What kind of story is hidden behind the flowers on the other side?
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In ancient times, the gods invented everything in the world. I am a touch of purple among the flowers at the foot of the mountain, blooming in the sunshine in July. When there is a breeze, I will smile and swing my petals in the wind, and the flowers will be overflowing.
I am a stubborn little flower, and I often think about why I was born. Is the so-called meaning of life really just swaying in the wind every day and smiling like a flower? Many starry nights, I like to look up at the sky quietly alone. All the other flowers are asleep, eyes closed and happy. Suddenly I feel that my heart is really empty, so I always keep silent in a lonely attitude.
Whenever I look sideways at the dark mountains overhead, I can always see a blue and white stone standing there abruptly, with a firm outline and a dazzling color like ice and snow.
Look at his firmness. He received a credit card bill today and began to feel dizzy again! Suddenly I feel that life is really a very fulfilling and free thing. Everything has life, always has its own reason, what kind of cause is planted, what kind of fruit will be harvested. Life seems full and clear. I didn't know at that time that this obsession with distance was my career.
Seasons change and time flows. Every year when I suddenly wake up from a winter silence, I always look anxiously at the blue-white stone standing halfway up the mountain and whisper to him silently. Have you ever missed me in a deep sleep, waiting for the spring flowers to bloom and meet you again? And for me, are you the warmest redemption or the most docile imprisonment? , New Year;
I know I can't go to him. At the foot of the mountain, I can only gawk at him halfway up the mountain, year after year. Later I thought I could silently look up at him standing in the wind every day. For me, it was really the most extravagant happy time. The hot sun shines on the body, the quiet and dry smell in the air, and the silent and affectionate long-term gaze are similar to a happy state.
This is what I can have forever?
Finally, one day, a sweet female voice told me that the stone that you have looked at for thousands of years is called mending the sky, and it will definitely contribute to heaven in the future. I think you have a crush on him. In the afterlife, I will put you in a circle with him. Whether we can meet again depends on your fate.
Dew ran down my eyes and eyebrows, and I cried happily. The girl sighed and said, incomplete, isn't it a kind of disappointed beauty?
two
On Naihe Bridge, the dream girl asked me, Xiaohua, after you drink this bowl of soup, you are no longer a flower essence, but a real flesh and blood. How many goblins can't be repaired for thousands of years? You are so lucky.
I asked timidly, mother-in-law, will I forget all the memories of my previous life after drinking this bowl of Meng Po Tang?
Of course.
Then can I not drink this bowl of soup?
After a long silence, my mother-in-law put down her bowl and told me that the so-called memories turned out to be tired. I won't compromise you if you insist. It's just that you can't be human
Small flower essence, delusion leads to resentment, and resentment turns into anger. You should think twice.
I hesitated for a long time and finally put down the bowl of warm soup in my hand. Looking at the foot of the mountain for many years has become a beautiful memory that I will never come back. How can we forget that there is no afterlife in this life?
In this life, I am still a humble little flower, growing in the reeds beside the Hanshui River. Many times I will watch herons fly freely in the sky, with a lonely and scattered posture. If I have wings, maybe I can find him. I believe that no matter what he becomes in this life, I will recognize him at a glance. Thousands of years ago, the blue and white stone, which was affectionate, dedicated and outstanding, will never change, with a resolute outline and dazzling color like ice and snow.
I thought the heron was free. I don't know. Freedom has always been a slang word in legend. Only heard of it, never seen it. God in heaven or emperor on earth, which one can really have freedom?
One day, a bamboo pole gently rowed into the reed beside me. I looked up, and it turned out to be a boatman on the ferry.
Behind the boatman sat a handsome son with a feather fan and a black ribbon scarf. The ribbon on the bun flutters like a butterfly in the wind, man! Cherish the "stupid woman" around you. He pointed to the reed next to me and said, This reed is so lush that Hanshui River is really a treasure trove of geomantic omen.
I looked at the swaying reeds around me and had no heart. I have only seen him once in my life, but his eyes are all on me, close at hand, but he only ignores me. What a move! , Tianlong Babu client downloads;
In the days to come, I always looked at the sky alone and imagined him laughing and laughing in the rolling world of mortals. Did he really forget me? Or never remember?
Remembering what my mother-in-law said on Naihe Bridge, my resentment turned into anger. Maybe relaxing is a kind of forgiveness for yourself.
three
This is the first time I have lied in my life. A dream in a hundred years, in a blink of an eye, I once again stood in front of Naihe Bridge and looked at Meng Po.
So there you are, Xiaohua Jing. I remember you. My mother-in-law said to me with a smile.
Grandma, I want to drink this soup this time. Because only by becoming human can I meet him.
Biyang gulped down the soup and put the empty bowl on the table with a clang.
My mother-in-law gave me a meaningful look and said, Xiaohua Jing, you have your life, and many things can't be forced.
Looking at my mother-in-law's sparkling eyes, I left with a guilty conscience. I poured a bowl of soup into my sleeve just now, and there was not a drop. The memory of two worlds is the most unforgettable trace in my life, and it is really a memory that I can't give up.
In fact, delusion and resentment are the comments of others, and I think every feeling deserves respect. It takes a lot of courage to love someone. I'm not afraid of being called superficial and stubborn. I'm afraid you'll suddenly think twice about me. I have been looking forward to it for thousands of years, and I have followed it for thousands of years. I don't expect to be together forever. I just want you to know that I just love you and I have no other intentions.
