Mirror Love Shadow

Chapter 33 The Internet of Meaning, the Story of Moral
The sky was slightly cool, and a gust of icy air leaked out of the tranquility.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked up at the scorching sun, like a burning fire.Looking at the people walking in a hurry.I can't help but sigh the drama-like youth, as if I have experienced the itch of love that has been twisted and twisted and heart-wrenching.

All this is like a warm summer blowing away and ushering in a lazy and yellowing autumn. The yellow leaves falling in the fallen flowers are rendered by the silence and loneliness, just like a clear stream that renders the lifelike wind and dust.

The colorful and lonely season always renders everyone's smile and parting sorrow. Even if you walk into a heavy life, it may not become a clear and warm current.Yesterday's dream is like the desire to light a firefly.

I was sitting at the desk bored, looking at the computer drowsily, tapping the keyboard quickly.

Suddenly, my QQ beeped.

Maybe it's a lonely heart that can't escape a pair of desire eyes.This is already the third year since I left Anhuai, a person named Daoxiang on the Internet suddenly came to chat with me, and I tried to escape from such a stranger.But the free and easy chatting mood may be all the pleasure I have in the past two years. This kind of happiness is a kind of super relief.

This person named Daoxiang seemed to be very warm to me.

"What's your job?"

"Accountant."

"Hehe, is it tedious and boring?"

"got used to."

"Want to get to know each other, okay?"

"Hehe, I'm not Bajie who is full and boring, chasing after flowers all day long."

"Haha, I'm not a Drifting Monk who recites Buddhist scriptures all day long."

"Hehe, then who is trying to dominate this boring?"

"You're so funny, haha, let's meet when I have time."

The unexpected relief in the impetuousness is so refreshing.

Smelling a burst of fragrant fragrance in the flashy air, I pushed the window open, and the rustling rain in front of my eyes watered a magnificent and prosperous beauty, and the clouds and moon between the sky and the earth seemed to absorb the all bright.Such human flowers blooming are such icing on the cake.

Wandering in the sky, my bright mood was poured by a warm sun, as if the clouds were floating in the high mountains and flowing water, singing and adding paintings in the clouds.

Now that I think about it, the real emotion is not to snatch everything for the sake of achievement and carry a heart-wrenching journey. I believe that the vows and vows that have passed through the centuries will always be the most beautiful chapter in love.

Today's night is drizzling, and the stay in the bar is my only pastime.The burning years are just around the corner here, and the way to play and stay is just a passive enjoyment.The calm, free and easy struggle of love, and there will be no relationship tomorrow is a way for sisters to fight for love.They destroy each other in the spiritual world of extreme love and extreme hatred.

This hazy climate has already scratched my lonely heart. I remember that you once lit a firework that only survived in love. Playing with the desire bestowed by God burned my indelible pain. My heart is like dust, stupid I can only end in wordless love and hatred.

"What are you thinking about?"

He is Zijian, with a magical figure, and his tall and straight nose is his only classic perfect face.

"I just thought of him inexplicably."

I finished a cup of bitter coffee and said to him with a faint smile.

"Let me tell you a story."

He just shrugged coolly, with a look of helplessness on his face.

He is always so caring for every girl, as if he will fall into his tender and deep love unsuspectingly.

He told me that on a day when there is no alternation of time, there is always a group of creatures that inhabit the ground, always vying for delicious food when they are hungry, but watching the flowers and trees wither and wither day by day, they know that the end will always come. will come.At the moment of death, they tried their best to protect their partners with their last breath, and drowned with them in the terrifying wind and sand.They know that there is no permanent food in this world.As time goes by, possessiveness is just an instinct. Everything that swallows them is a terrifying wind and sand. Protecting their companions from competing for food is their last discovery and cherishing each other. In the ultimate reproduction of the next creature, death is the default. The law of choosing the boundary of rebirth can only be giving and letting go, and sometimes the liberation of possession is the doomed alternation of renewal in nature.

If wind and sand are the masters of death, it is better to say that the last possession is an extremely wrong way.The yin and yang worlds have their own domains, and love and selflessness are the most beautiful auras in life.

The beginning and end of the life cycle is an inherent balance, and the continuation of this eternal balance is to continuously carve rhymes and harmonize each other in a perfect world.

Zijian always likes to chat with me about these interesting philosophies after dinner and tea.He always talks in front of me with a haughty attitude, and I have to be impressed by his ability to brag.

In the end, Zijian said: "Don't expect that all the good things in the world will be balanced. Only letting go is the liberation of the current desires. The fulfillment of life lies in giving what you can give. Looking down at the world and working together is perfect harmony. "

"Well, he is the smoke bomb I gave up, you know." I said to him with a chuckle.

"Haha! The smoke bomb of love." He clapped his hands and laughed.

In this way, we opened our hearts and were happy. I am grateful to Zijian for the allegorical story that made me understand the meaning and reason of existence in the world.

Perhaps, the journey home at the end of life is a state of selflessness. The material desires in the world are the struggle to satisfy inner desires, but the Internet and Zijian’s stories are more of a kind of joy and touch to me. Philosophy has continued through the years filled with stories...  
Let the time follow in the world of reverie; let the wandering soul appreciate and bloom in the selfless perfection.

(End of this chapter)