The scholar saw the vast ocean, a murdered woman lying naked on the beach. A man passes by, looks at her, shakes his head, and walks away. Another passes by, takes his clothes off, covers the woman's body, and walks away. Another passes by, goes over, digs a hole, and carefully buries the body.
The monk explained that the female body on the beach was your fiancée's past life. You were the second person who passed by and had given him a dress. She fell in love with you in this life only to return the favor. But the person she ultimately wanted to repay for a lifetime was the one who buried her at the end, and that person was her current husband.
The scholar was so enlightened that he became a Zen on the ground. Cause and effect are connected, and the accumulated love affair. It turns out that this life is just a fragment of a continuous drama, wrong this life and the next life, miss the marriage is just the cause of the previous life of the fruit of this life.
These are the first time I've ever seen a man in my life, and I've never seen a man in my life who could not see the light. I've traveled through thousands of mountains and waters, and have experienced life and death, and the person who buried me is always hidden. Maybe I drank too much Mona soup, and was compelled to forget the river, and lost the memory of my past life. But by chance a look back has a different heart. From acquaintance to hand-holding, the vow made took root. The day of the fulfillment of the dream also honors the karma of the previous life and the present life. When the face of the former life, began to clear; when the oath of the past, rust stains; when the love of my ramblings become annoying nagging; when again and again tears flowed through the cheeks, only began to doubt, could it be that she was only alms in the past life I have a garment, or just the field of a chance encounter of a glance back. The wrong cause ah how can bear the right fruit.
And who did I bury in my previous life? Perhaps it is the cause and effect of the previous life that led to the grudge in this life, and the contradiction between loving and being loved. The person who meets, must be destiny. The sea of people, red faces have. Waiting for you a butterfly dance in the bushes of ten thousand flowers, waiting for you a present at the end of the river, waiting for you a smile in the clouds, waiting for a chance encounter to restore the past life. Digging a pit will give birth to a lifetime of love. Can a barren grave be built to foretell a life of steadfastness. A shovelful of clean earth is a debt owed in a previous life, how much of what you return to me is true?
Since someone took a look at me, I have to return an intoxicating glance back. Embrace also, kiss also line, perhaps the love debt of the past life, today has long risen, just since you have not buried me, do not expect me to be in favor. Because your eyes have never been that focused, you see too many people, do not expect every seed to germinate. Besides, I've seen a lot of people in the middle of nowhere. The most sensible approach, let us become a red face blue face, talk, talk about the heart, an occasional ambiguity is also an interpretation of the cause and effect. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away from you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away from you, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away from you.
Giving a garment to cover your shame must be because of the deepest compassion. The body temperature is still there, even if it can not warm your body, but also can certainly warm your feelings. So this life's wide clothes, only for the return of deep love, do not want to days and years, as long as this evening have. Do not ask for a lifetime of interdependence, only for a long time before the flowers and moonlight love. The soft language warm layer, holding the heart and lungs. I can't say enough soft words, can't get enough of love and affection. Do your lover, outside your family, give you warm care. Love is pure, love is direct, love is heavenly, love is soulful.
Who exactly buried me, and who did I bury? It has long been a knot in the heart that cannot be unraveled. However, after all, the times are different, half a century ago to the body is a big thing, now we can not move to the body. Therefore, as to who buried who, do the moon old man has been confused. The world of emotions becomes more complicated with more people looking at each other, sending clothes to each other, digging up the earth, and burying the dead. No wonder modern people everywhere in love, show color. The spring dream is small, the wind and moon love is thick.