Bodhi flowers bloom for a thousand years, just to tie a one-time red dust love affair.
01
In the western Buddhist world, there is an ancient Bodhi tree with disjointed roots and branches.
The Buddha came to meditate under the tree every day, and talked to people about sutra. The Buddha's light, soaked in Buddha's bath, long time, this ancient Bodhi tree will be through the spirit. I am the Bodhi tree on the Bodhi flower, but also this Bodhi tree on the strongest part of the spiritual consciousness, has been practicing for many years.
Buddha will often bring different people to the tree under the enlightenment of the Buddha, the Buddha's compassion, not accustomed to the world's many sufferings, so the ferrying of all living beings, beyond the greed, anger, hatred, love and evil desire, and finally reached the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm. Buddha said: "The red dust and chaos, the people are hard to get through. Reincarnation is suffering, all false. Put it down, that is to become a Buddha."
Listening to the Buddha's sermons day after day, and learn by ear. This is the experience I have gained from practicing for many years. Therefore, cold eyes look at the human world thousands of years of dust and sand, to practice my Dharma.
This day, I saw the Buddha brought a person, this person and others seem to be different, less red dust fireworks gas, but more a few points of floating dust, can not help but look a few more eyes.
He stood under the Bodhi tree, long and straight, white clothes, but his back is to me, can not see the face.
Indifferent to the red dust for many years, this time, actually have a few points of anticipation, looking forward to seeing the man who looks like an immortal, such an expectation, let a person rejoice.
Buddha face to my side, eyebrows and eyes mild, but I feel that he seems to look at me.
Buddha should be looking at the man opened: "Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing, where to cause dust. The string stops, this words, you can have realized?"
The man's back to me, slightly owed, respectfully returned: "stop blunt, failed to understand the intention of the honored one."
The Buddha smiled slightly: "No matter, you have a very deep Buddha's destiny, more practice, and will be enlightened in the future."
I saw the man slowly shook his head and heard his low, warm voice ring out, "Thank you for your honor's kindness. But stop is the person of the red dust, really do not have the heart to participate in the Buddha, I am afraid of failing."
Buddha speechless, a long time Fang said: "Red dust more disturbances, all things are difficult. You, and why do you want to be obsessed?"
"Only one person."
Hearing this, I heart a beat, in front of the Buddha, I'm afraid that only this person is so spontaneous and bold. However, he, on the contrary, more triggered my curiosity, this, what kind of style is it?
Buddha played a Buddhist verse, sighed: "Floating clouds over the eyes, all things are empty. Idiot child idiot, since the suffering of the red dust, just, just."
Said, also ignored the white man, since the drift away.
The man did not leave, and lingered under the Bodhi tree, watching.
I watched him closely, hoping that he would turn around and get a glimpse of his true face.
The wind was blowing, and the hair was flying, and the clothes were flowing, and it was beautiful.
I looked at the scene, and the person in the scene.
Perhaps he saw even, a moment, he looked back, to me, a smile, eyebrows like a picture.
The lake according to his clothes white like snow in the evening lotus reed, and I, at that moment, the dust idea of a move red beans for who hair?
02
Thousands of years later, Bodhi flowers fall, I cultivate adults.
The red dress is pretty, delicate and slender, white skin is better than snow, and the aura is compelling.
The Buddha stood in front of me, flicked a flower and smiled: "Bodhi washed away the lead dream, the world is empty. You have been given the opportunity to cultivate yourself as an adult, so I'll give you the name "Dream Air". From now on, you will practice with me, and you will become a Buddha."
I bowed down, "Thank you, Master."
In the past thousand years, I have been practicing hard, part of the reason is to see that person as soon as possible, a thousand years ago, his glance back, but became my glance for ten thousand years, y remembered.
The name of that person is Ching Zhi.
Once I became an adult, I couldn't wait to go and find Stringy, I just wanted to meet him, even if it's just to look at him.
When the Buddha advised him to join the Buddha, he said that it would be difficult to break away from the world, so the Buddha did not let him go.
The first time I saw the Buddha, he said, "I'm not going to let you go."
The string stop did not have reluctance, then also stayed, this stay, has been a thousand years.
In this regard, I am happy, a thousand years, under the Bodhi tree, finally got to see the string stop a few times.
When I found the string stop, the man is standing in the lotus pond with his hands up, white clothes like fairy, the back of the elegant, like I do not know when to fly away.
