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2. Murong Xuecun:

Many years later, I miss the demon of Taohualin very much. I know, as a "Buddha", this is very inappropriate. I should forget everything, all love and hate, sadness and joy, achievements and ideals.

But I know that even if I forget myself, when the Na Xia rainbow blows past my window, I will still think of that beautiful face, those transparent eyes and the singing like a silver bell three thousand years ago. -The love story of Tang Priest

We didn't realize this was a game. We were so devoted, cried and laughed, but we didn't realize until the end that everything was illusory. All the mountains, all the water, all the monsters and ghosts on the way to learn the scriptures are all a blind eye set by the Tathagata. -The love story of Tang Priest

After becoming a Buddha, the world was silent. Light the lamp, put it out, the world will become bright, and all the scriptures will help you forget. Forget the past, forget yourself, forget the scripture itself.

Seeing separation from desire, always having leisure, practicing meditation deeply, and gaining five magical powers.

Seeing the Bodhisattva again, An Chan put his hands together and praised the various dharma kings with thousands of poems.

Goodbye, Bodhisattva. I am wise enough to ask the Buddhas. I have knowledge and persistence.

See Buddha again, ...

I read it gently, feeling myself farther and farther away. Songs are dimly scattered among the stars, and the flowers on the earth are withered and sad, just like the breeze in the ear. -The love story of Tang Priest

I know everything I see in my eyes is an illusion. If there is a gust of wind, everything will disappear without a trace. In 3000 years, many kingdoms were destroyed, many cities were abandoned, and the face of the secular world changed through vicissitudes, leaving no trace. Whether you persist or give up, the final outcome is the same, and physical reincarnation is futile. -The love story of Tang Priest

I didn't know where I should go until today. It was difficult to become a Buddha, but I became one; It's easy to dream, but for thousands of years, I can't go back to that dream. -The love story of Tang Priest

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

Cry for whom, laugh for whom, let time pass.

Which enters the phase, which becomes Buddha and immortal, and finally loess or light smoke.

And died fishing outside, with a green bamboo pole in his hand.

Don't ask Qingqing where she's going. She turned around and saw the Peach Blossom Fairy. ...................................................................................................................................................

I saw myself flying in the sky, the cloud picture kept changing, meteors fell one after another, and a blue planet slowly slipped through my brow. Whose eyes are deep in the white clouds? Let me be so sad in the dream of time. -The love story of Tang Priest

Our story should have ended here. He rode away and I watched him on the hillside. His back has become an indelible landscape in my life. I will chew the sweet past and grow old in the years. Before I die, I will smile at the whole world, tell the wind, tell Crescent Mountain and tell this heartless desert: I have been here, I have had it, and I have no regrets.

Why do we always have to wait until things change before we understand how to go in life? -Kiss of the Green Snake

I was drifting on the quarrying river when Yuhuan hung Mawei Slope. The moonlight was beautiful that night, and there was a slight sigh in the wind. That night, I remembered a long time ago. Past lives and afterlife flooded into my mind. I sighed and said, "I will never get married."

Meng Haoran was puzzled: "Why?"

I looked up, and the blue sky was like washing, and the moon was like transparent jade, round and slippery. Through this thin moonlight, I saw Yuhuan's tearful face, sad and beautiful. -The legend of Li Taibai.

After many years, I began to doubt my youth. Everything there is too beautiful to be true or too ugly. It is like a malicious joke, putting the whole world in my hands, but taking it all away when I just learned to cherish it. Time goes by quietly, and life is like a spring dream falling among the stars. After forty years old, I often hold my glass in a daze, wondering if everything really happened, or was it a spinning dream I had when I was young? -The legend of Li Taibai.

Walking in the streets of Chengdu, everyone seems to know, and every smile seems to contain profound meaning. A look, a casual look back, will make the floodgate of memory surge open and the past pour down. I think there must be something wrong with my memory. At some point, life was deleted in large chunks. Did I steal anyone's schoolbag? Did I walk hand in hand with anyone by the Funan River? Have I ever been crazy about whose smile one day? -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

One night a few years later,

You hide your face and cry.

The light of youth is at arm's length

Who made you doubt all your life?

Who kept the original oath and stood there?

Who is in heaven?

Who is in hell?

Who has been looking for you in a young dream-please forget me in Chengdu tonight.

