The acacia I heard was, "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River." Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. The galloping is endless.
The lovesickness I heard was "I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi." "Persistent for love.
The lovesickness I heard is "from love to worry, from love to fear", it is best not to see, it is better not to love, "walking on thin ice is still falling step by step.
The ancients wrote all their lovesickness in poetry!
The acacia I heard was Faye Wong singing in a low voice: "I haven't boiled the red beans into lingering wounds for you." Then share together, you will better understand the sad ...... of lovesickness”
The "Acacia" I heard again was the theme song of the fairy drama "Journey to the West" that accompanied many people's childhood. Unfortunately, I have never seen or heard of it.
Modern people use songs to express the pain of lovesickness!
The king of the daughter country never spoke, "Quietly ask the holy monk, is the daughter beautiful, is the daughter beautiful?" ”。According to the farewell, Tang Seng rode a white dragon horse, and the four masters and apprentices went to the sky and went all the way to the west. He didn't look back, she didn't stay.
Tang Sanzang went to the western heavens, asked the Buddha for the true scriptures, and purified all sentient beings. left love to the king of the daughter country, and regret to the audience.
Who came to me in my dreams? Who is it that brought you to me? I would like to use that pure wish to deeply love you ......Tang Sanzang planted the seeds of acacia in the heart of the passionate Tianzhu girl, and the acacia became a love that was just beginning to bloom.
The most willing to forget the poetry of the ancients, the most disdainful is lovesickness. I came to see the red beans bloom in the spring, but I didn't see a lover to pick ......"Laughing at that amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. Between the giggles, tears have already flowed into the eyes. It's a pity that the man didn't know that the spring breeze was not as good as you, and the lovesickness had fallen into the bones.
You and I are mortals, still in the red dust. You are about to become a god, and you still have a mortal heart. She burns incense and prays, and meets in the next life. You turn mountains and rivers to pagodas, and meet her in this life. Before the Buddha, he had promised the reincarnation of three lives and three lives, just to meet.
You are the Buddha**, the rules and precepts, the ancient Buddha of the green light, only for all sentient beings. She suddenly looked back, and the sea of people was up and down.
That glance for ten thousand years is the lotus flower that finally turned into the Buddha. I want to become a Buddha, and there is no demon in the world. You shed a tear and turned into mountains and rivers, stars and seas, just for the common people.
This world is full of fireworks, everything in the world. How to live up to it?