Standing behind him, I carefully and gently called out, "Chuan Zhi!"
The man heard the words, turned around, eyes like water, contains a thousand kinds of light.
The moment he saw me, the light in those watery eyes was brimming, but it was instantly silenced and colored with a few hints of doubt.
The moment he saw me, his watery eyes were brimming with light, but they were instantly silenced, tinted with a few hints of doubt. I thought, "That kind of light, I'm sure I'm too happy to be in the illusion.
Sure enough, the string stop doubt: "girl, you are?"
"My name is Mengkong, the name given by my master ancestor." I eagerly exported.
After saying, only to realize that it is not right, how does he know who Mengkong? The heart secretly regret, a nervous thee to mess up the thoughts.
"Mengkong? Master ancestor?" The string stops continue to be puzzled.
I was so anxious that I wanted to stomp my feet, and I didn't know how to explain it, but I finally made up my mind, and pulled the string stop's hand forward.
The string stop is unwilling to be pulled by me, frowning, "girl, you ......"
I returned a smile, "no hurry, later you will understand." The string stops wanting to speak, but still let me pull the hand away.
When I came to stand under the Bodhi tree, I let go of his hand and wiped the sweat from my palm on my lapel.
After a short while, I pointed to the Bodhi tree and said, "I am a Bodhi flower on the Bodhi tree, cultivated for a thousand years, transformed into a human body, and now I follow the Buddha to realize the Dharma. A thousand years ago, I have seen you, I do not know you," pause, with a minute of careful anticipation of the exit: "can still remember me?"
Silence, no answer. The heart has a few points of loss.
A long time, the string stop suddenly opened his mouth, reciting: "The most favorite fragrance where, flowers falling Bodhi deep, with the fate that should be, falling flowers brimming."
Although I am a human being, but the enlightenment is still shallow, not able to understand the meaning of his words, only bowed his head and muttered the word "fate", and then raised his head, and did not see the string stop.
Not far away, the person's back, in a twilight fade away.
03
The string in the Buddhist world has been more than a thousand years, sooner or later one day to leave, this I know, but I did not expect, this day, came so fast, came so suddenly.
And I was not ready for his departure.
That day, the Buddha called the string stop, asked him: "Time over a thousand years, you can see through?"
Chord Stop said, "No."
The Buddha sighed again, and then asked, "If that is the case, you would like to be reincarnated in the red world?"
"I wish."
Buddha waved his sleeve, "just, you and go."
Ching Zhi bowed and bowed goodbye to the Buddha.
I hid behind the boulder, a little stunned, never thought that the parting was so careless, and I, not yet familiar with him.
The string stop turned to leave, before leaving, seemingly if not glanced in the direction of where I was. I was too late to go out to say goodbye, he was already far away.
I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Since he left, I am a little confused, following the Buddha to realize the Buddha's teachings, compared to the previous, more and more can not be quiet down, so, they can not be refined.
One day, the Buddha sat in the Bodhi tree under the eyes of the recitation of the sutra, to wait for him to finish reciting, I could not help but ask: "Why did the master want to leave the string stop?
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in a position to do something like this.
Buddha sat like a fixed, and did not open his eyes, said: "Everything has its own destiny, the Buddha seeks to follow the fate, not you and I and other people can determine. He had the root of wisdom, but the obsession is too deep. The child is a child, but the love disaster, why need to suffer?"
After the words, Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, look at me a glance, I just feel that a glance of deep meaning infinite, in a flash in the mind, there is a flash, want to be in-depth, but there is no place to find.
Putting aside my thoughts, I asked Buddha for advice: "The world often says that the Buddha's door is empty, it is difficult to see its true colors. What does the master think?"
Buddha smiled: "Not also not also. My province, when it is like the red dust is as deep as the sea, all the living are difficult to ferry."
"The red dust is as deep as the sea, all the people are difficult to ferry?" I murmured.
Buddha stood up, walked out from under the Bodhi tree and asked, "Enlightenment?"
"No." I answered truthfully.
Buddha nodded, "In that case, you go to the red dust walk. Fulfill the day of the tribulation, and return to the Buddha's way."
I nodded and lowered my eyebrows, and folded my hands, "I respectfully obey the order of the master."
The fate of the world is true, but the road to the red dust, at this moment, I think more, but in the red dust, and then meet the person.
The heart has its own joy, the string stops the string stops, more than the fate of the dust.
