Father God once said with a hint of disgust that with his cold temperament, he deserved to live a painless life for the rest of his life. He believed that but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Until that day, the dazzling crimson color under the whirling tree caught my eyes. Is it calamity or destiny? It was no longer within his control.
That woman was cruel and cunning, like an evil Rakshasa from hell, but she was also charming, smart, and as bright as a flower blooming in spring.
He was disgusted with her bloodiness and her fickleness, but he was blinded by her capriciousness. From then on, the plain whiteness, tranquility and long-term tranquility lost their taste.
Some scenery is so beautiful that once you see it, vines seem to grow like crazy and cling to your eyes, spreading to your heart and never getting rid of them.
Then, the person who was stalking him all day long suddenly left. All the entanglement was just for her unspeakable bond.
He never thought that he would chase someone to the end of the world, but indeed, Huawan was gone, and his heart was empty.
And then, he had never seen anyone as transparent and fair as her, nor had he ever seen such a paranoid fool.
The Buddha said that the other shore has no life, no death, no suffering, no sorrow, no desires and no pursuits. It is a paradise where all suffering is forgotten. Isn't it only by reaching the other shore that you can find a star of light in your heart?