The world of mortals has its own infatuation.

Origin and fate, big dreams in the spring and autumn. The cup falls out of the heart, indifferent to Qingyun.

The night is deep, the wind blows gently, and Leng Yue bends into the green curtain, falling asleep with troubles. Listening to the distant flute on the pillow, the sound is broken, and the spring water is wrinkled, and the eyebrows are wrinkled; Lotus Didi, listening to Du Yu's voice, the more I listen to my thoughts, the more confused I am, making me sleepless. Sighing the past like a dream, waking up thousands of miles across the river; Sighs come and go, like flowers blooming in smoke clouds; Sighing the years like a knife, Zhu Yan resigned from the mirror; Sighing that prosperity will die, who will recall frequently when people go to the empty building?

Autumn is coming, and the maple leaves are destined to fall. Just like, when spring comes, all the flowers are destined to bloom. Everything in the world has been arranged. Why are you sad? Why do you care?

Flowers are destined to follow the wind, and some love is destined to follow the fate. Origin and fate are like the wind, which comes and goes without a trace. Not long-lasting love comes and goes in a hurry.

We play the role of a passer-by, crossing the sea, looking up at the mountains, watching the clouds and the wind, counting the stars and singing about life.

All the encounters in life are just the alternation of passers-by and passers-by, so why persist? Origin and extinction, gathering and parting are just ordinary, so why sigh? Flowers cherish each other and fall at will. ...............

Tired, I meditated late at night. I thought to myself, everything in this world has a shadow, is invisible, and is doomed and disillusioned. Often can't stop, can't walk away, can't stay.

After all, I had a dream when I was awake, but I didn't regret it. I used a switch to look back at you. The flowers have been falling for many years, and my heart is aching ... I tried to listen to your experience with a smile, only to find that the pain occupied the whole world, and you still owe me the ending of a story crushed by you ... Looking back, everything is like a dream, seemingly traceless, but I can't get rid of it ...

The lingering of others is just watching a distant fire meet you and fearing fate from now on.

In life, meet some people, love some people and forget some people. Once in our memory, we all lost many old people, childhood friends, old relatives and friends, and former lovers. It was a missed fate, and no matter how painful it was, it became a full stop buried in my heart. Feelings always leave at the deepest time, ignoring the other party's failure to tell a complete story. Fate is predestined.

People get drunk when they are in a strong mood-they love each other deeply but don't regret it-I miss you and forget that you are wrong-bamboo would rather be sad-horses don't complain about heaven and people-they only have one dream-they are used to seeing flowers and thanking them-they are all afraid of the origin and extinction-guess

Meeting is both fate and fate, and a sigh is the end of a fate. Not everything in life can be satisfactory! What belongs to you will eventually belong to you; What doesn't belong to you will not have a good result even if it is imposed; Even so, what we can do is "follow the fate"! Destiny is predestined. If God wants to arrange a farce, all we can do is be clowns in the play!

Origin and extinction, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and love fades.

In this world, people who love each other may not be together, people who are together may not love each other, and people who love each other and are together may not be able to come to the end. Fate comes and goes, and everything follows fate.

Buddha said: if you plant as a cause, if you receive, everything is created by your mind. Buddha said: thinking of stupidity is prajnaparamita, thinking of wisdom is prajnaparamita. Buddha said: a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi (Tathagata). Buddha said: fate comes and goes, fate gathers and fate disperses, and fate comes and goes. Buddha said: the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha. Author: Buddha said

The morning dew is clear, the window is foggy, the eyes are dim, the morning glow is dizzy, and the clouds are far away. Who is satisfied with the bottom of the river? If a floating life is a dream, it begins and ends. At that time, the lowest thing was just ordinary, but when I turned around, it was a world of water and a world of red dust. Memories overlap and thoughts turn over several times. Gently touch a dry rose, leaving a faint fragrance on the page, tenderness on the brow, and ink at the bottom of tears. How can we keep the hurried years?

When I signed a scroll of divination, the result of the fleeting time could not be calculated. A wisp of sandalwood burns, and the world of mortals goes out several times. Feelings are shallow and deep, silent and sad, and their origins and endings depend on their depth. The world in a grain of sand, the circulation of thoughts, the broken bridge listening to the rain, the flowers falling in Chiufung.

I only hope that I have my origin, my destiny and my departure, and I will be a superstitious person.

Who is whose fate, who is whose passer-by, who owes whose life, who waits for whose life. This life comes for you, and for whom will you go in the afterlife? Whose soul is lotus, dripping with tears, whose lotus heart is falling off? I asked Buddha, why is this life full of troubles and troubles? Why does it hurt?