This is the first time that I've ever seen a person who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen a person who has not been in the world for a long time.
The Buddha, the disciples have sinned, fear of failure.
Some of this mind naturally refused to say, to retrieve the thoughts, look up, see the Buddha smiled compassionately, a wave of the sleeve: "You go."
I saw myself fall into the door of the red dust, Buddha's back in the wind in the long distance. At the moment of chaotic consciousness, vaguely still heard the Buddha's ethereal voice came.
"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform. Originally there is nothing, where to stir up dust."
Chord Stop, I'm coming for you.
04
After falling into the red dust, I am no longer dreaming of the sky, forgetting the thousand years of cultivation, willing to be like a mortal.
It is true that the mortal world is different from the Buddha's world, where the flowers are red and green, and where the red dust is bustling.
I walked on the streets of the earthly world, looking at the surrounding hot and bustling crowd, unconsciously sneered.
Strings stop, this is, you covet the red dust? You, nowadays, are here, right?
The Buddha always said, the red dust is disturbed, all kinds of hardship, but, at a glance, I fell in love with this place, what a smoky atmosphere of a place, hustle and bustle, angry.
The most important thing is that there is that person here, the string stop.
Bodhi millennium, I want to encounter, this one in the red dust, the most beautiful love affair.
But this world of red dust, say big, say small is not small, where to find him?
Over the mountains and rivers, walking through the sea desert, encountered the wind and waves, against the tigers and beasts, non-stop forward, unremitting search, in the red dust drift wandering.
Looking for the mark of the millennium, the person, has long been carved into the heart of the most colorful vermilion.
This is the fifth year I drifted in the mortal world, came to a small city in the south of the south. To put it mildly, a few years of red dust, but also accustomed to the life here, more have some small hobbies. For example, drinking wine.
The end of the world travelers, occasionally prepared a thin wine, wine aroma is strong, refreshing into the throat, drunken people's chest. When the wine is full, in front of the eyes is the figure of the white clothes like fairy, full of joy in the heart.
The long pavilion is a long way off, but it's a long way to go. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back and see Ruan Lang.
The morning dew is not yet dawn, there is daylight into the pavilion, I am sleeping here, beside me, a pot of wine, but already empty.
I suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind me, and woke up, looked back, but it was an unexpected pleasure.
The person who is looking for the red dust traveler, at this moment, appeared in the field of vision.
The string stop is still dressed in white, holding a horse to me this place, sleeves in the morning wind fluttering, just like the immortal.
I held back the surprise of my heart, and waited for him to come closer.
He stopped a few feet away from me, first without speaking, seemingly sizing me up, but the gaze was just right, not rude.
I tried to maintain my composure, and I realized that the person who entered the world of reincarnation had forgotten the past, so he should not recognize me. The first time I saw this, I was able to get to know him better, and I was able to get to know him better.
In a few moments, he opened his mouth with a warm smile: "This place is secluded, it is good.
This is the first time I've ever seen a girl in the world, and I've never seen her in the world.
"The red dust wandering people just, why ask where to return." Sighing, I pretended to be desolate.
"I took the liberty of poking the girl's wound." He made a bow to apologize, see I do not say anything, seems to be really by this a draw out of the sadness of the intention, and repeat the self-telling up.
"But to say is also with the girl has a destiny, in the next is this red dust drifting guest, road meets the girl," said this he paused, faintly invisible frowned, eyes flashing, seems to have what is difficult to say, "how about ... . how about ......"
"How about letting me follow you to the ends of the earth!" I preempted the words that String Stop was unable to finish, my eyes filled with anticipation.
Seeing that he seemed to freeze and did not reply. I added in a low voice: "Anyway, the same people are at the end of the world." This sentence is also estimated to be heard by the man, first stunned, and then reacted, laughed aloud: "Both so, or good!"
"Good, then where are you going now?" I asked.
He had already mounted his horse, and stretched out a white and slender hand towards me, I did not hesitate to hand my own hand over, and he pulled it smoothly, so I sat behind him.
"Just follow me."
"Uh-huh."
After several years, on the outskirts of the countryside, deep in the shadows of the bamboo, there is a small building, hidden in it.
I sat in front of the window, hands supporting the chin, look at the warm sun outside slightly drunk, the wind light leaves shake, so quiet.
"What are you looking at? Can you tell me?" String stop came from behind, pulling up my hand to ask.
