In that season, fish died and grass withered

All the prosperity is destined to fall in April of destiny. April is not a season of death. The fish is dead and the grass is withered. There is no hope to tie it again. Fall, in April of death, fall bottomless. I once had two small fishes, Chizi and Zimo. It only happened yesterday. The so-called ownership has never been realized. I just found a dilapidated wish to comfort myself. After getting up, I saw the fish dead. A deep sense of guilt wrapped me up. Yesterday, I also sent Xiao Xi a photo to show off my little fish. Xiao Xi said, why did you suddenly think of buying fish? I said it was fun to see it. She said, it was just a sudden thought. I said it was like this. She said, “I don’t like fish farming, so I am not free. I feel not free after reading it. I told her that I was already sad when I bought small fish. I am afraid that I can’t really raise them. I will release it in two days. However, without even one day, the little fish died. Yesterday, I also heard their subtle breathing sounds. Yesterday, they were still happy and lively. A flash in the pan makes the fish dead and the grass withered. When I got up in the morning, I saw the small fish’s mouth open, the white belly turned over, and froze in the water. The aquatic liquid I asked for from the boss who bought the fish was pale. The difference between life and death is obvious, and the body is the most real and persuasive evidence. Dark red, dark, Scales also fell. The beauty they used to be passed away in a flash. After all, beauty could not stand the temper and test of the death season. I buried Chizi and Zimo under the tree beside the stone path. Maybe it should be buried in the Peach Garden far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Chiko, Zimo, sorry. May OK. Perhaps, from then on, we will never raise those lives belonging to freedom. In fact, they have never been eager to be raised by human beings. Natural elves will naturally feed them with the essence of heaven and earth. I shouldn’t deprive them of their free lives with the mask of love. I have thought about it for 3000 years, but I don’t want to paint the creatures. The memory of fish is only seven seconds. Chizi and Zimo have forgiven the bottomless sins. And how can I accept this boundless forgiveness? How kind and deep it is, how far is wisdom. I began to understand the wisdom of Sannai and her schoolmates. She (they) bought a lot of fish and then went to the Yellow River to release them. You can’t control others’ thoughts, but you can practice your own good deeds. I do not want to visit any ceremony, but only wish my heart to live forever. The heart is rooted. If the earthly desire is too heavy and the evil of human nature is too strong, the root will wither. Only when the heart is rooted forever can the pattern and tolerance be formed. Man is a walker on the journey of life and death, and a practitioner in the sandalwood with wisdom. Quiet and determined, empty and quiet, the way is natural. And abstinence is an extreme detachment. Chiko, Zimo, sorry. This life blames me, and the afterlife is fine. In that season, the fish died and the grass withered. The obsession of release and the Pray of freedom had no regrets and sorrows in that season. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…