May the sun rise tomorrow morning as usual, and may you and I grow up in the sun as always.
The afterglow of sunset permeates the woods. The white birds want to spend the last layer of golden body towards the sun. I am silent and miss the sounds of nature: the halo above the head is like the bell of the Zen Temple, the low murmur in the distance, the flowers, palms, tide and newborn babies in the deep, such as the veins of the palm are clear, when the chest beats more and more slowly, On that day, you suddenly asked me the meaning of love, just like the wind in this night. At that time, the glow faded away, and my eyes melted in the night.
Buddha beads, swords and corpses, among the green and yellow leaves everywhere, I will do the last Dharma for your soul. May you wash away all sins in the next life, and may you and I drink another bottle of rice wine under the Bodhi tree in the next life.
The starry sky begins to weave a dream. You lie there quietly, naked and not incomplete. Tonight you will forget the hatred, and tonight the fire will take you to the glass lamp.
Tears and smoke are ringing in my ears. The voice of the river is singing an elegy for you on the journey you have traveled. I think you can hear it, such as the scriptures I recite for you.
You once said that the night is like a burning fire. One day you will die in the fire, afraid and afraid of the sun. Only in the fire can you embrace. At that moment, it is all ashes, all ashes.
I stood silent in the night with the wind in my arms, the broad robes and the woods rustled
The flood came like a unicorn, and the quiet village was about to face a migration. Under the dark clouds, the pregnant woman and her husband took their three-year-old son to the sky to pray for the last time. In their eyes, the south is now sunny and spring is warm.
The heavy rain was ripped open by thunder and lightning, and the rumbling thunder danced in the dark night. On the grass in the water, they walked barefoot through countless paths that were once familiar with the misty now. When they looked back with deep eyes, there was nothing in the distance except the distance. The world seemed calm in the dark, but the hidden surge had just begun.
In the rush and cold water, the woman felt the restless surge from another life. We came from the water and were destined to be born in the water, which may be the so-called destiny in the dark.
A primitive desire in the womb is like a fish in the potential water. One day, it was tired of swimming. It was full of flowers on the ground where Yuanling floated. Legend has it that we were attracted by flowers, broke free from the water and jumped out of the water.
The husband watched anxiously beside the woman. Under a big tree, there was a big river in front of him. When the child was over, the water would fill one's soul.
The blood drips slowly, the red blood is mixed with rain and hope, and everything is quiet. The world holds its breath and listens to the call of life, to the advice, and to all living beings in a moment.
A snake scale cursed by the Lord twisted its body, and it was doomed to hate women from generation to generation. The smell of blood touched the flame of its revenge, and it swam toward the tree.
Premature creatures dragged long umbilical cords, as if they wanted to stop for a while before leaving the workshop where they were conceived.
The husband stood beside his wife and paced back and forth. The wife's pale face and soon drowned voice and love actually grew in the same heart.
The snake had already reached the place where it ignited its anger and opened its bloody heart. Stupid snake! You can only use your short-sighted eyes to harm those poor people who have nothing to do with you!
The husband was stunned. He felt that a fire wanted to spend his life in an instant. He suddenly remembered the stars in the sky. When there was a newborn, one would fall gently. He wanted to hear the cry of newborn.
The baby is born! With the living body of his father!
In tears, the woman broke the umbilical cord connecting the baby and looked at the baby gently. At this moment, you need to grow up independently.
There was another child who kept his eyes open that night. Maybe he could not fully understand when he was born or died, but soon fate will take him to experience everything in the universe and your eyes will get eternal life from the sun.
The woman tore off her clothes as a swaddling pad for her children. The collapse of childbirth has left her powerless to bury her husband's body. There is also a big river that she has to cross with living and newborn children.
The water has risen to the neck level, the river is roaring, the sky city is on the other side of the river, and all dreams and hopes seem to be within reach, but often hang far away in the sky.
The mother held the second son in her hands to wade in the water, while the eldest son watched the slow figure in the river with wide eyes and was told to wait quietly. The ruthlessness of water never stopped flowing because of love. The hard breathing made her walk hard, like the flame shaking for the soul candlestick. Opposite was a piece of grass, a little green. The newborn baby spread out and was placed on the grass with a pair of big hands. The mother turned away, and another child had been overwhelmed by the sudden thunder. Calling was the transmission of mutual love. The mother in the middle of the water was exhausted, and no one could question the greatness of a mother. Between birth and death, she passed through the tunnel of spirit. But, on the other side of the road to victory, the eldest son lost patience at the foot of the door, Running towards the mother with arms outstretched, the water passed away in a hurry with too late waiting!