"Gongzi," I turned my head and looked at the man with a smile, "not looking at Gongzi anyway."
Ching Zhi shook his head, "Ai, a piece of love, all paid with running water east, sad sad sad!"
And he joked, but his heart is full of happiness.
And he joked, the heart is overflowing with happiness. It is not in vain to walk through the red world, and he reacquainted, know each other, love each other, and accompany each other, it's enough.
Even though, he is no longer called string stop; even if, I do not dream empty. This is a red dust love affair, always complete.
05
The world is in a state of flux, and the world is in a state of suffering. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
The original thought of success, but he and I wishful thinking, fate, ruthless people mostly, refused to forgive.
The string stops the disease, not a general disease, I took him to see a lot of doctors, ultimately, the medicine does not work.
"No hurry, this red earth world, I am not in vain to come a." The string stop lying on the bed, pale, weak and heartbreaking.
I forcefully suppressed the tears that were about to overflow from my eyes, and held his hand, not knowing whether I was comforting him or myself, "It will be fine, everything will be fine!"
弦止露出笑，伸出一只手缓缓抚上我的脸，兀自说道："If I can no longer accompany you, also take good care of yourself."
"No, you will be good, will be good!" Tears can no longer be suppressed, like a flood that breaks the dike, an uncontrollable.
The heart of a million desolate, I was stunned to look at the frail man in front of me. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go to the hospital.
No, no, I am not willing to do this, is to take, but also to take back his life, take back, our time.
Bodhi has been waiting for a thousand years for the most beautiful love affair in the world.
I'm not happy, I'm not happy at all!
The first thing I did was to take a look at the western sky, and then I left.
Bodhi is still the same, the pavilion is gorgeous, and the leaves are flourishing. The Buddha, underneath the tree, smiled and looked at me and the string stop, his eyes like a pool of deep water as calm and distant, but as if he knows everything.
I kneeled down on both knees, looking at the Buddha pleaded: "Master, I have sinned, enlightenment is shallow, negative master entrusted, I think it is difficult to get the Buddha Road, so, I am willing to give up a thousand years of cultivation. "
The Buddha closed his eyes, the voice of compassion and has to see through all the silence far-reaching.
"The red dust is very disturbed, and all the people are difficult to cross. This time, should make you realize, but you fall into it, can not extricate themselves, and why is it bitter?"
"Disciple willingly, but also please master ancestor a save." Forehead point knee face, I bowed y.
Buddha's eyes are still closed, not answering. I also maintain the action posture.
After a long time, he said, "Raise your head."
I looked up at the words, and I bumped into the Buddha looking at the side of the string stop, eyes deep, containing something I can not see.
"Sigh, sigh!" He shook his head.
After the words, only feel a piece of clothing glossy sleeve hem from the side, heard the wind in the ear tight, in front of someone movement, traveling clouds and water. When everything stops, I then inclined my head to look, I can not help but be happy, the string stop has woken up.
"Disciple thank you master ancestor." Kowtow again.
In front of the Buddha, the strings are still standing aside, I gently go over, suppressed the full of emotions, low call: "strings, still remember? I am the dream of the sky."
The string stop did not say anything, at this moment he, his eyebrows gently wrinkled, seems to have displeasure. I saw his eyes, full of confusion.
A moment ago was floating like a cloud of joy, suddenly because of such an unexpected and fell to the bottom. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
It turns out that the most painful thing in the red dust, nothing more than, I, trekking over the mountains and water, and you meet, the knot in the red dust of the most beautiful love affair, and you, turn around after, can no longer remember who I am.
06
Buddha looked at me and said, "Look, the red dust cycle, passing clouds. He has already forgotten, so why are you clinging to it?"
Although the heart is miserable, but I still back to the firm: "Hard work is not for the Buddha Road, only for the Bodhi early red. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it."
The Buddha smiled slightly, so far away from being able to reach.
"Karma has been dispersed, obsession is also confused."
I was silent. The string stop still standing beside the Buddha, but always speechless, eyes pure and ignorant.
Suddenly, the Buddha once again waved his sleeve, the figure of that person, but has disappeared. I panicked and bewildered to stretch out my hand forward to grab, but it is a piece of emptiness.
This world of red dust, I finally did not hold the hands.
Buddha played a Buddhist verse, leisurely and far away, that back, holy and far away, like the pool in full bloom, the most beautiful lotus.
