Die Meng Wencai

"Miss Xinlian, did you fill in the lyrics?"

"No, my sister filled it out. Can Mr. Liang teach me this song?"

"Why don't you look for Miss Ling?"

"My sister is in a bad mood."

"So that's the case, then I'll play it for you first."

A machine, a year ago, things can not be mentioned.Stare at the heart of Bita Lake.The mountain pomegranate is thankful, the fish is drunk with heavy lips, and life and death cuddle together.

Two machines, the strings are not moving.Deeper and see the sycamore rain.The shadow of the lamp in the empty steps, the residual red is swaying, and the leaves on the branches are separated.

Three cards, the red ones are waiting to be returned.But the path is sad and the fragrance is broken.Clean up the beautiful bones, pity the fragrant soul, and bury Fangfei with tears.

Four cards, the scholar Wan Liu sent his heart to know.Reluctantly, Bilisi is hard to tie.Each red bean, coral color, is clever and lovesick.

Five machines, leaning against the railing and crying secretly.There is no proof in the world or in the sky.The pear blossom courtyard, the lonely shadow on the swing, who knows the deep hatred.

Six machines, lying on hibiscus branches in a daze.Wake up and remember the dream.On the banana leaves, the small characters of plum blossoms are old poems.

Seven machines, the rolling shutter is waiting to see Lu Jiangxi.Ascending the tower, you can see the green mountains in the distance.At the corner of the wall by the stream, under the shelf in front of the corridor, the shadow of butterflies share the autumn light.

Eight machines, time flies, no need to chase?Fragrant tea tastes like a cup of life.The old dream of the world of mortals, the Xiangjiang River is far away, and the thoughts are like smoke.

Nine machines, the Buddha said that all things have Zen machines.Let go of obsessions.Recite the Heart Sutra silently, sit on the futon, and grasp Bodhi in the future.

Gu Xinlian sang a song "Nine Zhangji" with a touching voice, but it was filled out by Yi Renqianer. At that time, it was just confirmed that Ma Wencai gave up on her again because of Zhu Yingtai, and even went to Zhu's family to propose a marriage. Xinfei fell ill on the bedside, and for a while he was "greatly enlightened", and had the idea of ​​​​abandoning the world of mortals.But after sleeping, her mood stabilized a bit, and she basically returned to normal. I just went to the Buddhist hall to chant scriptures this morning, because that would make her "look away". .

'Have you not let go?It really is a stubborn temper. '

She felt a little bit sorry for this girl's stubbornness, and she never looked back when she recognized Liang Shanbo. According to the Buddhist gatha of Zen, this is no longer love, but obsession.

The moment she guessed the truth yesterday, she thought she was going crazy. She even hated Ma Wencai, hated Zhu Yingtai, and thought about the craziest revenge, but in the end she didn't do anything.If you break your promise, you will break your promise, if you lose your heart, you will lose your heart, if you are sad, you will be sad, if you are in pain, you will be in pain, why bother to be serious?She Dui can't be less like herself because of this.She will never go after the so-called "love" by all means like Xinlian, because that will only sink into the sea of ​​suffering, sink deeper and deeper, and finally cannot extricate herself, why bother?

'The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and the shore is right when you look back. '

"Miss Du's words are very true. I have traveled around and heard Buddhist scriptures, but it is not as good as Miss Du. These words have a sense of clearing the clouds, but the world always knows that it is a sea of ​​suffering, but they are still willing to sink."

"Master Zhu?"

Zhu Yingqi didn't notice her surprised expression, and continued quietly in her own emotions: "I used to be like this, if Liangyu had me in her heart, she wouldn't leave me at that time, but I just can't let go , I found her with great difficulty, but she abandoned me for the second time. You once said to me, "Life is like being surrounded by thorns. If you don't move your heart, people don't move rashly. If you don't move, you won't be hurt; if your heart moves, you won't be hurt." People move recklessly, hurting their bodies and hurting their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world', and finally understand that those pains are not caused by good jade, but by myself."

"Since Mr. Zhu has seen it, let the past go."

"Give you."

"This is?"

Facing the pot of rhododendrons he brought, Yi Ren was a little confused. Zhu Yingqi had never been attentive to her before, so why did he suddenly send flowers?

"The villagers gave it to me. I heard that you like it, so I sent it to you."

Yi Ren smiled and said:

"I don't just love this kind of flower. I just heard a legend when I was a child and thought it was very special. My family thought I liked it. It was a beautiful misunderstanding that my house was full of rhododendrons."

"What kind of legend?"

"I heard that there is a lake called Bitahai far to the west from here. The shore of the lake is surrounded by green hills, pines and ancient oaks, covering the sky and the sun. Every May, it is full of rhododendrons. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Beautiful. But after the flowers wither, the petals fall into the lake, and the fish in the lake will come to eat the petals. Whenever they eat too many petals, the fish will be paralyzed, floating lightly on the water surface, and can be picked up by reaching out. People call it cuckoo drunken fish."

