President of the Buddhist Department: A loving wife must be teased

I never knew that Wen Zixin had such a hobby, she simply leaned against the window, she seemed fascinated by it, as for what Wen Zixin was looking at, maybe only she knew, maybe it was just a desert , but maybe it's what she thinks, what she thinks, it's okay.But no one would care about her. The only person who could care about her was Zhen Wenxin. Such a silly girl could only curl up in the bed, pretend to be cute, and say "I'm leaving" without saying a word. The cruelty of love.Love to the depths of loneliness.Pain makes people mature, and strong people will realize the true meaning of love, while weak people will only grow resentment.A person, in fact, will not be lonely, only when he thinks of a person will he feel his loneliness.There is always an insurmountable distance between love and reason.

Maybe she was tired, Wen Zixin didn't care at all, didn't care about anything, so what she saw wasn't the scenery, let alone the characters, so what did she say she saw?The past that she recalled may have passed away, so she said that what she recalled was not the past, but the past in her dreams. Those were not real, but she cherished them very much.Time is like water, years are like lotus, when you are alone, quietly guarding this peace, drawing a stroke of time and space, located in a certain transition, pleasing flowers without talking, silent, unassuming whirling, quietly rejoicing with the years.Smile, the world of mortals is picturesque, and I am happy from myself.The days are always like fine sand flowing from the fingertips, slipping quietly inadvertently.The sorrows and sorrows of the past have passed away gently with the waves under the washing of the passing years, while the joys and smiles left behind are forever fresh in the depths of memory.But even if it is a kite with a broken string, don't be sad because there is no string, because you will be free forever; don't be overly happy because you lose the meaning of a kite.If it's a kite with strings, don't be sad because of the constraints, such a person will always have a home; don't be too proud of it, because the wind will blow more violently.From the point of view of life, if you lose, you don’t feel great sorrow, if you gain, you don’t feel great joy, and treat it with a normal mind.

She understands, but she doesn't know why, and the best thing is that after time has passed, the cherished old people, old things and even the old feelings are still there.Things that can last must have weight, and must withstand the repeated washing and washing of time.Going around in a turbulent life, those few people are always by my side, and those original thoughts are buried in my heart, which is a rare blessing.Sorrow of parting is the sadness of parting. I fantasize about turning into a butterfly, but I can't match the beauty of the butterfly.In the beautiful melody, dancing lightly, how many thousands of mountains and rivers, how many dry seas and rocks, the moment the wind stops, the impatient youth is passing away in the bustling.Maybe as long as you push open a door called years, there are faint traces of old dreams.She sat by the door, smiling lightly.As time goes by, the figure of that person always appears in front of his eyes inadvertently.There is nothing to ask for in this life, if she is safe, it will be a sunny day for her, and if her soul returns to the countryside, it will be a thunderbolt.

Time has taken away too much, and it is too sad.But time is running out, and youth is a few rounds.The face of the past becomes bleak in the pale depiction, the story of the past becomes sluggish in the weak narrative, the quietly passing time filters every sincere emotion, interlaced with endless regrets and falls in the cracks of time and space.When the night is like a white horse passing by, people who are tossing and turning in the world are driven by time to run, and the faster and faster pace of life makes the soul have no space to rest. After the lintel of a certain time, it slowly fades away and is forgotten by people.Silently took away so many memories, the old time, like the wind, was lost on the way of coming and going, bit by bit, like a galaxy of stars, hidden behind the time, just touch it gently , Just like flying catkins and snow, overflowing every sleepless night.

Years of fleeting years have dusted the past, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, how many memories of growth rings, and how many happy pasts are contained in the season of falling flowers.And love is not perfect after all, as time goes by, in the end, in the end, I don't know how many people who have vowed for a lifetime have been separated.She never believed in love again, never believed in the eternity and beauty of love.But time walks through the wheel of fate, covering the complicated mortal world, things have changed, and things have long changed.But in the blink of an eye, time flies by. More than 4000 days have slipped away from me like a drop of water in the ocean.No sound, no shadow, no sign of anything.Some people are destined to be insignificant roles in the lives of others, and no matter how hard they try, they cannot surpass them.It's just that, life is long, time is rushing, there are always some people who come and go; there are always some people who are close and far away;And when time is no longer waiting, wandering on the same street turns out to be a kind of gradual sadness.When autumn leaves fall one after another, waiting at the same intersection has become a kind of numb helplessness.