"The red dust has been into the heart, re-do marriage robbery. It's just a matter of time, perhaps, you should be enlightened."
The people have been far away, the voice of the pale and insight into everything, but still into the ear.
In the end, what is the realization?
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
I re-started my practice career, and the string stops disappearing from my life again, I don't know where to go. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
People have been far away, but entangled in the heart of the wire, afraid of cutting, still messy, not a taste in the heart.
Cultivation, cultivation, love has thrown, spilt, this heart, and how to repair into the Buddha?
The morning copy of the scriptures, listening to the sound of wooden fish; night lying in the lotus, v. Acacia fine. This life, so long, so long that I can only ever be close to your paradise.
Under the Bodhi tree, I stood in the place where the string stop once stood, thinking of a thousand years ago, the moment of glance back, stunning who, and into whose a glance of ten thousand years?
In the midst of the infatuation, the Buddha has come riding on the wind with a lotus flower.
I respectfully bowed, "Master." After that, continue to look at the ancient Bodhi in a daze.
The Buddha knows my mind, this many days, and did not force me to break that love obsession. Just from time to time to come to the tree meditation chanting, and I, but in the thoughts flying, over a thousand years, remembering the deceased.
"Mengkong, this love can be broken?" Buddha stood in front of me, his back turned to me and asked.
"In my life, I do not break!" Out of the words almost no hesitation, so powerful, but can not hide the words of the slight lonesomeness, faintly bleak.
"So," Buddha sighed quietly, "Mengkong, I will tell you a story."
Although not very interested, I still answered "yes".
"Two thousand years ago, I went to the Heavenly Realm to attend the Heavenly Emperor's 10,000-year birthday banquet, and I saw the Heavenly Emperor's favorite son, and said that he had deep Buddhist destiny, and was extremely intelligent. Heavenly Emperor was so happy that he allowed his youngest son to go with me to the Buddhist world for a moment of enlightenment."
This is related to the Buddha? It always felt a bit familiar, so I got energized and continued to listen.
"After the youngest son of the Heavenly Emperor came, after all, young and playful, so, they knew my little disciple who had just cultivated into a human body, and she played in one place, and for a long time, mutual love."
Buddha said here, turned back, towards the bodhi looked, eyes far and compassionate.
I heart a beat, and is a lingering love-hate relationship? A familiar and unfamiliar feeling came to my mind, as if there was something I didn't know had happened. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not sure if I can do that.
The Buddha did not say any more, as if waiting for my response.
After a long time, I finally pressed down my trembling heart and opened my mouth. "Master Ancestor, your little disciple ...... is what is transformed?"
Buddha understood, the voice is not sad or happy: "It is this ancient Bodhi tree on the Bodhi flower."
"Bodhi flower, Bodhi flower," I murmured, "how is Bodhi flower?" It was like even exploding in my head, making me dizzy and confused.
The Buddha went on to say, "But my disciple is a Buddhist after all, how can he be in love with others? Not to mention the obsession? Her behavior, has been a violation of the precepts of my Buddha, by the Buddha's elders deliberated, let her into the ten reincarnation, subject to the red dust gathering and separation of the pain, each life, are to drift miserable end, until the completion of the ten life, rejoin the world of the Buddha, to redo the cultivation."
"That ......" I know, how can I enter the reincarnation? If entered, who is the person standing here now? In this way, just want to understand the end of this karmic strike.
"The youngest son of the Heavenly Emperor refused to do so, and begged bitterly," the Buddha seemed to recall the love that spanned thousands of years, and compassionately said, "In the end, my disciple escaped punishment, drank the water of forgetfulness on the banks of the Three Life Stones, and poured back into the body of the Bodhi Flower, and practiced once again. "
The tears could not stop slipping from his eyes, his mind was hazy, there were images flashing, fleeting, how can not catch.
My voice was hoarse when I spoke again: "What happened then? What happened to the youngest son of the Heavenly Emperor?"
"The emperor learned of this matter, since the anger is extreme, they want to punish him. I will be persuaded, after all, this love disaster, by me, own I ferry." Buddha sighed, "I was ready to transform him, but he was unrepentant and insistent. Unable to, I will bind him around for a thousand years, also want to through this thousand years, slowly influence him, perhaps some epiphany."
"Unfortunately, he never forgets, obsessed with love, do not practice Buddhism. After a thousand years, I let him go, he is also willing to enter the red dust, free of attachment."
