Love is separated, resentment and hatred meet, and what you seek cannot be achieved.
Buddhism and justice, how can they not be in this world?
"Have you ever been tempted? Even for a moment? Even for a moment."
Probably there were, many years ago, in the spring flowers and autumn scenery in the forest under the wanton sunshine, in the youthful romance of not knowing what Buddha was.
"Monks don't lie."
Then quit Buddhism!
She had been a living being, and he loved all living beings. Later, if she is no longer a living being, then she will be waiting for her return in a certain corner of the world.
The once-famous silver-white Zen staff slowly accumulated dust behind the house, and the ornately carved patterns were gradually worn smooth and rounded, and eventually became blurry and unrecognizable.
I have knelt before the Buddha thousands of times in my life and recited sutras countless times.
This time, I will not repent to the Buddha.
This time, I want to confess to the person I love deeply,
Confess to the one I love the most.
The article is very short, but after reading it, I feel like I have a long aftertaste. Just when I was about to start holding back my tears, I suddenly saw that the little girl was the reincarnation of Shiba, and suddenly I felt less uncomfortable.
Our story is tragic, but fortunately it can be remedied and fortunately we are willing to wait for reincarnation. After walking on the Naihe Bridge and coming back, I used a blank memory to fall in love with this smelly monk seriously and without any worries.
That's great!
Love is separated, resentment and hatred meet, and what you seek cannot be achieved. Buddhism and justice, how can they not be in this world? "Have you ever been tempted? Even for a moment? Even for a moment." Probably there were, many years ago, in the spring flowers and autumn scenery in the forest under the wanton sunshine, in the youthful romance of not knowing what Buddha was. "Monks don't lie." Then quit Buddhism! She had been a living being, and he loved all living beings. Later, if she is no longer a living being, then she will be waiting for her return in a certain corner of the world. The once-famous silver-white Zen staff slowly accumulated dust behind the house, and the ornately carved patterns were gradually worn smooth and rounded, and eventually became blurry and unrecognizable. I have knelt before the Buddha thousands of times in my life and recited sutras countless times. This time, I will not repent to the Buddha. This time, I want to confess to the person I love deeply, Confess to the one I love the most. The article is very short, but after reading it, I feel like I have a long aftertaste. Just when I was about to start holding back my tears, I suddenly saw that the little girl was the reincarnation of Shiba, and suddenly I felt less uncomfortable. Our story is tragic, but fortunately it can be remedied and fortunately we are willing to wait for reincarnation. After walking on the Naihe Bridge and coming back, I used a blank memory to fall in love with this smelly monk seriously and without any worries. That's great!