01
The west wind was still in the sun, shooting obliquely at the screens, sprinkling on the body, falling all over the body.
Through the cascading leaves, looking at Chang'e in the dream.
It is unprovoked depression, unprovoked loneliness.
Always watching others feast, but their stomachs are surging uncontrollably.
A song "Huai Gu Relic" floated over leisurely, filling the entire surrounding space, like a graceful woman, sipping under an oil-paper umbrella---
Sometimes people always have some emotions that they don't want to know, and they are alone and depressed.
I remember the verse in Cangyang Gyatso's Lotus:
I held the butter lamp in my hand, and my eyes looked at the Potala Palace, but I was thinking of you. I can't see your smile, but I smell your fragrance. ”
One of the biggest kings in the snowy realm sat in the Potala Palace, but in his heart he thought, "You are a dream that I can't bear to finish."
In the red dust, how many people and dreams that cannot be loved are loved and dreamed, and every afternoon, or in the middle of the night, let their thoughts fly.
02
It was another rainy night, with fierce winds, thunder and lightning, and torrential rain in an instant, like the opening of the Tianhe River.
The rumbling thunder roared, and the bean-sized raindrops knocked on the window glass, suddenly bursting into tears, hurting whom? Or hurt yourself?
The spirits burned, anesthetized the once cheerful face, and we went to two extremes.
In the smoke, it suddenly became clear that it was either a compromise to life or a maverick.
Red lips like blood, loneliness like song. The diamond on the bun only shines in the night, and only under the background of the night can it truly reflect your powerless retention.
I will never be lonely for anyone again, only because I am already a heartless shell. Always inexplicably eager to sleep forever, no afterlife, not so many disturbances.
Was it the wrong birth in my previous life? Or is it the wrong path in this life? Every step was so muddy, so deep in the swamp, but unable to extricate itself.
Cangyang Gyatso whispered in "Solitude":
The night of the Potala Palace, it was pitch black, only a bean-sized lamp was left, lit, it was the butter lamp guarding the Buddha, the night of Lhasa, only one lamp of the Potala Palace remained, that was the butter lamp of my guardian--- all the people were asleep, and I was left alone, awake, fighting against the loneliness that had never been seen before! ”
03
Can't figure out how to end the curtain? Your exaggerated sadness is the reason why I am undecided.
I can't take away your grip, what do I do to break free of these senseless struggles.
You can't quit the source of grief, you're the excuse that you can't swim around.
I can't delete those belly drafts that hurt each other, you are really a curse that I can't hide in this life.
Time slipped away at the fingertips day by day, and the heartache was also angry.
If you're a great writer of history, then block out the gray reasons of the past as soon as possible.
The sun rises at dawn, but I just want to live behind the sunspot.
At dawn, Cangyang Gyatso's "Different Moonlight" is still chanting:
Above the moon, is there also a Potala Palace? The same palace, living with different people, above the moon, is there also someone singing? The same Scripture, you read peace, I read sorrow! ”
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