"Buddha said: Five hundred times of looking back in the past life are exchanged for one pass by you in this life. Then, I am willing to use every pass by you in this life in exchange for one look back on you in the next life..."
He sighed slightly and held me gently in his arms. "Yu'er," I heard his voice as cold as moonlight slowly blending into the night: "We must not miss the next life..."
Li Shangyin is one of my favorite poets. Some people say that he betrayed himself during the partisanship and was an ungrateful person who did nothing in his life. But I feel that if he really heard about it in the court, then today we will definitely not see so many masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages. Every time I read his poems, I can't help but wonder what kind of passionate person he is that can write such lingering and pathos poems. What kind of love relationship does that woman have with him that makes him miss her so much? . .