Buddha in front of me are a Qinglian, a quiet shower, quietly split at the micro-River. Almost static crystal clear water. Buddha, he mapped outis earthly joys and sorrows. So, I usually look at those men and women, laughing, crying, fun, and sadness with. I do not understand why they always laugh when the little cry many times, when the fun little sad many times. I asked the Buddha, the Buddha show tender affection for the said to me life is a living practice, only after the walk out from the illusions can. I still do not understand, I do not need to understand the Buddha. More often, I will quietly split with the micro,, watch the rain, drunk on.
I still remember that morning, had never seen the scene appears in front of me. Faint, blue, gentle things lightly over the entireRiver, with the show tender affection for me, as I tend to watch the Buddha. I can remember only a low voice of the Buddha said,,. I do not understand this term. Ask me what is Buddha, Buddha, it is foggy. I asked the Buddha, what is, Buddha watched the show tender affection for me, as it fog with me in general, saying that I always have to understand one day.
Buddha in front of me are a Qinglian, quietly watching the world, day after day, watching so many people at a meeting of the cycle to repeat the story of a past life. I do not understand why there is opportunity in their front, they Unwilling to give up worldly affairs. I asked the Buddha, the Buddhashow tender affection of the water around me and said you blooming beauty of it.
I quietly blooming atRiver on a year over the past year, looking at the separation from the world and, I do not know too many years, perhaps decades, are perhaps hundreds of years. Finally one day, I am Buddha, I want to go to the world. Show tender affection for the Buddha is still looked at me, asked me if I decide true Well, go around the world to leave him. Actually, I do not know, I just looked at the Buddha. Buddha softly said, are destined to escape the. Buddha,not let me drink the river water, so I will reserve my memory here. Buddha, he would take me back. Buddha, when I really get a person39s love when I come back on. Buddha, the world will not let me be the tarnish and harm. IBuddha, what is love. I want to put the Buddha in the palm, sending me into the Red.
Me as a person, a woman. Mother told me, with me that in the summer, the village before the big pond Lianchi a sudden a lot of flowers a Purse, I was born the morning, full lotus, so check the name of my father give Handan. Mother also said that after the birth of my third day, there is a high monk Daoxing look at me, saying that I have wisdom, have said … … your mother, father39s vision can be stopped. I did not ask, I just listened to the silence. I know that I was in front of a Buddha Qinglian. I did not tell father and mother.
I prefer a touch of purple, I can think of atRiver, I was a touch of purple. I often recall that, breeze, Youtong bamboo and moon. I am usually in the afternoon when the village before the big pond to see a TV drama series over the lotus pond.
I still remember that was a summer afternoon, I sat under the willow tree, willowthat there is five hundred years of age, and I know that in fact it has 800-year-old, and it also know that the Buddha in front of me are Green Lin, every time I go, it will talk to me, I looked at it over the lotus pond, quietly, as I split time as the original Micro.
I can still remember that there is a breeze, blowing my skirt Durian, at blocking the wind blowing through my hair and my eyes, the one Looking back to see him, dressed him wearing a normal hit, as hundreds of years ago that fog, faint. When he saw me, hands out the book at the ground, I have forgotten to turn around and have been watching him. Gently until the willow with its branches of the wind blowing through my arm, I only think of,, women can not do so. I put a skirt, go for the rush. That year, my fourteen-year-old.
Then I see the flowers when the usually encountered on him, slowly, I know, he told Green. He was always holding book, then watch me flowers, he read books, I know him also watch me, are mine told Willow. Slowly, we began to speak, he taught me a lot of things, he taught my first palaeoweathering is Jianjia gray, Bailu for the cream, the so-called Iraq, … … at the water side of him are usually read off Guanju Gurim , at River Island, My Fair Lady,. … … Then back and Prada Hand Bags forth on the, Wu Mei Si clothes, carefree carefree,. I do not understand what that means. I just have that morning feeling like that fog hugging. Then one day, he looked at me somewhat tense, stretched out his hand, said to me life and death of mutual covenant in width, Prada UK with the sub- Executive son39s hand, and sub-. I actually do not know, I just feel that the sentence when saying, like the Buddha speak generally normal to me. So I know that this person is the Buddha for my election. So, I gently, and laid his hands on his hands. That year, my 16-year-old, 22-year-old Green.