After the words, Buddha closed his eyes, hands together, the story, this is also considered to be the end.
At this moment, my heart is turning over, threw out the last question: "Master, the emperor's youngest son of the name?"
Buddha returned, "Name - string stop."
07
String Stop, String Stop, it's really him.
This is a red dust love affair, original, we have been obsessed with, but in the end is, miss.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high level of confidence in the world, and I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
The stubborn I want to remember that period of time, they will be praying to the Buddha, Buddha eyes insight, a slight smile.
He cast a spell on me, no more words, and feet on the lotus, leisurely away.
In an instant, the sealed past is like a floodgate opening, sweeping in a swift momentum, too late to react, and then drowned in it.
"Mengkong, what did Buddha teach you today? Tell me about it!"
"Don't, you don't understand anyway."
"......"
"String stop, go, lotus flowers bloom in the lotus pond, accompany me to see the lotus flowers!"
"Well, let me think about it! Aigoo, my legs hurt, you pull me along."
"......"
"Mengkong, I tell you, my house can look good, some other day to take you to my house to play."
"Yeah!"
"Sorry, forget about me."
"Then you will forget me?"
"No!"
"Then what makes you want me to forget you?"
............
The past is scattered like smoke and clouds, crushed in the wind. But there are still obsessed people, a little picking up the debris floating down, will be those past back again and again, Wanjiao lifelong pursuit.
When I look back again, Bodhi is still the same, but there is even changed, this one red dust love affair, in my heart, did not end.
Once again to beg the Buddha, this time, with incomparable determination, with the belief of defying all odds.
The Buddha stood by the lotus pond, quietly watching me walk toward him, those eyes, is the color of understanding, is insight into all things compassion.
"You have come." Buddha smiled and spoke.
I walked to him and bowed y, "Yes, Master Ancestor."
"Can you think about it."
"Think well, do not seek to become the Buddha Road, but all the red dust destiny." Raising his head, the firmness in his eyes is bumping into the smile on Buddha's face.
Buddha lifted up a lotus, placed in the heart of the position, the smile more: "In this case, from now on, I no longer have you this disciple, the Buddha world, no more dream empty. You and go."
I kowtowed, the voice has some choking, "Many thanks to master ancestor, master ancestor ...... take care."
Buddha did not answer, such as the sky a touch of floating clouds dissipated in front of my eyes, everything as before, but colorful pool full of sacred lotus.
The human world is a place of smoke and fire, when the marriage is renewed.
The Bodhi tree is not a tree, the mirror is not a platform. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. The first time I saw you was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw you was when I was a kid.
From now on, from now on, the destiny comes, the destiny disperses, you will be the most colorful vermilion in my heart, into the bone blood, embedded in the soul.
The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life, and that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life.
I have traveled a long way to get here; where will you wait?
The temple is in the middle of the sky, and the bells are ringing in the evening.
I came back on horseback, and heard that a lay disciple lived here.
I eagerly dropped the reins, dismounted, took a step, and stepped in. At a glance, I saw the man.
He has changed from white clothes like snow, a green shirt wearing body, proper and warm. However, the picturesque handsome face, or that confusing, as a thousand years ago, the moment of glance back. Only, how much light has been removed from the eyes and brows, and more still water is deep.
The heart overflows with joy, it is him, I smile with relief.
"Who are you looking for?" The string stops standing in front of the steps, as asked all the walkers who pass by here.
"You!" I answered firmly.
"Me?"
"Yes, it is you I seek."
Spare me the doubt that colors his eyes nowadays, and a hint of unspoken anticipation.
"You know who I am?"
"Of course, you are String Stop."
"String Stop, String Stop," he murmured, "so my name is String Stop!"
My heart was clear, don't worry, this time I lost my memory, I'll get it back, and I'll live and die and never leave again.
"Why are you here as a lay disciple?"
"Waiting for someone."
"Waiting for whom?"
"Waiting for someone who deserves it."
Hearing this, I smiled, and then recited aloud the words he said to me back then, "Where is the favorite fragrance, the courtyard linden is deep, and as fate would have it, the falling flowers are brimming."
He was stunned exit: "with fate, with fate ......"
In the blink of an eye, everything is realized, the string stops fixedly looked at me, said: "Mengkong, it's you!"
The fall into the red dust and then never put down, just for and you, from now on, engraved in the heart.