A story that describes love, a story about a love story

The topic is: Who is the person who buried me in my previous life.

When I hold hands with someone, I think it will be a lifetime together.

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who made an appointment with his fiancée to get married on a certain day, month, and year. On that day, the fiancée married someone else.

The scholar was hit by this and could not afford to fall ill. At this time, a monk passing by Fang learned about the situation and decided to enlighten him.

The monk came to his bedside and took out a mirror from his bosom for the scholar to look at ......

The scholar saw the vast sea, and a murdered woman lying on the beach. Passing by a person, he took a look, shook his head, and left.

Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's corpse, and left. Passing by one more person, go over, dig a pit, and carefully cover the body.

Buried. In doubt, the screen switches. The scholar saw his fiancée. The moment when the candle in the cave room was lifted by her husband.

The scholar is unknown.

The monk explained that the corpse of the woman on the beach was your fiancée's past life. You are the second person to pass by, and have giving.

Over him a dress. She fell in love with you in this life, just to repay you. But in the end, she has to repay the person for a lifetime, the most.

The man who buried her was his current husband.

The scholar was enlightened. Recover!

In your previous life, who buried you?

Jin Yuelin found Lin Huiyin. He used his life of loneliness to repay Lin, the person who buried him in his previous life.

Who did Xu Zhimo find? "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people, and I am fortunate to have it; No, my life. So much for. This is what he said when he pursued Lu Xiaoman. He walked away from Lin Huiyin's side gently, just as.

He came gently, he waved his hand gently, and did not take away a single cloud beside Lin. In order to satisfy Lu's extravagant life, he frequented.

In the blue sky, he returned his 34-year-old life to Lu Xiaoman, who buried him in his previous life.

People hurried across the bridge.

Meng Po said: "Those who travel, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to quench their thirst." The thirsty man drank in a hurry. So, that past life.

The man who buried them gradually became obscure in their minds. They began to look around in fear, trying in vain to find them in the vast sea of people.

Find the lover of this life. The crowd looked for it, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light. "Actually, you take him with you.

is the remnants of your past life that remind you.

The sea in the moonlight, shimmering waves.

Look at the moonlit sea, in the deepest part of the sea, maybe the memories of your past life are hidden.

Isn't the old spirit on the Sansheng Stone really a beautiful legend? With my lover who buried me in my previous life, hand in hand in silver.

The beach should be the most perfect kind of happiness in this life.

I walked over the bridge.

Meng Po said: "Those who travel, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to quench their thirst." "No, no, no, I don't drink, I'd rather endure by the Lethe River.

Suffering from flooding and fire, I must also remember who buried my ...... in my previous life

Just like waiting for dusk with the sunset, I am waiting for the person who buried me in my previous life!

In winter, the snowflakes make thousands of graceful gestures and fall from the sky one after another. The willow trees, which had lost their leaves, were covered with fluffy, shiny silver stripes; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer, piled up with fluffy, heavy snowballs. The entire pond on the official road and the remnants of the lotus on the side of the official road is also covered with snow.

Walking on the official road, there was a man dressed in a blue cloth jacket, a blue satin melon skin hat, and a big book basket on his back, aged in his early twenties. While walking, he was still reciting Wang Anshi's poems: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone; I know that it is not snow, but I ...... it because there is a dark fragranceWalking to the side of a small hill, the scholar in Tsing Yi stopped, and he saw a girl about twenty or so lying on the side of the road, this girl was dressed in a sauce-colored cut velvet gown, very elegantly inlaid with money and lily piping and embroidered with two words "bamboo rain".

The cyan scholar stepped forward and shook the girl's head and shouted, "Girl! Girl! Seeing that there was no response, he tried to see if there was any breath on the girl's nose with his hand, only to find that he was dead. The kind cyan scholar dug a pit behind the hill and buried the girl, and then went on the road again.

Thousands of years by the bridge of the Nai River, there has been a girl wearing a sauce-colored cut velvet coat, as if waiting stupidly.

Meng Po came over and said kindly, "Girl! You've missed hundreds of chances to be reincarnated, so what are you waiting for! ”

The girl cried and said, "I must wait until the scholar who buried me in my previous life, and I must be his wife in the next life." ”

Meng Po smiled and shook her head. It turned out that the girl in the sauce-colored cut velvet coat was called "Zhuyu", and the person she was waiting for was the Tsing Yi scholar who buried her.

Qinghui reflects the lonely figure of Zhuyu, and hundreds of years have passed. Finally one day, she met the Tsing Yi scholar she had been dreaming about.

Zhu Yu happily greeted him and said, "Scholar, I have been waiting for you here for hundreds of years. You were the one who buried me in the previous life, and I will be your wife in the next life. ”

The cyan scholar looked at the bamboo rain inexplicably.

Zhu Yu picked up the Tsing Yi scholar's left hand, bit it deeply, and also bit it on his right hand.

Then, with a smile, he said to the scholar: "Don't think about it, when you are reincarnated and cross the Naihe Bridge, you will drink Meng Po soup." After drinking Meng Po soup, all the things in the past life will be forgotten.

I just left bite marks on both of our hands, and the bite marks will become birthmarks after we are reincarnated, and the birthmarks will make us meet in the next life. In this way, Zhu Yu and the scholar in Tsing Yi both crossed the Nai River Bridge.

The first one took one look and left, the second stopped and covered her head with a garment, and the third stopped to find a place to bury her.

The lyrics of Pu Shu's "White Birch Forest" are very touching.