The Buddha said: I became a Buddha because I have no love, how can you become a Buddha by coveting the mortal world? I repent.
The Buddha said: repentance is useless. You have an unfinished business, go and renew your marriage, I will wait for you to come back. For this reason, I have been begging under the Bodhi tree for 500 years.
You said: Since the moment you begged to meet me in front of the Buddha, I have lost sleep for five hundred years.
I asked: In the underworld, are you the one for whom I have been reincarnated several times for the sake of destiny?
You said: Yes, that day five hundred years ago, you unintentionally passed by the road with me, I have been waiting for you to realize the edge of this brush.
The Buddha said: repair a hundred times before you can cross the same boat, repair a thousand times before you can **** pillow sleep. Five hundred times in the previous life of the gaze, in exchange for this life once rubbing shoulders. I begged the Buddha to let us have another relationship with each other, and to be with each other through the months and years.
The Buddha said: Unless the sea is dry, the sea will change.
So I begged the Buddha to turn me into a reclaimed swallow in the next life, and to go through a lot of trouble until the sea is filled up, in exchange for the fate of you and me in this life.
So the Buddha arranged to meet in this life, so that I and you to exhaust this period of unfinished business. If we are not able to fulfill our destiny, we will be separated from each other. So, if you meet me,
Please be sure not to go away, because I am afraid that in the next life, and then have no destiny to meet with you to see ......
Two, ╰ ╮ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭ ╭
People can be reincarnated, the world if there is a real cycle of reincarnation, then, our past life has been what will be?
The Buddha said: everything in the mirror empty phase, the end of all the phase no phase.
Perhaps, your past life was a branch of begonias in the mountains, in the middle of the night in autumn, was rolled into the passenger boat outside the city of Gusu. The distant wind blew out the frost-stained fishing fire, but could not blow out the sorrow of the sinking of the curved moon. Perhaps, in my past life, I was a boatman on the river of forgetfulness, a lonely boat, straw raincoat, hat, ferrying in the red dust. Pick up a splash of petals, from now on the dashing Xiangxiang thank but, the bell does not continue ......
Perhaps, your past life is a wisp of Tongyun's shadow, in the dusky sky, crossing the smoke traces of the pale dew, the Prana dispersed when the return to the Buddha's gentle heart of the water, listening to the voice of compassion from the gods. Perhaps, my past life is a drop of crystal tears, by the eyes of the Buddha in the Cold Mountain Temple, falling ten thousand feet of prosperity. In the season of fluttering in the sky, condensed into the dew of acacia on the withered petals, but could not wake up the sleeping elves, but had to quietly melt away in the early morning.
If you are the soft breeze of the mountains, I will be the grass that revives because of you.
If you are the clouds in the sky, I will be the raindrops brewing in the clouds.
If you were a clear stream in the field, I would be the fish swimming in the stream. Even if you were the embodiment of all things, I would still hold you close, just because you and I are together in this life!
The Buddha said: in a previous life, you are my hands planted a bowl of lotus, other lotus are open, only you, until the withering, but also failed to show your beautiful face in front of my eyes.
I said: in a former life, you were in my eyes; in this life, you are in my attachment; in the next life, you are in my flesh and blood.
Three, ╰ ╮约定╭╭ぷ╯
When you and I encountered and touched each other's eyes, I was thinking, how did you and I ever make a promise in a previous life?
Is it also an afternoon, no snow in the winter, in that gorgeous fireworks, we made a wish for each other? Was there also a share of such warmth and passion, was I also moved by your moving song? Did you have such a firm look in your eyes, so firm that you couldn't tolerate my weakness? Whether the heart is also due to a certain sadness only close, close to the ......
We are usually the same as the moon in front of the window, before the plum blossom will be different. I asked the Buddha: what does this really mean? Buddha is speechless, Buddha's heart is like water. Buddha, do you have love? Buddha smiled, incomparably kind, that smile is like the sea water that accommodates hundreds of rivers, deep and bottomless.
But I have, but I never easily make promises to anyone, for this obsession to let the heart in the loneliness of the hidden pain.
Long companion, elegant and leisurely. Ice string finger, heart secretly hold. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of cows. The most favorite window, the long days of autumn water. I'm looking forward to ten years of ferry, a hundred years of pillow, a thousand years of destiny. However, the moon has the yin and yin and round, people have sadness and happiness, Liang Zhu turned butterfly has long been unknown, once the **** dance into the wind of the embrace; that gorgeous romantic love boat has also long been sleeping in the bottom of the cold North Atlantic Ocean. I envy them, because life and death is the eternal happiness on earth. How many of the world's many beginnings and endings of love, so that people for a long time, a long time can not let go.
