Destiny Wishes for Heaven

All of us are not natives of heaven, we are not born anywhere, and we will never be able to live in it for a long time... In the end, you will also find that the pursuit of this life is just constantly hovering in the air, up and down, and the moments closest to happiness may only be taking off and landing... But what we are pursuing is that time and time again circling, time and again approaching, time and time again feeling that we have touched happiness, feeling that we have entered the paradise of destiny again and again. In such a life, all hardships come with joy, blood and tears are intertwined. Each fragment is like a leaf, clipped into a book, painted into a poem, left in the soil of time, constantly turning the pages, constantly corrupting, and finally the remaining silence becomes a piece of music alone, gradually dissipating with the breeze. In such a hurry and long years, a life has passed by... Huangquan has been guarding it for three thousand years, only saying that lovesickness is unpredictable, the world of mortals is bitter, the most painful is lovesickness, separation is far away, and the farthest is yin and yang. Eventually the cause and effect are dispersed and the calamity is over. The two meet and part again. They sigh on the Naihe Bridge and finally return to the mortal world as yellow mud. The mortal world is far away and the mortal world is bitter. The mortal world passes by slowly, and the beauty finally passes away. Beside Huangquan Road, patches of bright red Manzhushahua are like the roaring clouds of the setting sun, like the blood shed by the cry of cuckoos. They are bright red, as if the fire of karma is burning. The petals are crystal clear and coquettish, shining brightly. Among the flowers, a reincarnation fruit grows.