Looking Through the Mirror

The Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist suddenly broke, and he woke up suddenly from his dream.It was raining lightly outside the window, and the thin and dense raindrops flew obliquely into the house, soaking the paper on the table.

When he squatted down, he recalled the dream that was many years late just now. In the dream, he knelt on one knee and bowed his head to call the person "Teacher", and the tall glazed tree in front of him was shining with bloody brilliance.There still seemed to be a lingering warmth on the lips, but the lingering lingering in the dream turned into a few words on paper.The glazed bead in his palm hurt so much that his palm hurt, so he came back to his senses, and heard the maid outside the house respectfully begging for Master Daoxuan.

"Xuan."

Qiao Rulai took a last look at the unwritten epitaph, raised her hand, and the candle flame suddenly jumped high.The tossing and turning thoughts, together with those secret lovesickness, were lost in the beating firelight.

You can't chase after all kinds of things yesterday.

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