An encounter in this life must have nurtured too many sweet or painful memories in the previous life. The first time I saw you, I had a lot of thoughts about you, and you were in my thoughts. Even if you do not love me at this time, how can I not be grateful? The winged swallow, and the green lotus. I'm happy to be with you, and I'm happy to be with you. I should thank the old man of the moon for the red thread. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Four, ╰ ╮缘為何物╭ぷ╯
Buddha said: ten thousand hair margins, are all fated! A chance meeting, looking back, destined for each other's life, just for the moment of vision meeting.
Poetry written by Cindy, the word spectrum of the autumn lotus. I'm glad to see the banyan tree, the book is full of fragrance. The two places are in love. I'd like to thank you for the poem, the song, and the lyrics.
Hidden bamboos and red lotus. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The love in the eyes of the Taoist, the language in the love, and the edge in the language.
You said: "The edge is the crystalline snow in the mountains, the world outside the fairy Shu lonely forest. I said: the edge of the crowd is looking for her a thousand degrees, that person is in the lights of the end of the place. You said: Fate is even though the two love, it is still difficult to escape the fate. I said, "The fate is to have no choice but to go, déjà vu," he said.
Morning bells and evening drums, the sun goes away and clouds move. I'm afraid of the window, alone on the hook string. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The years have gone by, and the waves have gone by. If the flow of light and shadow, too indefinite, too hasty.
The camel said: the edge is the sadness and happiness of the total ruthless, a window drip to the daybreak. The edge is endless thoughts. And I, standing proudly in the desert quietly watching it karma.
The Buddha said: everyone who saw the encounter have been arranged, everything is fate. I saw, in the cross-section of the heart, long asleep a lotus flower. Buddha said: you have to wait quietly, waiting for the moment of blossoming, waiting for the wind to brush the calyx, in order to awaken the dream planted in a previous life. I then prayed devoutly, may you, can bloom the most tender full of vicissitudes of the back smile.
I walked through the path, the roadside of an unknown wildflowers make me can not help but stop and stare, is it because of the previous life unintentionally thrown a flower seed, only to have this life by the side of the road to meet? But the flower just quietly bloom, as if this is the whole of its life. I walked through the mountains, the lofty peaks make me familiar with inexplicable, is this my former home in the past life, so this life's soul haunting? But the mountain is still as calm as it was a thousand years ago, as if to say that the world is nothing else, everything is empty, it is not the wind that moves but the heart!
I walked through the ocean, the raging surface of the ocean makes me excited and affectionate, is this the home of my former life swinging album pontoon boat, so there is this life's home hard to leave? But the ocean has revealed a rare calm face, not a hint of whirlpool, like a mirror, as if to say that the past let it go, why always let it stay in the heart it?
I finally trekked, from the network, appeared in front of you, I approached you, your words and deeds, a smile let me be so heartfelt, is it in the previous life I have been for you to fall into the heart, can not be self-suppressed, so there is the mood of this life is still the same? And you, too, is so silent, I realized, hastily break away from my hand, where there is what look back, perhaps our destiny, repair is still too shallow, too shallow! I understand, perhaps the encounter in this life has been the gift of God, perhaps our destiny in a previous life has been predestined, in this life, I'm just a passer-by in your life!
With a crystal tear, the flow of endless sadness, the flow of heartbreak, in the earth into flying ash, and who believe in talking and laughing, and who will leave his tears in my story?
The Buddha said: five hundred years ago to tie the knot to come, destined in a previous life is not today. I bowed: if not today is what day?
I decided to go up the mountain and spend the whole day concentrating on you, and then forget all about it when I came down the mountain. So I thought of you when I watched Sakyamuni, when I watched the Eighteen Lohan, and when I watched the Thousand-Handed Goddess of Mercy, hoping to find out the magic formula that would make you love me forever, instead of finally leaving. Your initial deep love in my mind proves over and over again that
You once gave me the warmest affection on this earthly plane. I sigh. Why do I always sigh, you ask? Oh, don't blame me for my favor, don't blame me for my inseparability, don't blame me for using a thousand times to watch out for a cold glance from you. Can you hear my heart's concern: in this life, you and I have only five encounters, if we are not enough to make up 500 glances, in the next life, how will I see you?
Buddha said: all kinds of things in this life are the cause and effect of the previous life.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen her in the world.