? "The Person I Loved With My Life" Continues Part 2
It is a nostalgic season, which will brew a kind of unspeakable melancholy and beauty, and bring people a kind of natural and calm. Remember that intersection full of red leaves? You need no words, for your eyes have given away. Yes, a grass that never dies, no matter how severe the cold, will be reborn when it encounters the spring breeze.
On your thin face, the words of tolerance are clearly written, but the delicate veins at the corners of the eyes hide the unyielding and indomitable quality.
Maybe you converted to Buddhism only because of a deep relationship with Buddhism, and temporarily lived a life of meditation and detachment in the temple for a few years. Are you used to the life of a young master, do you really love this tedious and hard life? No! You are sealing up love and hate and trying to bury them in the pure land of Buddhism. What kind of taste is this?
I also thought about getting out of the sea of ??bitterness in my heart, letting go of the emotions I brewed, and not wandering in the sea of ??dust. But I also know very well that the rain in the sky only nourishes the spiritual grass, and there are predestined people in Buddhism.
Our love is like an altar of fine wine that has been sealed for a long time. At this moment, mix it with some long-lost nectar, take a sip, and it will be rich and fragrant. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com