(Di Lian Yan IX).
Three-inch red leaves, from red to wither. If you go down retrograde, find the main body of the tree, and cut open the tree to see the tree's growth rings, only to find that the growth rings are wide and narrow, the more bitter and dry the age, the narrower the distance between the growth rings, but also because of those sufferings make that circle of growth rings appear more compact, what have they experienced?
Inscription. Winter is coming, and everything is silent. In the dark sky, the stars are lonely. The vast universe, the vast sea of people, what are you thinking at the moment?
In these tense years, some people are singing: I heard you say, the morning sun rises and falls, the sun and rain are unpredictable, and the road is full of footsteps. Looking up at the somewhat gray sky, maybe Wuhan was blooming like blood at that time, and the remnant sun was like fire. In that cold winter season, the cold air in the distant villages was in the air, and crows were dancing. Confusion was written on people's faces and they didn't know what was going to happen next.
Once, it was at that time when the flowers bloomed, you promised. When we get there, we will get together, and you will talk about how you were miserable in your childhood, how you were abducted, how you married someone, how you were strong, and how you became a righteous policeman, resolute and resolute, and able to go three days and three nights without sleeping while on duty.
Later, before it was over, you fell on the way to fight, and there was no follow-up. Your ashes, I don't know where to put it, because it's too far away, and I don't know the address, so I had to find a quiet corner and secretly write you a letter and a bunch of money papers during the Midyear Festival last year. With the paper ash rolled up by the heat wave in the air against the wind, I looked down in silence, and looked up quietly as they danced and seemed to fly to the moon, and sure enough, they were the most beautiful places.
You once said that in the future, when you are tired, you will find a sparsely populated place, find a pure land in the world, and live a life without conflict with the world. After speaking, he smiled slightly, and half a dimple swept on his face. But I was thinking that the Pure Land may only exist in everyone's heart. In what kind of place can people and viruses never find you. Even where the old monk is, even a monk with boundless mana can't bear it. The silence of that time represented the end of the youthful youth.
This time, it's up to me to carry the weight. Yes, in a dangerous environment, you may be able to better appreciate how beautiful the remnant sun is like blood, and you can also see how charming and amazing the thousands of figures who are carrying the same weight as you are. If you only have this life, why bother turning your head again, just do it! In this cold winter, bow your head and be silent, and recall your tenderness again.
After all, in the contest between life and death, poignancy and amazement are always accompanied by the most real. In this life, I am fortunate to be an outlaw who fights for my life, and I feel that it is really exciting and my life is amazing when I think about it. Being crowned with a sacred mission in the context always awakens the most sincere soul in a person's heart.
In life, you have to experience something meaningful, because you can laugh and cry when you are in pain, not because you are really fragile enough to cry.