inadvertently that day. Although you said that although you were the first meeting, you were the old acquaintance. My heart was stunned again, and it hurts. You said I was the demon star in your life, but in fact, you are not the same as me. But if you speak first, I don’t need to speak again, because you just said so many things to you, and you just said to me in advance. Those unscrupulous words and those hard work that only you and I know can only be understood without saying anything.
In this life, I have to carry the burden on you with my pure heart, but I have to go forward with the mirage and moon. I have resentment in my heart, but no regrets. We will finally meet in our best years. And I believe that all the farewells will eventually meet again.
The sky is high and the clouds are vast, the mountains are heavy, and the water is pouring. In the time and space where billions of people wander, I still recognize you at a glance, and you still recognize me at a glance. on , next to Wangxiangtai, I took the bowl handed by Meng Po. Looking up at the sky and closing my eyes, I silently wished in my heart: If I am still a duck in the next life, I wish you a bay of water, meet each other by chance, and depend on each other for a lifetime...
drank it all in one drink!
rumored that there is a river called Wangchuan River . There is a bridge on the river called Naihe Bridge. When you walk through Naihe Bridge, there is a Tutai called Wangxiangtai. There is a woman next to Wangxiangtai, which is Mengpo . There is also bluestone by the bridge. The stone body is as bright as blood. It is the Three Life Stone, which records everyone's past and present lives.
Drinking Mengpo soup will forget the past and present life, but before drinking, I had already come to the Three Life Stone again...
The origin of three lives, and we met by chance. I believe that if you are going to be Ping again in the next life, it is the fate of you and me, not the disaster.
[Author Profile] Di Ping, whose ancestral home is Weifang, Shandong, graduated from Qufu Normal University , a teacher and member of the Communist Party of China. Like writing and love traditional culture. I have been practicing writing all year round and keep writing. Since 2006, his works such as poetry, essays, miscellaneous talks, and essays have been published in newspapers, scattered in many newspapers and magazines such as "Contemporary Prose", "Scholars' Academy of Literature", "Dongping Lake", " Tai'an Daily ", "Today's Dongping", and "Shandong Workers' Daily".
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