Chengdu at night looks very gentle, brightly lit, melodious and bustling. However, I know that behind the prosperity, the city is slowly rotting, and the tide of material desire is surging and bubbling in every corner, emitting a spicy taste, corroding every brick and soul like uric acid. As the poet Li Liang said: God died last night/Heaven is full of maggots. He is sitting next to him smoking a cigarette at the moment. His face is gloomy. He wants an eggplant. -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

Chengdu in June is full of vitality, flowers are in full bloom, watermelons are on the market, and the air is filled with the fragrance of jasmine. After dark, there are always people laughing and crying, and I am among them. Life is just a feast in the cemetery. Drink and sing, and death will come with a smile. When the youthful face in the mirror is getting old, who else will think of those initial tenderness and pain? -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

The past is like running water. Like an ignorant black sheep, I squandered all the way until I finally found myself broke. -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

Vehicles pass by from time to time outside, the lights are getting farther and farther away, disappearing into the night, the night market is dispersed, and the vendors are pushing pots and pans and returning to their loved ones with a sad face. Everyone who walks at night will miss a lamp. At this time, who else is waiting for me and thinking about me? -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

I began to doubt my memory-is it true or false? Who can testify for my youth in this tomb-like city? Li Liang said, you can live for many people, but you can only die for one person. On this night, who do I live for? Who can I die for? -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

In the last paragraph, my eyes filled with tears, and the prelude of youth is still echoing, but I want to leave forever. No matter whether I succeed or fail, whether the future is sad or happy, you will see that in the deepest part of my life, there is a home that I will never reach-please forget me in Chengdu tonight.

I don't agree with what he said. It doesn't matter whether it is depraved or not. The star is still the star, and the moon is still the moon. We are trudging through the water of life. We are not getting taller or shorter. The ups and downs are just the water of life. We will involuntarily sublimate or sink. Twenty years ago, I made up my mind to be a scientist, but Chen Chong in those days was not necessarily more noble than today. When I walked out of the door, I thought the ideal was just soap bubbles blown out by ourselves. After the rupture, everything returned to its original shape. Li Liang's mistake is that he always regards soap bubbles as life itself. -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

In fact, all days are the same, Li Liang said thoughtfully. Spring grass is green every year, and autumn wind rises every year. Life has never changed, but we grow old unconsciously. I didn't speak. I turned to look at the moonless night sky outside the window. My Chengdu is always gloomy and sunny occasionally. Will it be tomorrow? -"Chengdu, please forget me tonight"

The face of the deceased is about to be forgotten, and the living strides forward with a smile. Whether you do good or bad, whether you are rich or poor, you will get there: there is blood everywhere, no bones, pus or fly ash. The deceased was none other than ourselves. -"Heaven to the left, Shenzhen to the right"

It's dusk. When the sun goes down, the nightingale hovers in the air. Many years ago in the campus, Chen Qiming sat alone, looking at his love in this life with a melancholy expression and confused eyes. -"Heaven to the left, Shenzhen to the right"

Walking through a resplendent corridor and a jungle full of beautiful women, he stood at the stairs for a long time, not knowing whether to go up or down. After a long time, he raised his hand and looked at the row of teeth marks that had not disappeared, and his body trembled slightly. That night, the stars were all over the sky, and the stars passed through thousands of years, shining quietly on the world and shining on every painful wound. -"Heaven to the left, Shenzhen to the right"

That city may be just your imagination. It appeared overnight, as illusory and beautiful as a mirage. The closer you get, the less clear you can see. You stare at it, cry for it, smile for it, and over time, you finally find that it is just a shadow of you. -"Heaven to the left, Shenzhen to the right"

When that woman floats like a ghost in the wilderness of the crowd, when the stars rise and set day by day, the world is as usual as if nothing had happened. Life is just a futile journey. When a person dies, more people survive, but the living will eventually reach that destination, just like a rickety lamp in the night wind, which has been on, struggling and finally falling silent. And all the emotions, whether true or false, will be washed away by the running water of time and disappear without a trace. -"Heaven to the left, Shenzhen to the right"

When you pass by, the wind will stop, the trees will be quiet and the birds will fly. On a cloudy night, mysterious light fell from the sky, leaves shook, pieces of paper danced, faucets suddenly turned on, running water and lights lit up one by one in the deserted corridor, and voices, quarrels and groans came gently from the empty room that had been uninhabited for a long time. A woman sighed long and a child giggled. Who is crying weakly in the corner? The cat is growling, the dog is barking, a TV suddenly turns on, the picture appears, the voice rings, but there is no audience. Heaven is on the left and Shenzhen is on the right.

Since: Club.ChinaRen.com

If it weren't for the phrase "Beijing prodigal son", I think my life might be different, whether it is virtual or real. From that moment on, I never knew what was in the story or what really happened. Virtual space and my living space almost completely overlap, which makes me extremely scared, inexplicably happy, and of course, very sad at last. -"Forgotten by Time"

Through the endless internet, I can still feel her body temperature. It really feels like holding a person's hand and walking through long streets, busy streets and a long life. At that moment, it seemed that someone had been whispering in my ear: hold your hand and grow old with your son. I still can't tell whether it's unreal or real. -"Forgotten by Time"

I smiled at my body in the clouds. In the morning, my soul walks on an empty long street. The north wind roared, leaves fell, and an old man sat quietly at the end of a long street. I can't tell whether this is a dream or real. I heard someone say to me gently, "You are destined to suffer in the world, and you are destined to wander all your life." \ "-"Forgetting beyond time "

I don't know when I started to be silent, but I think I have understood the meaning of trade-offs. What should come is unstoppable, and what should go is to let it go with the flow. At the end of this story, someone must taste it slowly, and the cold tears on my face made me wake up gradually. -"Forgotten by Time"

In my 27 years of life, I have been to many places, but I never want to die anywhere. He Qing once made me feel my real home, but later he sent me back to my original place. I sometimes think that life is actually a circular drift, with endless night before birth and stillness after death. -"Forgotten by Time"

The story is over.

