During the Santai Rebellion that day, she saw a pair of silent eyes in the obscure rain curtain. Although her body was so thin, she could withstand the criticism of thousands of historians.
Like the lantern lantern in the long river of time, he pushed away all the dark clouds that shrouded the Qingming with his irresistible power.
Wen Chun always remembers the first time he saw him standing in the wind on the top of Pocang Mountain, with his white clothes flying, his rugged back like a green pine, clear and clear. But it happened to be such a person who led her to the majestic chess game, introduced her to the literary heart and history, and destroyed the entire vast world.
There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like grinding.
"Have you ever had any regrets?"
"No."
At that moment, she understood that this person was her shackles, the glimmer of light on the bodhi tree, and the flower of the high mountain that she would pull down from the altar until her death. Wen Chun wanted him to leave the Buddha's heart, cut off his compassion, and fall into the chaotic world.
Clear the clouds and see the fog, and the day will appear.
We can finally look forward to the spring of Santai.
Intention: Use history as a mirror and use the Tao to prove the Tao