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There are two pretty lines in westward journey.
Bai Jingjing said, unhappy, long life is useless. Happy, even a few days is enough.
Zixia said that if I cannot be with people I like, I will not be happy if I am a Jade Emperor.
As a result, one chooses to leave the person she loves, and the other chooses to die in the arms of the person she loves.
It took N years to understand that Zixia was a S3.
I realized that I love you for 10 thousand years. At first, the supreme treasure lied to Zixia.
Only to understand the sunset warrior kiss Zixia, singing in the music.
"A Bitter Sea of Love and hate, it is difficult to escape fate in the world.
The blind date cannot be close, or I should believe it is fate ."
Pretty good lyrics. Unfortunately, it is Cantonese.
The promises made to two people.
Who else cares about that person.
Who else will be hurt besides the person around you.
Fate? Fate?
If it is fate, why do you always have scars when you think about Bai Jingjing.
Five hundred years ago, five hundred years later.
If there is a fate, why does Zixia say "this marriage is the greatest arrangement in heaven ".
In the end, she still "guessed the process but didn't guess the ending ".
We are so concerned about feelings, so care about love and sweetness.
Perhaps it's just a copy of the gene that catalysis the impulse from hormones.
It's just the instinct for animals to multiply and survive.
There are so many advanced excuses.
There are so many so-called fate.
I may have never understood what I think.
After seeing the death of Zun Bao, I learned it.
"The girl left a tear in my heart. I can feel how sad she was at the time ."
If there is no such sword, maybe he will never understand what it means to call Zixia 724 times a night.
Liu zhenwei kept asking questions.
Do you need reasons to love someone?
Do you need reasons to love someone?
Do you need reasons to love someone?
"The so-called love or others in the world are just an inexplicable repetition.
In the emotional world of men and women, people come and go.
In the end, we forget ourselves and our past.
There is no such thing as a vow, or life or death. Everything is empty ."
Maybe, just trust those feelings.
I also believe in the existence of love and the beauty of friendship.
I also stubbornly believe that good people will eventually have good results.
It is still tangled every day.
While watching the broken reality, I dreamed of the beauty of fairy tales.
I don't know if I will stick to my previous ideas ten years later.
All the lost dreams are lost. And so on.
The rest .. It looks mature.
"You see, that guy looks like a dog ."
You will see yourself in many years.
There are many ways to entertain in the world.
You can say a lot of things with inexplicable people and put on a lot of smiles.
You may have forgotten the plain and quiet that you wanted.
You can live like an adult.
However, I have no courage to face the past.
"It's like a dog ."
I am afraid to see such an ending.
Yes. Where can we escape.
Zixia said, "The moth clearly knows that there is a fire in front of it, but it is still desperate to rush in. Moth is so silly ."
"A lot of people started out as moths.
No matter what you want. Silly.
The more powerful the love, the more likely it will become dizzy.
Until I found out, ta didn't love me so much.
Even worse, ta does not love me.
So I learned to think about myself first, and I learned that I could not pay all.
When you learn how to go forward, you have to look back and see if there is any way back.
I learned to doubt and guess, and I felt that I could not be dumb. when others do not love you enough, I feel a hot spot.
I learned how far you can go ."
"This maturity is actually sad ."
"I'm sad, because it's no longer the one I used to be. It's just a moth that can be desperate for love.
If you can, how willing to talk about simple and beautiful love.
You love me, I love you, everything remains the same, everything is believed.
But before that, the fire was too hot and hurt too much and too heavy. I don't want to hurt again.
Is it true that everyone makes a person sad and hurt at the same time?
The conservation of energy in this love is doomed for our whole life, maybe only one moth ."
"We are doomed to be a moth only once in our life ."
I am afraid that I will hurt her in the future.
It's a long and long journey.
Long time ago, I forgot the days when I thought I was just waiting for her to be so happy.
I forgot what I looked like when I hurt her.
Could give her the best ending.
Maybe it is, like a drop of resin tightly wrapped with the fire moth.
In this way, there will be no too hot and hot pain.
Yes, but since then the moth has no freedom to spread its wings.
The drops of resin gradually solidify and never flow.
Only mutual neighborhood and suffocation.
It may be buried in the dark.
Wait until you see the sun again.
It has become hard Amber.
The drops of resin are still transparent and shiny.
The moth is still vivid.
Just .. Those wings have long been inactive.
Is that the outcome she wants.
It seems like a perfect ending.
But now I am always thinking about what Chuang Tzu said.
"Spring Festival, the fish and in the land, ah to wet, phase to Mo, it is better to forget the rivers and lakes.
It is better to forget the two things than to do anything else ."
Which is the best choice.
I once looked at the so-called growth with contempt.
When you grow up.
However, they can only stand at the intersection and helplessly look at the people around them one by one.
But far away, that is not the future I want.
Not at all!
Why are there so many responsibilities.
Why are there so many unreasonable responsibilities.
Why are men so tired.
"Yes, one day, our efforts will be the flies that we once despised.
It is out of the noble source.
We are just a dog. Busy for life.
To give love to a person, this is called responsibility.
I love Bai Jingjing, or I think I love Bai Jingjing, and I want to find a baby box for her.
But fell in love with Zixia on the way to search.
A person can love a person many times in his life, but is only responsible for one time.
To love a person, we had to give her material support, even if she didn't.
This society needs it.