"So, this flower is poisonous?"

Seeing his sudden change of expression, Yi Ren took the flowerpot over without hesitation.

"How many poisonous flowers and trees are there around us? As long as you like them, thank you for the flowers."

"Miss Du?"

Um?She was about to leave, but Zhu Yingqi stopped her because she found someone peeking at her from the dark.

"Miss Du, I want to ask, if... If I really want to marry you, will you marry me?"

Why?After being slightly surprised, Yi Ren realized that he was not joking, and thought about it seriously. This Zhu Yingqi is a good person, the only thing wrong is that he is a sister-in-law. It should be said that the entire Zhujiazhuang dotes on Zhu Yingtai, which is more difficult. accept.If we really want to compare, Xie Xuan's own conditions and family background are the best. He has no in-laws, no siblings, and only one eldest sister, Xie Daoyun. That, too, is not interesting.

"If you are the one who can grow old with me, why don't you want to? I believe that those who are destined will eventually come together, and those who are not destined don't have to worry about it."

Leaving such a sentence, she turned around and left. She had also been obsessed and greedy, but in the end it was nothing. She thought it would be painful, but who knew it was so easy to let go?She would rather be a falling flower in the wind, where the wind blows, she will be there, not thinking about how to be happier, eat when hungry, drink tea when thirsty, no matter how beautiful life is, the essence is still as simple as that .

"Wang Ningzhi, is this the woman you abandoned my sister to pursue?"

"Xie Xuan, don't worry about my affairs. I believe Sister Ling means the same thing."

"Hmph, I don't want to meddle in your affairs. I have already proposed marriage to Du Mingyuan, and she will be mine soon."

"You are a widow, Du Mingyuan will give you a daughter-in-law as a sequel?"

"Whether he is willing or not, you just have to see."

"Xie Xuan, you don't really like her, why bother arguing with me?"

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't want it? Besides, you came to Lingnan to become an official because of her, but Uncle Wang didn't want to marry her at all. Otherwise, why didn't anyone in the Wang family formally propose marriage?"

"Who said no? It's just not here yet."

"Are you sure they didn't come here because they were afraid of going to your funeral? They forced you to die, so I don't know if Uncle Wang will buy it? Wang Ningzhi, I didn't expect you to make such a bad move. Fortunately, my uncle once praised you for being stable and reliable, but Du Mingyuan and others I'm afraid life has seen you through, and I'm afraid he might not like you as his son-in-law."

Yi Ren didn't go far, and couldn't help slowing down. She never knew these things. It turned out that Xie Xuan once had a wife. Unexpectedly, he looked about the same age as Wang Ningzhi, and he was already widowed.And Wang Ningzhi, it turned out that he did such a thing unknowingly, and he was indeed not very mature and stable. As long as he is a rational person, he must be more inclined to Xie Xuan.

Hey, I shook my head slightly, and continued to go back to my yard, thinking about where it would be more appropriate to plant this pot of rhododendrons.

The author has something to say:

It is the first time to fill in the nine-card machine, please bear with me.

A machine, a year ago, things can not be mentioned.Stare at the heart of Bita Lake.The mountain pomegranate is thankful, the fish is drunk with heavy lips, and life and death cuddle together.

Two machines, the strings are not moving.Deeper and see the sycamore rain.The shadow of the lamp in the empty steps, the residual red is swaying, and the leaves on the branches are separated.

Three cards, the red ones are waiting to be returned.But the path is sad and the fragrance is broken.Clean up the beautiful bones, pity the fragrant soul, and bury Fangfei with tears.

Four cards, the scholar Wan Liu sent his heart to know.Reluctantly, Bilisi is hard to tie.Each red bean, coral color, is clever and lovesick.

Five machines, leaning against the railing and crying secretly.There is no proof in the world or in the sky.The pear blossom courtyard, the lonely shadow on the swing, who knows the deep hatred.

Six machines, lying on hibiscus branches in a daze.Wake up and remember the dream.On the banana leaves, the small characters of plum blossoms are old poems.

Seven machines, the rolling shutter is waiting to see Lu Jiangxi.Ascending the tower, you can see the green mountains in the distance.At the corner of the wall by the stream, under the shelf in front of the corridor, the shadow of butterflies share the autumn light.

Eight machines, time flies, no need to chase?Fragrant tea tastes like a cup of life.The old dream of the world of mortals, the Xiangjiang River is far away, and the thoughts are like smoke.

Nine machines, the Buddha said that all things have Zen machines.Let go of obsessions.Recite the Heart Sutra silently, sit on the futon, and grasp Bodhi in the future.