Ask what the worldly situation is orthodox and human life and death are promised.
My name is Guo Xiang. I've always been lonely. Loneliness is like a dazzling cactus flower in the desert.
In the eyes of others, I am a beauty of the Heavenly Dynasty, and my life should be lively and full. Yes, the daughter of Guo Jing, the great hero, is the palm of Huang Rong, the granddaughter of the lonely Huang, and is loyal to Lu Youjiao. So many amazing identities overlap together, like a dazzling aura spinning, busy is a dream. Also, I'm beautiful, so pretty that I can't be more ordinary. Prosperity is my destiny. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this. Like Sister Fu'er, she likes and enjoys the feeling of being held in the clouds for half a day, but I am different. In addition to being naturally beautiful, I am also smart enough to easily see through the frivolity behind the bustling city. I often wonder, if I don't mention my wealth, how many people will notice me, even if I'm beautiful and smart? The answer sent shivers down my spine. So I was lonely. The world is so big that no one knows me. Even my smart mom never knew I was lonely, and I didn't even know I didn't have someone to lean on. She, like my sister, was intoxicated with exuberance and glitz. You can only continue the hilarity in the eyes of others and stick to your own loneliness. I understand not to ask for people, no longer care about other people's eyes. I should have my own world. Therefore, I had a nickname - Xiaodong Evil. Once upon a time, when I was faced with this problem, I would be overwhelmed, overwhelmed, overwhelmed, because I had never tasted love. Today, however, I have my own answer – when I meet the right person at the right time, my heart will move just right, like a flash in the pan, like a meteor, and the moment is eternal. The brilliance of a beautiful river in an instant is love, and the eternal pursuit and aftertaste are also love. Just like now, now. The wind and snow are thick, the night in the forest is dark, the animals are clustered, and the ghosts dance wildly. At this moment, people are lonely like a boat in the angry sea, and the heart at this moment is fragile like a frost flower condensed by the dew. But he appeared at the right time, an arm, an ugly face, cold eyes, an icy figure, a frantic voice, a lonely charm, and frost melted in an instant. Because with the sun, the wind and waves are no longer terrible, only for the lonely boat to have a direction. At first glance, I was destined for my destiny, he was my myth. The heartbeat of that moment is enough to taste a lifetime. I was lonely in the hustle and bustle, and he knew it, because he stood out too; I stared into his eyes, and he understood, for he had also been young once. He gave me three golden needles as a keepsake and said he could fulfill my three wishes. I know it's a tactful rejection and a tacit commitment. At that moment, I tasted pain, like an olive, a faint bitterness, a faint sourness, a faint astringency, a faint sweetness. I used the first golden needle and saw his face under the mask. It was a lonely and handsome face, like my beauty. Yes, I said to myself, he was not ordinary, whether beautiful or ugly, he would be an extreme who stood side by side with very few people. I took out a second golden needle and got the chance to spend my birthday with him. Sixteen years old, in the prime of life, farewell to youth, no longer childish, with his company, this day will be a beautiful day that will never fade. There was only the last golden needle left, and I carefully placed it in my arms, like a beautiful dream that was as fragile as Cai Xia. Let it accompany me for the rest of my life, with the good wishes that I never exported. At least it reminds me of the heartache and heartache of the past. After all, someone understands my loneliness, someone cares about me, misses me, remembers me. Would this be a happiness with a faint sadness? When I think of him, loneliness is as light as a floating cloud. I have to admit that acacia is a good medicine for loneliness. Encounter is fate, acquaintance is sharing, acquaintance is affection, dependence is love - as the old monk Yi Deng said. Then, I had a relationship with him, but we didn't have love. His love had already been given to her, and the person he was with wasn't me. In fact, falling in love with me is nothing more than drinking and quenching thirst, which can fight against a momentary loneliness, but it is destined to be a lifetime of loneliness.
On his birthday, he came as promised, but if he was shocked, he came, and if he left, he left. I know that he has been a drop in the ocean, he is afraid that I will sink deeper and deeper, and he does not want me to be abrupt all my life. Colorful fireworks bloom over Xiangyang, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted to tell me that the so-called romance was nothing but flamboyance, and the so-called passion was nothing more than a dream that drifted with the wind. However, he forgot the feeling of the fireworks themselves. There is nothing wrong with burning loneliness. Isn't a flash of brilliance the embodiment of the expectation of life and destiny? Really, he should know, because I'm lonely with him like fireworks. The difference is that he's always been brilliant and I'm not vomiting. He was lonely because of lovesickness, and I was lonely because of loneliness. Under the cliff, under the cliff, next to the cold Tan, I took out the third golden needle that had never left his body and asked him to live well. He looked at me sheepishly, his eyes unkind. I knew that this glimpse, the weight of my heart in him, was no longer what it used to be. Yes, I already know his story, including his feud with my family, his uniqueness, his many goodies, and... He had my first intimate encounter. None of this changed my feelings for him. If there is really an impact, it can only be said that it is more touching and more hopeful - it turns out that he is so sentient and righteous; it turns out that I have "history" with him; it turns out that his uniqueness no longer exists...
