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Legend of Hunger and Immortal Cultivation

Author: Simon Xiao Liu

Shiqiaochan

Updated at 2011-1120: 53: 02 words: 72

Ananda said to Buddha: I like a woman. The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like this woman? Ananda said: I would like to be a stone bridge. The wind will blow for 500 years, the sun will shine for 500 years and the rain will rain for 500 years. I just want her to cross the bridge.

Flowering tree

Update time 2011-10-13 20: 27: 57 words: 129.

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.

Happiness is at two poles, and I can't give it to you.

Update time 2012-3-1215:19: 50 words: 697

I used to fantasize that I would hold your hand and shake it until I was old! There is no distance, and there is no need to return to China ... I dream of holding you gently for a year and recalling the past! There is no future, and time can't take away bits and pieces ... I dream that one day, I will touch your smile and feel each other's heartbeat! Without fluctuation, happiness is an impenetrable wall ... at that time, I became a stone bridge, exposed to the sun and rain for 500 years, waiting for you to pass by me. That year, I turned into a butterfly, spit out all my thoughts and stopped sleeping beside your shoulder. On that day, I became a remnant flower, enduring the dirt and smelling your coming and going. In this life, I can't find your hand ... so I've always been confused. How can an angel with a broken wing fly? This year, I think ...

Call me if you have any questions.