However, how powerless it is to love someone. If thousands of years of silence and long gaze can only be exchanged for passing you by again and again, can I watch you grow old with another woman? The pain of purgatory is like a knife. III's memory finally became heavy. Please forgive me for being just a humble and plain flower soul.
I am lucky to be a man, a maid and a beauty in my life. Her name is Xiao Qiao, and she is going to marry Zhou Yu, a famous soldier of Wu.
It is said that Zhou Yu is not only young and handsome, but also talented and general. On the night of Xiao Qiao's wedding, Happy Intestine said to me, Ningxiang, my future husband is a famous talented general today. I wonder if a woman like me deserves his life.
I said with a smile, miss America laguna looks beautiful, and Zhou Lang is a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman. It's a perfect match.
When I met my young lady's future husband the next day, I finally knew that I had drunk Meng Po Tang under the guise of being smart. This young Zhou Lang is not the person I have thought about several times. Still outstanding, still resolute face, the same outline as a knife. Feather fan black silk scarf, gentle and delicate, outstanding and proud.
He is Xiao Qiao's beloved husband, and I have been like sisters since childhood. He is a proud and wild hero. I followed him and watched him have sex with another woman. He never looks at me, and my deep nostalgia and admiration are nothing but air-transparent nothingness to him. I really want to tell him that I have finally become a person who can stand by you, but do you remember the sentimental flower soul in your last life?
I really know he doesn't remember me. I miss you so much that it's always just me.
Zhou Lang is proficient in temperament. I often see him close his eyes and listen to musicians, much like the blue and white stone on the hillside, with concentration and affection.
Song is wrong, Gu.
I wish I were a musician playing in Zhoufu, at least I can make him look at me more. But creation tricks people, just like I was not the Hanshui reed he boasted in my last life. I don't know the rhythm, just watching the thin strings tremble violently, just like our fragile fate.
One sunny afternoon, Xiao Qiao was sleeping during the day. I stood motionless at the door of her boudoir, looking dreamily at the sky and recalling the past years over and over again. That was the only thing I had.
Suddenly I heard a warm and gentle voice and asked softly, is she asleep?
I stood here at a loss, stopped for a moment, and then nodded in a hurry. There is a gurgling warm current in my heart, and my breath is rushing quietly.
But he never looks at me. He just looked at the closed door of the room gently, and then casually walked past the fan he was playing with.
I stood as still as a stone statue. Listening to his footsteps drifting away, he finally collapsed on the ground and lost his voice.
Tell yourself in vain, ok. At least he is happy now.
Between talking and laughing, I was exhausted.
I saw the pain of his ambition and his loneliness and pride. But he still didn't look at me, just gently holding Joe's white and slender fingers and smoothing his tight brow.
The person I love is close at hand and far away. My tears flooded all my hopes and fantasies like a river. I'm just a flower soul, and I shouldn't expect anything. My mother-in-law is right. I have a life, and many things can't be forced.
Infatuation breeds resentment, and resentment breeds anger. Even if I don't forget, there is nothing I can do.
The next day, Xiao Qiao found that Ningxiang, the maid who grew up together, died quietly in the room, with a gentle expression, as if she had seen the world of mortals.
All right, all right. At least I didn't see the sadness and loneliness after Zhou Lang and Battle of Red Cliffs. Since ancient times, the war has never been won, but Zhou Lang just didn't get the help of fate. His talent tamed everyone, but he was defeated by fate in the end. He has been invincible, can he stand the desolation and isolation at the end of the song? I think I must be more distressed than him when I see him frustrated. You know how much I hope to come to your side when you are still a blue stone, and use my little lavender body to resist the hot sun and cold wind for you, even if it is only a little bit.
You are the only light in my destiny, illuminating my previous life. It's just that the light is so gorgeous that it finally hurts my eyes.
Perhaps forgetting is also a helpless escape for me. Helpless is better than never meeting in purgatory. My love is too desperate and bitter, and finally turns into a burning flame, which will hurt people after all.
On the Naihe Bridge, my mother-in-law and I met again. The mother-in-law Gherardini said, Xiaohua Jing, you are back.
I looked up and drank the Meng Po soup in the bowl. Grandma, you are right. Memories are just a very tiring thing.
If you had seen through it earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much.
My mother-in-law said with some emotion. Xiaohua Jing, you have suffered for so many years.
I volunteered. Who can blame? Of course it hurts, but loving a person's tenderness is also my harvest. Mother-in-law, I beg you to seal my soul for thousands of years before entering reincarnation. I admire him too much. If we meet again, I'm afraid we still can't escape this tangled fate.
Okay, I promise. My mother-in-law patted me on the forehead and said.
see
It went out.
Indulging in debauchery
remember
I am standing
The ends of the earth hear the sound of soil germination.
Waiting for epiphyllum to bloom again
Leave fragrance to the years.
The other shore; The bank opposite.
No lighthouse
I still looked at him.
White hair at night
Grab my torch.
He came, and I said to myself
I'm not afraid.
I love him very much.
Tears blurred my eyes. Looking up, I seem to see the humble flowers on the other side swaying in the wind alone, looking back at the way they came, year after year.
It's all spent.