Would I be another unique thing about him? Admittedly, the idea was fascinating, and I smiled quietly as my heart pounded. In the mirror, my face was flushed and bright.
I dropped my book and ran to him. 16 years is coming to an end, and he will finally see that beautiful lie. With his ferocity, the ending is self-evident, and I will never let him die. Sure enough, he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, and I, almost instinctively, jumped and pounced on the vast expanse. Maybe it's the affection of heaven and earth. Neither he nor I died. However, I was stunned by the ecstasy of seeing him unharmed and the relief of hearing his promise to keep his word. Once upon a time, I cared so much about him. Unconsciously, how much effort and affection did I spend on him? Just for that moment, for that moment of heart and love, my fascination with him reached the level of "sharing happiness and suffering, life and death together"? Where is my pride? Where is my loneliness? Did it just quietly erase him?
I couldn't answer, I could only laugh at myself. It seems that love is a game full of surprises. As long as you get involved in it, it's hard to grasp yourself anymore.
Finally met her, his wife, the only one he had
I've always been extremely conceited about my appearance, but now I've suddenly lost my confidence. Yes, because of her, she shouldn't be human at all. Perhaps, only her quiet and beautiful appearance is worthy of his arrogance?
I was looking at her, but she only looked at him. He was fighting for me, but he didn't look at me or even care about this tough opponent. He only paid attention to her swaying in the midst of thousands of horses. If he concentrated on fighting, how could he possibly be the enemy of those broken wheels of the Golden Wheel King?
It was as if a big stone had fallen in my heart, and I felt indescribably relaxed. When I managed to stop his martyrdom in the Valley of Crush, I had a vague uneasiness. Now that I think about it, I'm really afraid that I will really become his other. That was my expectation, but also my fear. If he can really give up on her and accept me, doesn't it also indicate that one day in the future he will give up on me to become another beautiful woman? It's a simple loop, I can understand.
What I want is not a momentary prosperity, but eternal youth.
Thankfully he didn't disappoint me. She was really his only one. Whether he was alive or dead, he could not tolerate a second woman in his heart. It is precisely because of this delusion that he is the only one in my heart.
When I came from spring to autumn, the years passed silently, and ten years passed between my fingers. I am no longer the family of Miss Guo who is trapped in an isolated city, but I have become a piece of the river and lake. "A thousand mountains and twilight snow all over the world". Gossip is indispensable, but I'm too lazy to listen. Ten years ago, he and she walked hand in hand, leaving only a beautiful love fairy tale, my heart is as calm as the wind, without a ripple. Go on a trip, ride a green donkey with a dagger, away from the flowers and grasses, away from the red dust, watching the yellow leaves flutter, let the wind and rain flutter, just like this day after day wandering, lonely people, cold hearts.
Do you want him? It is good to think that the wind has stopped, but when the wind has stopped, isn't there a fragrance wafting in the air? Remember his words and deeds, follow his footsteps, listen to his legend, idle is idle. Desperate to think what's wrong with him? Looking at the red dust, there are many people, and he is the only one worth thinking about. Others, such as Zhang Junbao and He Zudao, were just a glimpse of the birds. They never let me move or make me feel bad.
Gradually, yearning became instinctive, and searching became habit. "He" unconsciously became a part of me. Just like breathing, I naturally had to give up, and my journey was no longer a journey, but a long journey to find love. After all, he is my devil. It turns out that people really like to trouble themselves.
The hair flame is low, the green grass is on the stream, and Wu Yin is charming when drunk. Who has white hair? The eldest child hoes the west and the east, the middle child weaves a chicken coop, and the most favorite child is a rogue, and the creek head lies on the lotus.
- Really, I didn't expect to see him and her again, much less that this poem was a portrait of his and her life. The reunion was an accident. Huts, bamboo hedges, flowers, vegetable patches, cooking smoke, chickens barking dogs. This should be a typical idyllic scenery, a poetic rural scenery, and he and she enjoy the shade of the flowers is the charm of the wind, the aura of light, the eyes of poetry, the soul of painting.
The sunlight shines through the branches, splashes down, falls on their faces, bodies, and hands, and there is a cool beauty with a slight vicissitudes.
I can't believe it. It is the divine eagle hero of the year, and the famous dragon girl flower. Gorgeous to bland. Maybe it should be? I looked at it from a distance, and before I knew it, tears filled my eyes. Yes, they are no longer young, their hair is gray, their faces have declined, but they still live together day and night, and their eyes are full of affection for each other. Is this ordinary splendor, or is it a long-lasting love? The magic of creation is really daunting, and it is chilling to think about. I didn't go to see him and her, I drifted away, my heart a thousand years old.
A month later, I shaved at Mount Emei and went through three thousand troubles to become a bhikshuni with the Dharma name "Yuan Ji".
Asking what in the world can commit oneself to life and death.........