Author: Fake name and real disaster
(I) "I was always thinking about it before leaving this world, why did I choose to die?"
Mingyan said that when I opened the letter, I sat on the ridge, opened my mouth wide, leaned over, and the wrinkles on my forehead were a little hideous. After a long time, I screamed heart-wrenchingly.
"The mountain collapsed apart," he said.
Mingyan is my book boy. I feel sorry for this old book boy in his 60s who is scared by me.
I said I had gone to the back mountain, and Mingyan said yes, this is my homework for 50 years.
(II) “Is this just to clear away moral and emotional burdens for my grandson to successfully ascend the throne?”
I've seen her children.
If she hadn't left, we would have many children - they were running around on the cliff, they rolled in the yard; they cried, they laughed
I like children, but I don't have children.
I touched the stone sitting on the ridge and thought to myself, it turned out that water drops can really penetrate the stone.
(III) "I found the answer when the rain stopped. I realized that in fact, the desire for death has always been my yearning."
I looked at the path, the path filled with cold moonlight when dusk fell, the path she was walking lonely, I remembered that the girl was as clean as white flowers on the cliff.
(IV) "I know the laws of this world too much, so it completely loses its beauty in my eyes!"
That was a charming woman. When she was awake, she felt ashamed of the dirty and smelly skin in the world. When she got into the play, she wanted to hug the woman and said whispers that I knew her.
I am tired and can no longer guard this white flower.
(V) "I walked into another world with the passion of birth. I felt by intuition that it was a more beautiful place..."
Mahamandra, the girl standing next to the other side of the flower, was wearing silk flowers, and she was smiling, holy and flawless.
I got up and tidyed up my clothes, picked off the white flowers, jumped off the cliff, and the strong wind penetrated my ears, but I hugged the clouds.
A chant in the wind:
All love will be impermanent and difficult to last.
I am afraid of my life, and my life is in danger of morning dew.
It brings worries from love, and it brings fear from love.
If you are separated from love, you will have no worries or fear.
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Chapter completed!