Storytellers turn white because of vicissitudes.

The tree I am holding is also there.

Gradually wither in time

I am an exiled prisoner.

Cover your story layer by layer.

Feel warm on a cold night.

Remember My Name

Remember my voice.

Remember, I played horses in your life.

Go further and further in a sad smile

I was already asleep when you woke up.

When you were asleep, I was dissolved in the blue sky.

If you hear my news in your dream.

Please tell the wind to tell the rain.

The story is over.

The story is over.

I look at your home in a foreign land.

-"Forgotten by Time"

But I soon learned that this was a serious mistake, whether in the real world or the empty world, it made the story take a long detour, and I will soon taste its consequences. So from then on, I began to deliberately challenge the rules, the rules of the game, and life. This is the bravest attempt in my life and the most painful. -"Forgotten by Time"

When I carried my bag to the warehouse, I suddenly understood one thing: the virtual me and the real me will always be two people. In reality, I am always silent, as silent as a bag on my shoulder. I always have an inexplicable fear of life. I know that one hand will break everything about me, including myself. -"Forgotten by Time"

The bustling crowd on the long street separated us again and again. I think this may be a prophecy. This game is becoming more and more lively. When a person dies, countless people will come in immediately, and no one will shed a tear for the dead people. I look at the smiling faces of pedestrians in the street and feel that I am getting farther and farther away from this world. -"Forgotten by Time"

I used to feel familiar with it, but walking in the long street full of music, everything here makes me feel strange. Every window has a light, and I don't know who else is waiting for me under the light. After three months, I revisited my hometown and became a passer-by. I passed everyone in the long street, and no one knew me anymore. Their happiness and sadness are completely isolated from me. I stood quietly on the overpass at the busy street corner, thinking about my laughter buried deep underground in this city, thinking that I missed the song all my life, and my chest ached faintly. -"Forgotten by Time"

From tomorrow, I can set foot in a foreign land. All the laughter and sadness in this land will be a thing of the past, and they will never make me vulnerable again. Without the floating world, I feel extremely peaceful. Life has never been a mystery to me. Nobody knows what will happen in the future. Yes, it's like a raging sea. No one knows where there are dangerous beaches, undercurrents and charming islands. -"Forgotten by Time"

I think about my life experience, and think that in this world, maybe no one will care about my whereabouts anymore. Even if I die tonight, no one will shed tears or even show a little concern for me. Feel inexplicably sad. When it was getting brighter and brighter outside the window, I fell asleep slowly, so slowly that it seemed that I might stop at any time. In the haze, I had the clearest dream in my life. The women in my life passed by one by one, heading for their irreversible final destination. The whole dream is clear, logical and extremely profound. -"Forgotten by Time"

From then on, I began to believe in karma, and I began to believe in the past and the future. The old monk said that snow was the star in the sky in a previous life. Later in the night, I often looked up and thought about where and in what form she expressed her deep affection for me after the snow rose. -"Forgotten by Time"

I still remember how many years you spent in tears. The world of mortals often leaves, and whoever lingers by the Changting ancient road has unconsciously changed its appearance. If I can have the next reincarnation and meet you at the forefront, even if my hair withers into white hair, my life will still be in vain. Sitting alone on a cold night, suddenly looking back, the sad person is not a teenager.

In the past, happiness was snow and time was smoke. Who holds up a green paper umbrella for you at night to make all the joys and sorrows of life bloom instantly? Let your eyes pass through the long night, gently kiss your smiling face, and don't let the cup be covered with dust, and you will be drunk and innocent. The long road lights went out and the music ended, but I was speechless alone in the tall building-forgotten outside the time.

Every detail of those days came to my eyes clearly. I often wonder if they really exist, or if I wake up from a long dream and still can't forget the sadness in my dream. So, in my long life, did a girl named Xue Nong walk by? Is it true that she smiles and whispers, and is in closest contact with me? Why did I go back to this island, and no one remembered that there was a beautiful girl with long hair here? -"Forgotten by Time"

A year later, when everything was a terrible thing in the past, I went back to my old place, sat quietly and watched the lights on the shore go out, the moon scattered thousands of silver stars on the sea, and the tide gradually came up. I can't help crying anymore. -"Forgotten by Time"

A flower blooms and fades, and a bird comes and goes. Who is knocking at my door?

The carriage of time flies by, and everything becomes obsolete in an instant.

Someone on the street corner is crying silently, and the fireworks in the distance are like the life of youth.