A group of wolves patrolled around in this stormy night with the will of God. God gave them strong desire for life and sharp teeth to travel through the wilderness and walk towards all living breath.
The mother had no time to turn around and heard the howling of wolves in the sky. She ran in the water trembling and crazy. She saw a wolf carrying a child like a torn piece of meat walking away. The last hope fell with her body in the water!
This night is full of murderous and bloody, love and hope, new life and death. No one can tell you why we came to this world, and why we died so easily. Only wind, only rain, only thunder and lightning record everything that happened here in the past time. Everything and everything like wind, rain, thunder and lightning pass away in a hurry. There is no eternity except the sun!
The eldest son sank into the water and had a dream. At first, there was boundless darkness in the dream. Then the pillars of light came from all directions like sharp swords with cold light. He felt weak and painful, and shouted in all directions. When the cry became weaker and weaker, he could not support himself. Then the world suddenly opened, and he saw the orchard of his hometown, The green leaves swayed in the wind, and people were crowded all around. He wanted to identify faces, but he could only feel familiar or unfamiliar people rushing by, and the mountain peak stood there. He saw ants climbing up the mountain, birds riding buffalo flapping their wings, grass spreading around the pool, and then a familiar voice shouted behind him, He turned his head, and there was no one around. The sun was growing overhead, and the rain was pouring down. A small fish was jumping on a smooth rock. When the orchard reached the top of the mountain, he was hungry and hungry. The apple he touched was crisp and sweet, and he felt satisfied. The rainbow shone on him and made him feel warm. He tried to run aimlessly by the river, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He felt tired, so he found a place to lie down, and the flowers and pebbles he touched danced on his heart. He closed his eyes, felt the wind with fragrance, and felt sleepy in another dream
The second son made a trip with the wolf. He only felt that the smelly saliva made him hard to breathe. He wanted to shout, but his chest was too stuffy to make a sound. He passed through the barren mountains and mountains in the teeth of the wolf faintly, and then was thrown into the gloomy darkness, where the damp was smooth and the smell was strong. There was a female wolf who had just given birth to her cub, Green eyes wrapped with cold light.
The mother wolf stared at the second son and bit off his leg. The pain woke him and his comatose voice. This was the only two times he cried in his life, once in life and once in death. He opened his eyes and fell into despair. The crystal pupils magnified the terror.
The cry that shook from the chest scared the unprepared female wolf. The wolf was the messenger of God and was destined to die because of God's desire to slander him. This wish made the female wolf have the innate pity of the species, and maybe miracles arise from this pity.
The female wolf came to his side again, licked his wound with her tongue stained with his calf blood, and the crying stopped suddenly. The female wolf lay down like a docile bitch, sending the juice of life with the nipples of the newborn wolf. From the beginning of his birth, this was the first sumptuous dinner in his life.
The wilderness is quiet and quiet. Maybe God will laugh at this time. All this is his arrangement. The two lifelines will start again at this time. Never mistake the will of God. Maybe this is just another arrangement. The dead ancestors also ask you to rest in peace, and one day they will meet you, and then listen to this strange journey quietly!
The sun shines on the shallow water on the river beach, beside the messy stones, and the eldest son has not yet awakened. The hot wind whistled, blowing green weeds, white flowers and just plucked dog tail grass.
The sky is filled with blue clouds and orioles are singing. After the flood, the temporary peace attempts to cover up the cruelty of unbridled, but time will not forget all the singularity.
I met a woman who was your childhood sweetheart. At that time, she walked far away on the bank under the sun, carrying a bamboo basket, singing a secluded song, standing in front of you in plain clothes, holding you and shouting at you.
Many years later, when I sit on the pagoda, I will still remember that there was a girl at noon. At that time, the cold light brought water, the bell murmured, and white cranes flew across the lake surrounded by sunset clouds. I watched the world mingle pain and happiness, and retreat into nirvana.