Her friend lives in a villa. We can leave it alone, but we cannot leave it in a dangerous room.
If her friends go to Europe, we can not, but the children cannot lose at the starting line.
After hard work and work, you may not have the fame or fortune that you did not despise at that time.
With fame and fortune, a real lover may no longer be.
Maybe she is not dead, but she is looking for someone else.
She wants companionship, but you are busy with work.
However, if you don't go to work, the poor couple will be sad.
Society wants you to be a man and have a career.
A woman wants you to be her man. You want to stay with her and take care of her.
However, I am only an exclusive treasure. I don't want to be Sun Wukong.
But the bill, tea rice, oil and salt, is like the curse of Tang Miao.
Read more.
It makes me unable to breathe, I am just a zombie.
I don't want to go to westday to get the scriptures.
However, you cannot.
One person gives you three moles and you are also responsible.
So I had to go to the horizon for love.
In the end, I was not so disdainful.
Those who are as young and frivolous as I was.
Said, you see, that guy seems to be a dog ."
Maybe next generation.
We will have a different tomorrow.
Will also stand in the sunset arrogant said.
"You see, that guy looks like a dog ."
Zun Bao never wanted to go to the West Sutra.
Yes, fate can't be resolved.
We thought we decided tomorrow for ourselves.
In the end, we find that we are always on the road of choice.
Cannot escape.
Zun Bao returned to the past for Bai Jingjing. For him to love and cherish.
In the end, there is only one sentence.
"It's like a dog ."
There is only endless responsibility and sand that disappears in the sky.
I always thought that the sky would send myself a red envelope tomorrow.
Always give everything impractical to the unknown tomorrow.
I always keep listening to songs and believe that the so-called kindness and responsibility will bring good luck to myself.
But I already understand it.
But I don't want to admit the reality of tomorrow.
Liu zhenwei still said. "One day when you find that you fall in love with someone you hate, this relationship is the most terrible ."
If one day you find that you have become the one you hate.
Is there still vitality in a weak life.
Growth may be a constant compromise with the past.
When you forget your old persistence, you will become mature.
Even if you know that the last is the least expected ending.
We have no second path to escape.
Take your own golden hoop, unable to find the West day that you don't want.
Learn.
Slowly accept, slowly get used to, and slowly forget everything you used.
Crying, drunk, persistent, regretful, and delusion.
Then silently close your eyes to accept all this.
Watching this world might not belong to me.
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We are all the weeping monkeys. I remember an article in which a little girl asked her father, "Why don't Sun Wukong stop going to the tiangu after coming out from the bottom of the five fingers? But what is the story of the incompetent master ?" I have forgotten how her father answered her. Maybe his father has no answer, but I know, because we are all monkeys.
Today, I have no intention of seeing that the four masters of the Journey to the West have achieved success. I don't believe that Wukong will like the title of "Fighting Buddha". He only cares about the golden hoop on his head, it's a pain point and cool he can't escape. I always believe that the bloody, loving, and hateful Wukong in "westward journey" is the real one. He once dreamed that he would pick up his favorite man on the colorful clouds. He could do it. If God could give him another chance, he would love the promise of 10 thousand years.
But Wukong is still Wukong. He chose not to be a great secret, and he chose not to make any noise. I complained about his weakness. I complained about his incompetence. He was able to endure and accept all the little moles, the pets of the immortals, And the inexplicable disasters, I have endured all the playings and playings. ." At the end of everything, a tear is flowing through the monkey's face ......
That guy looks like a dog ......
I cried. I am the weeping monkey.
I want to be another great sage, five hundred years ah, the sky and the sea, the stubborn stone is also full of moss, only one heart, Re has not changed. Yearning for easy and easy. The unlimitedly direct tiangu.
I cannot. For the sake of my master, he gave me a second life. He is my parent and his expectation is westday. His wish is to become a Buddha without my protection, he cannot fulfill his wish. Even if he always thinks that I cannot be saved, even if he misunderstands my indifference with the naked eyes, even if he does not give up relentlessly, even if he does not give up repeatedly, I want to stay with him.
I can't. For the sake of the Eight Precepts, he is my child. I gave him hope to keep him by my side. Without my guard, he can only be a stupid pig. Even if he is greedy, even if he doesn't understand anything, even if he is clever, even if he hates my constraints, even if he never understands my care, I want to give him the best protection.
I can't, for the sake of understanding. He is my wife, and he has been behind me. He is honest and simple, silently bearing everything, turning between our teachers and apprentices, and shouldering the burden of all life, with no regrets, we are on this long journey.
I can't. I really can't. I can't be the holy ghost again ......
I cried. Have you seen it? I am a practitioner, and I am Wukong.
I turned over a few resources and cried at the corner of the earth ......
We are all the weeping monkeys. When we were young, we were at our liberty. We could waste our capital, we had all the freedom, and we could do what we wanted, we dare not take the lead in the world. We don't care about the results, even if there is five hundred years of suffering.
But when we get old, we get married and have children, and we shoulder the responsibility of our family, we become Wukong. For the sake of our wives and children, even if one person bears all the hardships, even if no one knows, even if we give up all our dreams, even if we are insulted by the Buddha, even if we are not talking about it, we will all go through every solid step on this journey of the West.
We are not dasheng, We are Wukong, we are all the crying monkeys. We cannot wipe the tears in our eyes after five hundred years of youth, and we are on our way to the West ......
You see, that guy looks like a dog ......