Origin, I met you. Fate, I missed you.

Some thoughts with nowhere to go, a bottle of autumn pear solo, the sadness of those crowds, and how much tenderness there is, after all, there is no export. For many years, I have been wandering on the edge of love and pain, scattered in the years, and flowers and incense are not desirable. The faint stagnation has gone through many cycles, and overnight, the flowers bloom and wither so thoroughly. This change of heartbreak, why the autumn wind sad painting fan, and how can it be unscathed? The corner of the season is still cold, is it too short in the morning and evening? The fate is two, one after another, Zen is far away, October is peaceful, and it looks quiet and white. Meeting and parting, swaying between pages, do not need to ask each other, understand and do not understand, has long been planted in the bottom of my heart. The flower seed in my heart, sitting in time and practicing the dialogue that needs to be understood seriously, will this transformation be easy to change, but will it become popular? A road of no return, a lane of falling flowers, will such an opportunity wait for you, or will the mountains and rivers be silent forever?

Love and hate are only in one thought. When I think about it, I think about it. Too much love is easy to sink, too little love is difficult; Hate too much, make a cocoon into a grave, hate too little, and accumulate grievances.

A life, a dream. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, is it true or false? Dreamer, hit someone. Why on earth did this happen? Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog. True or false, it is true when it is false, and inaction is everywhere. How will all this be solved? ...

From knowing nothing, to knowing each other, to being unfamiliar. Every time I think about it, what have I lost? What a far-fetched explanation. It doesn't matter. After all, there is fate, but there is no sharing.

In that city, there is such a person. Like you, I walked through a strange market and watched the prosperity of the city alone. Don't read sorrows and joys, don't fear the future. Looking at the starry night sky, the whole city is bustling. Look at this day, the wind rises and the wind stops, clouds and clouds look at the sea, the tide rises and falls, and the scenery is ups and downs. The grass and trees are looming. Looking at the four seasons, the grass withers and the flowers bloom. Look at this city, Zhuge Qing Lou, antique roads, cars coming and going, people going to see this night, people crowded, and the lights are on to see the world. In the future, they will have a rest, taking their time. Half-awake and half-dreaming, looking at myself like a fool, going its own way, looking at this situation without being light or salty, dreaming is like dreaming, crying is like crying. If you can, let me do it, just for you, stop. Safe in the light summer, go forward bravely.

So what if I can't bear it? Fate comes and goes, fate gathers and fate disperses, and fate comes and goes. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness. Continue to struggle on your own path.

Buddha said: fate comes and goes, fate gathers and fate disperses, and fate comes and goes.

A little light snow in the brow, a little pity in the heart, a bustling city like a dream, has gracefully and gently embraced the thin fingertips of the four seasons, and has been gentle in the old notes. It originated from fate, and finally it will return to peace, sigh the past and dream of dust. Who is looking back?

If someone asks you why you left, I think I can only answer: "Since the origin is doomed, leaving is just a relief."

# Good morning Xinyu # The vast sea of people, how deep the fate is, will eventually meet. At the beginning, I strung a faint ink fragrance with a bay of thoughts, hanging on the branches of the years, and the fragrance was fragrant. When fate came, I carved the beauty of life in the depths of time, and with the accompanying warmth, I have gone through many years of changes. I will pray for you at the moment when the meteor passes by. I wish you peace in this life and peace through the years.

Immortals are mortal, and all immortals can be reincarnated forever. Life and death rise and fall with fate, and the result of fate is hard to tell. I have no regrets. Author: Ear Root Source: Immortal Inverse

The world is vast, and it is not easy to meet, know each other and fall in love. Although I am not a person, I am still grateful!

Sigh this life, prosperous life, into pieces; Sighing this life, Yan Ming is like her, turning her head into white hair; Sighing this life, between square inches, is a foregone conclusion; Sighing this life, swinging away from the hospital, falling flowers into sorrow; Sigh this life, tender feelings, and finally bear her; Sigh this life, flowers bloom and fall, never ending; Sigh this life, pour the world into prosperity, how to keep her; Sigh this life, the flowers will bloom every year, but the flowers have fallen; Sighing this life, not going to the end of the world, defeated by the wild sand; Sigh this life, the tide rises and falls, and youth wavers; Sigh that this life is the hardest to give up; Sigh this life, flowers bloom and fall, flowers cluster; Sighing this life, passing by is not cause and effect.

