Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so where can it cause dust.
Although the world of mortals is good, it is not easy to stay for a long time. There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore.
The sixth day of June is a good time to get married, pray for blessings, and ask for heirs. It is an auspicious day. The sun outside is shining brightly. Suddenly, you can hear the sound of drums, gongs and suonas outside. Even if the window is closed, light squeezes into the house like every opening. Even light can penetrate everywhere, let alone people?
Wearing a wedding dress with a totem bird on a red background and gold threads, and colorful tasseled phoenix and tiger-head shoes placed at my feet, I looked at the furnishings in the house lifeless, the red sandalwood windows were blown slightly by the wind and made a creaking sound, and the boudoir was flickering, which was very similar to my mood at this time.
With the poisonous wine right in front of me, I let out a long sigh. Isn't it a bit hasty to choose to end my already short life on such a day? But I know my heart can't survive today, so what's the use of this body? It would be better to go to hell as early as possible.
I think back to the first time you and I met on the street seven years ago. I picked up the jasper pendant your mother left for you. Buddha said: It takes five hundred years of looking back at the previous life to pass by in this life.
We exchanged five hundred years of looking back at our previous lives for seven years of love. Love? I exchange my heart and love, and you exchange my heart and love.