Buddha not language, fingers to cloud the horizon.
the man looked, from the clouds, wind, and epiphany: margin not seek, edge of wind, the wind does not decide.The cloud is the edge, the edge is.Feelings are like clouds, the clouds change myriad, surging robe de Soirée pas cher, cloud falls lonely soothing.The feelings of the clouds gather, the fate could not be met for the wind.
there are many things you can find, the only fate is hard to find.The vast sea of humanity, the world, how many people can really find the perfect home, how many people miss the best opportunity in the past.Or how many people have the right to choose is standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
sometimes the edge to edge left only in one.
cannot change his own blood, something ingrained are hard to change, even if the impact of the day after tomorrow may let the human change space is infinite, ultimately affect people make great influence to determine their own life when, people will feel about congenital his retreat choice, it may be the fate of the original meaning.
special such as feelings, trapped and can hardly be avoided, or really might on occasion.After all, this is the interaction of two people each other the fate of character, flowers can be intentional, water can be ruthless fate, such as wind without shape invisible, can not be sure.
world temperament middleman, the world a good woman, for Jiayuan, sweet years, and sighed, and hesitated in a hurry in life, what is the reason?
however, namely wind, to is also a reason, to is also a reason.Have a margin, not is also edge.
whether you have a beautiful dream, give up is lazy, demand is not means.
last night to tell a sad happy time too fast friends, originally in those friends no longer came, and sad, as the relaxation.
encounter is the edge, miss is also a reason.
(two) once upon a time there was a scholar, and his fiancee about that one day get married.On that day, his fiancee has married others.The scholar is subjected to this stroke, terminal one.Then, pass by a monk, took out a mirror that scholar from the bosom......
scholar ocean, the killing of a woman lying on the beach in nature's garb.Pass by a person, see at a glance, shook his head, go.And pass by a person, take off their clothes, to the woman back, go.Then pass by one person, in the past, dig a hole sac paul smith, with great care to buried the bodies.
monk explained, with the woman on the beach, is your fiancee past.You are the second people pass by, gave him a piece of clothing.She fell in love with you this life, you only have one situation.But she finally return to one's whole life person, is the final burial of her people, the person he is now her husband......
scholar dawu.
lives, who buried you?
Mengpo said: "the way of man, drink soup bowl."The thirsty to drink the heart.So, the past bury them, gradually misty in their brains.They began to panic the four she, to find this life in the boundless huge crowd."People in search of its 1000100 degreeses chemise burberry, suddenly look back, that person but in the lights dim."In fact, you took his hand converse homme pas cher, is the residual lifetime of memories and remind you, you buried past life person, who is around you and you love the roof.
the sea in the moonlight, couple with ripples of the wave.
and you love to have a look under the moonlight of ocean, in the depths of the sea, it may be hidden in your memory abercrombie fitch pas cher.
great stone old spirit, not a beautiful legend of what?Lives buried with my wife, hand in hand in silver beach, it is a kind of happiness of the most perfect life of
who is a lifetime buried you?
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