A child who died prematurely, with a blurred face, had never seen her dead child who had been born before, and cried in the dark night, as if she was being chased by a lonely ghost.
She suddenly woke up. It was such a cold day, but she was covered in cold sweat and tears.
Just like myself, I will always be a lonely ghost wandering alone, and a death row prisoner who will never know where tomorrow will be.
I can still chat and laugh with people during the day, but this terrible long cold night.
Every night is full of nightmares.
When I hated the most, I wish I could poison him to death in the palace!
But no matter how much hatred it is, it will be useless.
What else can I do!
She put on her clothes and got out of bed, walked to the window, listening to the sound of ice and snow outside. In fact, spring is about to come, but it is cold and the spring seems particularly slow.
spring!
She sighed softly, actually, what can spring do?
She got up and washed, soaked her hands in the cold water, and her mind instantly woke up. Then she slowly walked towards the Taoist temple.
It was a statue of Li Er and Zhuangzi, the Taoist leader of the Southern Dynasty. It was swaying and elegant, as if everything was not concerned. Laozi and Zhuang's philosophy was governed by inaction. This was a religion believed by the spiritual Taoist master, which was very different from the great gods in the north.
She looked at the statues of the two masters of the Southern Dynasty and remembered Zhuangzi's wife. Zhuangzi died, and Huizi hugged her, and Zhuangzi sang in a pan and sang. Huizi said: "If you live with people, your eldest son will be old, and you will not cry until you die.
, and sing the basin, isn't it so much!" Zhuangzi said: "Otherwise, look at the beginning and its original existence is not born, it is not just born but it is invisible, it is not just invisible but it is in energy. It is mixed with light and suddenly changes, and it changes.
There is qi, and qi changes and shape, and there is life, and now it changes and dies. This is the process of spring, autumn, winter and summer. People sleep in a huge room, but I cry and cry, and I
I thought it was not in my life, so I stopped it.”
This means that Zhuangzi died and his wife celebrated with drums and drums. When others asked him why he was like this, he said that it was a blessing that a person would be liberated when he died.
Fangfei once wondered, what kind of people could transcend this level?
She didn't attend the worship, but just sat on the futon and looked at the statue of the old man with concentration.