Maybe she didn't want to admit it, time took away a lot, but left very little, everything she wanted was taken away by time, as for the ignorant little girl left behind, it was never what she wanted.In the world she wove, there is no Zhen Wenxin, no Lu Jing, only her and Zhen Hua, where are the rest?In her world, these people shouldn't exist, so in the world she weaves, these people naturally disappear completely, and in that illusion, her world is actually very narrow, as if that world If it didn't collapse, then in the illusion, the size is no more than two simple desks.

What she recalled was actually just an illusion, and in this illusion, what she played was just a fight between two students.She at that time, and Zhen Hua at that time, were all imagined by her, and they came from real fantasies, so they were full of real cruelty in the illusion, and when time was no longer waiting, the people on the same street Wandering, the original is also a gradual sadness.When autumn leaves fall one after another, waiting at the same intersection has become a kind of numb helplessness.Slowly, confused, like wandering, but can't figure out why it is rooted in her heart.When she was free again, she didn't know, it turned out to be her lost self.But no one will notice that in autumn in this strange yet familiar city, the sun is shining brightly outside the window.She is not warm, full of sadness, it is her heartbroken fantasy, she uses her own tears to caress her loneliness and sadness.So there are some roads that need to be walked by oneself without being accompanied by others; some scenes can only touch oneself, but not others.

Glancing back at the sleeping Zhen Wenxin, he secretly sighed, but still set his eyes on nothingness.Sometimes, she wants to smile brightly when her heart is cut like a knife, she is so strong when she is very fragile, tears roll in her eyes, but she tells everyone that she is fine!Some people may say that the pain is so extreme that you can't cry, there is only soreness, overwhelming your chest.But there is no legend about the grass growing and the warbler flying in this world. It lives in reality forever, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, false smiles, and she is being assimilated.I used to think that I was cold by nature, until I saw Zhen Hua alone asking about his health.It was only then that she suddenly understood that some things really don't come true through hard work. She fell in love, but it didn't end well. Zhen Hua fell in love, but she had to face death.As for those who don't love, they will not be able to love after all.

Some people say that no matter how cold the heart is, there will be a day when it will be warmed; however, they forget that no matter how warm the heart is, there will be a day when it will be frostbitten.She couldn't say, "Let me go", but the memories kept clung to her.Those things that she thought she could never forget were forgotten by her in the process of her obsession.Whenever she looks at the sky, she doesn't like to talk anymore, but whenever she talks, she doesn't dare to look at the sky anymore.Maybe she and Zhen Hua will become lovers after all, and the ending of their love will only end up with a season of flowers blooming and sadness all over the place.Perhaps, she is a drop of tear left behind in the previous life, which cannot be picked up, and the years have never dried up.Perhaps, everything is just a bright time in the past, which is caused by fate, which cannot be escaped or changed.Trekking through the years, giving up is also a choice, why worry about gains and losses, why worry about gains and losses; giving up is not cowardice, inferiority, or self-abandonment, but a rational choice made after learning from the pain.Some pain, after enduring the pain for a long time, it becomes a habit. There are some things hidden in the bottom of my heart, so there is no need to say them if you don’t want to say them.

But time will drift away, years will be lost, memories will be frozen, and beauty will last forever.She is just a tiny speck of dust in the mortal world, looking for traces of happiness in wandering, and proving the meaning of existence in dream travel.Live in a quiet place, do not compete with the wind, do not compete with the sun, freely interpret the fullness of life; do not envy the majestic majesty of the mountains, do not admire the vastness and mystery of the sky, pick up a simple heart, be a kind person.In the quiet night, sadness sneaks into the dream with the wind.On the way to find people, there is no one, insects and dogs barking.Pulling the hem of the night's skirt, guarding the broken wheel, let the endless tears hypnotize the sadness, let the soul be exiled to the sky, from then on, wandering alone, living with love forever, but love does not want to sleep with her.

In fact, life is a magical journey. I am both a director and an actor;Perhaps at this moment they met, but at the next moment they were separated; what brought was sadness and joy, and also brought together and separated; but this encounter has been exiled in the sky.If possible, can God lend her a day to let her feel the real existence in the beautiful life, and in this life, there will be no regrets, but it is a pity that such a request seems absurd, because in this life, there is always something. Some secrets that cannot be told, time that cannot be kept, regrets that cannot be redeemed, dreams that cannot be touched, and love that cannot be forgotten.I only complain that time is too thin, and the fingers are too wide, slipping away the most delicate fleeting years.Time is like water, always silent, if it is well, it will be sunny.