It is really elusive to explain fate and ask what "fate" is in the world. Because people can't understand the inside story and mystery of meeting, knowing each other and intersecting, people agree with and use the word-fate, which is extracted from Zen.
Suiyuan people often say Suiyuan, but Suiyuan does not mean.
Where there is a will, there is a way. If there is no wish, even the people who are destined to pass by.
Cherish the fate of meeting in this life in the long river of hundreds of millions of years, meeting here in the world of mortals, regardless of the beauty and ugliness of men, women and children, rich and poor, this dusty fate is worth cherishing.
I have such a friend, who may be separated by thousands of waters in Qian Shan, or may be separated by ten or eight years. Things have changed, and what will never change is the tacit understanding and concern in each other's hearts.
Love predestination is providence, and it is also related to human feelings. Because of a good impression, there is attachment, or destiny takes a hand, and then there is a good impression. If it is heartless, how can it be destiny takes a hand? Even if it's meant to be, it's meant to be love.
Dream, dream, sad. Set the dream of the celestial pole and read the fate of all things. Thousands of waves in my dream, looking back at the ferry, I laughed. Enlightenment comes from dreams as well as dreams.
Wuyuan heard and witnessed that once loving couples turned against each other because of trivial matters; * * * Friends who go to dangerous places become enemies because of petty profits, which is quite chaotic. After thinking about it repeatedly, I seem to wake up: all good deeds must have three supporting points in order to last for a long time-attaching importance to feelings, keeping righteousness and cherishing life.
Similar fate "predestined friends thousands of miles to meet"-this is the fate in space.
Why are some people's thoughts, feelings and feelings so similar to mine hundreds of years ago and thousands of years ago? Why are we so kind and like each other when we have never met or spoken? Why is the moonlight like his gaze and the breeze like his breath? Hearts are connected for thousands of years-this is the fate of time.
There are endless reasons, endless reasons, endless reasons.
It's fate, not fate. Fate, no chance. Deep margin, shallow margin. Birth, fate. Some people are melodramatic and desire-destroying, cutting off the dust; Some people have broken their wires and moved on. A beautiful marriage becomes doomed love, and hatred becomes love. A once-in-a-lifetime relationship may only be between thoughts. Or love comes to an end, or love comes to an end ... how can it be a word "fate" in this world of mortals?