What night will it be again?
The writing style is very light, but the heart is very sincere
It's not that I woke up to the sound of Fan Ming, but that I saw my own heart clearly and no longer doubted it.
Everyone is a Buddha, it's just that the Buddha has a mortal body, misrecognizes others, and does not believe in himself
A cup of tea, a rain, a lotus, a gust of wind
It was never explained, but everyone understood. Subconsciously, Xia Jia habitually squatted down and looked into the children's eyes, and He Xi also habitually tilted his head.
I never left, just because you believed
A few sounds of tea being poured into the cup came in the distance, and suddenly I forgot what night it was and what night it was. I was so drunk in the heavy rain that I didn't know my way back.
A quote from Feng Wei: All things are born in the heart, and destiny is the human heart.
. If the human heart is respectable, destiny cannot be feared.
As soon as he was lured over
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