This county has beautiful rivers, large rice fields, unknown wild flowers on the roadside, and hard-working villagers. Wenwen would take him to the rice fields to observe the growth of rice, and take him to see the small fish and shrimps in the river. Wenwen's mother always brought out a variety of delicious and beautiful snacks from the kitchen. Wenwen's father would smile and touch his beard and then his belly every time he ate. The villagers he met on the road would nod and smile to him, telling him where the fruits were ripe and ready to eat.
Eight years was worth his memories of the past thirty years. All the darkness is washed away by the sunshine.
Shiyi fell in love with this city. He wanted to grow old with these people in this city.
But the war has arrived.
His life is mediocre, he never gets what he wants, and what he has never lasts long.
This is a feeling I really want to express. The Buddha saves all sentient beings from a high place and is full of compassion. However, he is just helpless when it comes to the world. The Buddha's compassion lies in facing the world of mortals. No one can change, and no one can escape from the world of mortals. Even the Buddha himself, in the world of mortals, is powerless.
So when I wrote about transcending tribulations, I couldn't help myself throughout my life. I couldn't have what I wanted to have. I didn't know what I was pursuing. It felt like I just came to this world once in my life.
Just like a magnificent mountain and river, I have experienced countless people around me, and in the world of mortals, I may have a destiny, or I may have my own destiny. I think I must first let myself not regret this life.
Intention: A person's life is like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, filled with travelers coming and going