Green said that the first Liye, after Chengjia. Father and mother of his very satisfied, but also agree with him. Two for us to do a wine betrothal. I do not quite understand why everyone looks very happy with the normal kind of glad they do not quite the same. Mother began teaching me some things that are within the woman. I see a lotus days less. Willow told me, without me, Hawthorn become very lonely. Lonely, what is this, I do not quite understand. My life does not happen too much change.
In my eighteen years old, I am married to a Green.
I am very good on the Green. He always came back as soon as possible to accompany me, him and I usually back home, playing chessmother hurts me, not to me under the cabinet. I watch Dad and Green playing chess. Green always the father, Green has taught me chess, I can see the Green is the father so clever. Green39s a lot of business, he is always light atradical book. I can only give his side a cup of tea, give him. Every time, Green is always put down the pen, put me hold him at arms, put his head against my shoulders, gently in my earLotus, Lotus. Green likes to call me Lotus, said that his Lotus. He said that my body has Lianxiang faint. It does not know that I was originally in front of the Buddha Qinglian.
Those days, I never thought the day before at Dover.
My day off was very calm, but gradually, the village that I had someone start. Yes Willow told me. The reason is that I did not give Green a child. I find it very strange that my original duo Qinglian, why have children? Green did not say anything, but I also have to see him sigh. Have asked my mother, I do not know anything. I think the heart is no longer the calm. I start back at the daysRiver. I remember that the Buddha once told me that if I really got a love of people, he came to pick me. May be what is right time to do so. I asked Willow, have not seen the Buddha, Willow said nothing. I am not aware that time is running out of willow. Originally I would like to ask Willow, what is the love. So I did not ask.
On that day, put my mother home, did not say anything. Green also did not come back. I find it rather surprising, the father just looked at me and sigh, and occasionally cried my first name, Handan. I have heard there is to marry the joy of the village voice, as when I am married to Green. I find it strange, but nothing question, I, want to look at the flowers, my mother had wanted to stop, but her father stopped just told me, remember to come back for dinner. I find it strange why not let me go home, me and the Green39s home, but I said nothing, only nodded.
Instead of summer, nothing Hetang Lane, Willow also had a lot of aging, senescence, this is me to the world only learned. The sun39s very strange color, red, willow said that red is very sad, sad what I do not know. I remember very clearly, on that red, the green body that normal hit, Iclosure of the normal hit him, change is very clear. He flew to my side, hugging me, I am very surprised that the Green are gentle and can hold me hold the. He cried over and over again Me, Lotus, Lotus, Lotus mine. One of my motionless in his arms, only to feel the heartbeat of this very strange. It was not clear from the Green raving, I know, hisbecause I did not give Green a child, so to give the Green concubinage, Green or not, do not sayhis concubines on a break. Today is the day of concubines, but he escaped. He said his wife, only me. Of listening to me quietly. I have a strange feeling, I left at around Green day is running out. As I know that time is running out of the willow like.
Later, Green did not concubines, hisdid not say anything else. I do not know them in the end what has been said. I dislike more and more go out occasionally to Hetang go around, we can only see more and more debilitating willow, I can not help it. I remember that the Buddha said, everything is scheduled to have a few, and do not expect. Green39s job more and more dissatisfied with his treatment are usually late into the night. I still give him tea, give him, he usually put me over in his arms, breathe in my Taste. However, we are no longer on the poetry of the lyrics. My memory beginning at the next lights at Riverday.
Still later, Green is sometimes not go home. He began to change in the haggard. Haggard, Willow are talking about., I lost a lot of. I faint on the mother smiled, said nothing. In fact, I learned from other people39s conversations in the know, the last concubine satisfied give Green, Greenat home, even though Green was not present, or into the Green to the door. I also know that Green sometimes did not come back, that is, living inhim home. Wait for me start the Buddha came to pick me, why can not Florence COME ah.
