"The young man died protecting the temple, and the rich girl gave up her life for love."
It was meant to be like this from the beginning.
Can't we chase each other for ten lifetimes in exchange for staying together for one lifetime?
Can the obsession of life after life be broken and be fulfilled?
Under the old pine tree, beside the green pond, there are turbulent undercurrents, crazy men and women. .
He turned and left, just like the scenery that day, with clear clouds and clear wind. This time, I am wearing the stars and the moon, and there is a bright or dark moon on my shoulders. I am walking in the corridor that is getting brighter and darker, and my figure is suddenly bright and dark.
There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream.
Reading a big novel is like having someone beside you slowly narrating the past, and time seems to stand still.
I thought that I only know how to let go of the past. Buddha has become a habit, and it is also an attachment in the ten directions.
We all miss you and it's great to have you back.
Sigh~~~~Name the ten directions, encompassing the heaven and the earth, how can you stand outside the directions?
The world of mortals that cannot be escaped
"The young man died protecting the temple, and the rich girl gave up her life for love." It was meant to be like this from the beginning.
Can't we chase each other for ten lifetimes in exchange for staying together for one lifetime?
Can the obsession of life after life be broken and be fulfilled?
Under the old pine tree, beside the green pond, there are turbulent undercurrents, crazy men and women. .
He turned and left, just like the scenery that day, with clear clouds and clear wind. This time, I am wearing the stars and the moon, and there is a bright or dark moon on my shoulders. I am walking in the corridor that is getting brighter and darker, and my figure is suddenly bright and dark.
There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream.
Reading a big novel is like having someone beside you slowly narrating the past, and time seems to stand still.
I thought that I only know how to let go of the past. Buddha has become a habit, and it is also an attachment in the ten directions.
We all miss you and it's great to have you back.
Sigh~~~~Name the ten directions, encompassing the heaven and the earth, how can you stand outside the directions? The world of mortals that cannot be escaped