Cause and effect, Naiheqiao, Mengpo Tang, a past that I can't remember.

Why is it true at first? It's always a dream.

Since ancient times, it has been more comparable to feelings of sadness and parting, and it is also a clear autumn season. Origin and fate, there is no chance to be together in this life, and then look back; I look forward to holding hands in the afterlife and putting an eyebrow in your life. I caught a glimpse of the dying moon in the cold branches, salvaging the dust, and I watched the geese return to the south for several rows, recalling the deja vu. Lost youth, gently stretched out his hands, trying to catch the time that passed in a hurry, but the years always disappear with flowers and flowers inadvertently.

The years are quiet, are you okay? Ever-changing, red lotus blooms completely, emerald green dries up, and fresh lotus root has been washed away and flowed into people's homes. Are you as good as you first saw? Regardless of the origin, the initial heart is still connected, but it can't be unscathed after all. As winter approaches, I just want to leave a bunch of words in my farewell notes in autumn. What is magnificent is the past; It is family that is hard to give up.

There is no need to worry, there is no need to remember! It's natural to be unhappy or angry! Let nature take its course, don't be arrogant and impetuous! Wandering around, content and indifferent! -

Flowers bloom and fall to thank each other, and the description of missing is affectionate and shallow. The origin is due to ignorance of this dream.

Life is also He Huan, why bother to die? Cause and effect. No matter how prominent the prestige is, under the gorgeous appearance, it can't cover up the fragility and paleness of life after all. Author: Wang Youdu Source: World Three

The process of life is the walking process of fate. "Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for no flowers to fold branches", which has passed away and will never return to the past. Only cherish the present. If you have wine today, you will be drunk tomorrow. Some people and things that have been missed, as life experiences. Life is like a dream, and the years are ruthless. Looking back suddenly, I found that people are alive. Rich or poor, gain or loss, everything is in the past. Origin and fate are fate. So it's over. Well, as handsome as you are, your farewell ceremony is too good for me! *** *** !

If the heart doesn't move, what does wind energy do? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine. Cherish the present, don't pick it up without it. All the encounters in life are just the alternation of passers-by and passers-by, so why persist? Origin and extinction, gathering and parting are just ordinary, so why sigh? Flowers cherish each other and fall at will. ...

Flowers bloom and fall, time flies, and a dream fades.

Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life, I only got a pass in this life. Once in my life, there were many incense in my last life. Holding hands is fate, looking back is fate; Life is predestined, and love is predestined; If there is an afterlife, the afterlife is also fate. Life is made up of countless predestinations; Let you knot and untie. Cherish the fate, follow the fate, and you can see the origin and end with the Buddha's heart.

The moment of turning around, the moment of heartbeat. Origin is not fate, but dependence with you in this life.

Life is like a dream, things pass like smoke, and the lotus pond plays with fish. -the second goods are still in the water, and the rain is weak. Acacia branches are broken, and whoever is drunk will end up. -Wei Zi is sentimental, knowing that my heart is bitter and unfeeling, why bother? -Leng Yue flowers are charming, flowers are lazy, butterfly leaves are floating, and the wind is misty. -flowers bloom and fall for a reason, and cause and effect are cited. -Xin Yu who said sad silence, who said never leave each other, miss thin. -Leaves fly without support, geese return and will eventually wither. -The rain dyed the smoke in the lonely city like jade, and the sun was shining high. Whoever was not careful, the cool color fell. Who can send a second-hand brocade book thousands of miles away? A thousand miles away, the original pigeon is hard to call, but it is hard to change when it returns to the flood. -Mozi Hongyan returns, the ends of the earth sigh, and the prodigal son turns back. -The world of mortals does not carry the old capacity away from Sheng, and the bright moon illuminates the moon, only drinking Du Kang. Author: month origin: fairy city. Ghost capital

The style of the fingertips is already very gentle in the old notes. It originated from fate, and finally it will return to peace, sigh the past and dream of dust. Who is looking back? Stunned, infatuated for a lifetime; who is it? This is a romantic thing, and it is written down all the way. Feelings are tender, bones are thin, past lives are missed, and this life is shouldered. Looking back, the road of the world of mortals, never see each other old. I glanced at the place where the fragrance was broken and finally dispersed into clouds.

Fate comes and goes, and fate comes and goes. I'm reading other people's stories. Aren't people watching me? Everyone else is interpreting life, so am I not in this scene? Whose eyes have changed? My eyes are just vicissitudes.