That day, I remember it was summer, because I saw the flowers back. Because they do not know the Green will be back, so I do not have to cook. Door suddenly rang, I thought it was the Green back, get out to meet him. Who knows, it is a woman, very pretty, wearing a light red. Her eyes are also red. On seeing me, her eyes a further outflow of water, she kept saying, are you are you, are you living in the Green heart, you always have been, although I have not seen you can be Only you, only possible to live in the Green heart. Since you have, I can only make his concubine, because you, I married him three years, henot touch me, because you are because you. Why do not you give him a child? In this way, can also cut off my idea, I will be able to do so have illusions. I did not understand, I just kept looking at the water streaming from her eyes out, I know, called tears. She grabbed his hair and repeatedly said that I love him, love him, I ah, I prefer just to do his concubine, I can put up with him do not touch me, but he did not even look me look, look all ah I do not watch. I stepped forward, trying to revive her hair from her out of the hands of solutions, she suddenly grabbed my arm, you love the Green? If you love him, why not give him a child? Do you know, he called the first name are you? Lotus. I was terrified.
This time, Green returned, the urgent rush like a kicked her, and put me in his arms. Told her that you go. Wow, she39s crying, or gone. Greenme into the house, looked at me in a hurry, the interpretation of incoherent. I know that he is for me, if not for me not to lose, he will not accept the name of the concubine. He looked at me anxious, repeatedly said that the Lotus, my wife only you, Lotus, Lotus. I gentlyof his head and let him slowly quiet down. Green39s normal hit, or if I can make that piece, I slowly smiled on him. Green has once again stretched out to him my hand and said life and death of mutual covenant in width, with the sub- Executive son39s hand, and sub-. I slowly stretched out to him my hand, on at this time, I suddenly heardlong absence, I know, the Buddha came to pick me. I watched his body slowly start transparent, whereas the Green39s expression suddenly changed stunned as he was not, are grieved, he held out his hand, want to adopt me, but he can not be near me. Finally I told him I was in front of a Buddha Qinglian.
That year, my 24-year-old, three-year-old Green.
Buddha in front of me are a Qinglian, has returned toRiver, accompanied by quiet. I am familiar with looking at the riverclear, the wind Chhnang, slender bamboo, bringing the month, gently stretch of its own. Buddha Lightthe water around me, show tender affection, I take you back. I saw the hands ofBuddha, one less.
After the initial. I start watching habitsRiver, watching the world39s. I saw Green. Sky day on the ground a year, how long my back? Green haggard, and right, Willow teach my word haggard. Normal hit or dressed, standing in front of the village next to the Hetang, watching over the lotus pond. Suddenly my heart to feel a speechless, my petal, the one falling, floating in the river.
Every day that goes by the Green a little bit of aging, that my memory of the thread did not accompany the woman at his side. Him all year round every day to Hetang. Through myRiver, the looked at him silently. What the Buddha never said that I only watched the show tender affection for me. I have only said that the Buddha once said to me with atime for a decade, can be ofwas unable to untie. Green a little bit of the old way, I feel that the heart has been full of the bulge, and I suddenly think, if I or the people, it will certainly called tears streaming water.
On that day, I remember very clearly, faint, blue, soft gentle fog enveloped the entireRiver, with the show tender affection for me, as my generalGreen, I remember very clearly, mist, there is the Green39s voice, softme, Lotus, Lotus mine. I laughed slightly,the bloom, and tell me all of the fragrance, I know, I finally understand. Buddha once said that five hundred years the same boat repair, maintenance Millennium Sleeping. We are on the river atforged a cause, but we do not have enough time to repair. Show tender affection for my Buddha, with aup for our lack of time. My splendid bloom, and leisurely at the Green Mist, my love at the Green Mist.
Greengo afteras quiet as ever river clear, the river is full of beautiful Qinglian petals, fragrant as a whole before the Buddha, leaving only a lotus, a slightly. Chi-yee, silly child, the Buddha show tender affection for the sigh, and reach out to lotus. Such as a drop of tears falling into the hands of Buddha lotus hands, LinglongSinorama Shuo-yin, acemented.
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About the author a rainy night butterflies, Beijing. 82 was born, congenital heart disease, in 2001, 8.18 at day go to Japan for medical treatment died on plane.