You have been indifferent to me all your life. I comfort myself that things are always grinding. You are hot and cold to me, and I'm afraid I can't stand wasting time. Although beauty is a curse, I don't want to miss this wandering soul. I will tell you in my mind why ordinary streets have their origins.

I am not old, but my youth is dead. It happened in a flash.

Life, this long journey, is full of ups and downs. We always meet different people by chance, experience a long or short fate, and then part ways at an old ferry because the fate is exhausted. The origin of fate, gathering and parting, has never been within our grasp, and a boat will eventually cross the vast sea.

How many regretless youth records do seagulls flying in the sea have?

Love borrows my background, my destiny, my feelings and my heart. Borrow me from fate, heart and immobility, affection and indifference, love and pain. Lend me a secret love, a secret love, a divorce, and a heart. Love rises and falls through me, the heart is separated from it, the heart is fascinated with it, and love moves with it. Lend my heart, lend my feelings, lend my heart, lend my feelings. Falling through my heart, love is right or wrong, whether my heart falls or not, whether love will. With my wisdom, my love, my destiny and my heart. It doesn't matter whether I am wise or not, I just want to know whether this love is right or wrong, whether it is true or not.

Flowers bloom and fall, and everything in the past will wither forever.

Thinking about life and thinking about death, the origin is doomed.

Young years are always wasted by love, and it is rare to spend all your thoughts. You still linger in front of a flower you meet, but you can't find a clean smile anymore; You are still addicted to a glass of strong wine, but you can no longer feel the burning of heartbreaking; After you have seen all the roads through a sieve, you can no longer struggle in the quagmire of strangers. Love that blooms only once, even if it falls on another land, will only bloom in another color. The intoxicating wine slowly slides down your throat. When you swallow it for the first time, it always brings bursts of hot air. The more you drink, the lighter you get, or you should feel lighter. See through the world of mortals and let Sanskrit under Bodhi soothe the soul. A flower is the world, a leaf is bodhi, and color is everything. Everything is empty. I thought I could put it down, but a tear made waves on the stage. Probably love is like this from origin to fate, flowing with the young years. Because we have experienced such a beautiful sadness, we will see this at the most precious moment in our lives.

"Fate comes and goes like water, flowers bloom and fall mercilessly, the origin is doomed, and the leaves are hard to find." "Flowers bloom mercilessly, people lead a drunken life. Qiu Lai is cold in autumn and empty. " "Flowers bloom all over the sky, and love comes and goes." The geese go and return, and the tide rises and falls without sleep. "

Fate comes and goes, fate gathers and fate disperses, and fate comes and goes.

Origin and fate, and do and cherish.

Years make years old; The fleeting time dimmed the floating life. Water falls and forgets Sichuan, and tea is on the other side. The wind blows the blue sky, and alfalfa blooms naturally, so it's hard to be afraid of it. Even if it is absolutely beautiful, I am afraid it will cost 3,000 yuan of tenderness, 3,000 yuan of hair and 3,000 yuan of tears. Generations of reincarnation are bitter, generations of beauties are thin, and generations of strangers cry and grieve. Looking out of the window, the clouds in front of the court are rolling and the flowers are falling. After listening to the song in front of the pavilion, a sigh will eventually come from the side.

If you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, I begged the Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship ...-Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" originated from Qianshan; Fate has changed. The world of mortals is rolling and the sea of people is bustling. Who is the shallow moon on the bridge and the oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane? Who is the catcher in the world of mortals? Who is the beautiful woman who leaves the sky from time to time? Who made an accidental promise for whom, waiting for the seas to dry up and the rocks to crumble? Who dedicated his whole life to an ambiguous interpretation of who? Who washed away the lead for whom, and continued to write about the frozen front next to Sansheng Stone? The world of mortals is 3 thousand, and the sad purple flute splashes my vicissitudes. In order to have a look at you, I practiced for a thousand years, and the Buddha promised me to turn into a tree and stand by and watch the roadside you pass every day. In order to beg for a moment's snuggling with you, I practiced for another thousand years. Finally, on a sunny day, you are covered in dust and lean on me.

I love falling flowers, dancing jade butterflies and sighing lonely dreams. The past swaying at the fingertips, the past buried like smoke, left Deng Qing's ancient Buddha alone. A lonely boat floats in the boundless love of the world of mortals and sails under the bodhi tree, quietly talking about the origin of Zen, past lives and fate. In this life, who made me feel hurt? Who stayed in the ancient Buddhist temple and spent me on the other side of the dusty sea? Source: Who makes me feel hurt? Let go of the lingering past

The origin of fate, flowers bloom and fall, but it is always doomed.