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If I had. The Buddha said that how many times I looked back in the past life was exchanged for the passing of this life.

Inscriptiona) If I had a mountain of maple trees.

Can I share it with Du Mu?

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. "The great poet Du Mu went out on a late autumn afternoon, and came to the front of the depressed mountain, where a stone road winds up, and there must be a master of the world! The poet wanted to visit them, and when he rode up the mountain, he was suddenly attracted by the scenery in front of him:

Under the reflection of the setting sun, the frosted maple forest is in full swing, and every leaf is like a burning flame, more red than the spring flowers in February. He stopped the car, Jing was full of emotion at the magnificence of this natural life, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers"!

b) If I had a small boat.

Can you ask Su Shi to swim under the red cliff?

After Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, he often went to Chibi Jitou to visit and look. At that time, he was nearly half a hundred a year, standing at the head of Chibi Rock, looking at the river rolling eastward, thinking that his ambition to make contributions was also in vain, and he couldn't help but write the famous work "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia". After that, he went boating in the river and wrote "Red Cliff Fu" to express his thoughts and emotions.

c) If I have a fishing rod.

Can I go fishing with Sogen Yanagi?

Liu Zongyuan was very depressed after being demoted to Yongzhou, and when he lived in Yongzhou, he wanted to express his depression by using the fisherman who lived in seclusion between the mountains and rivers. This is how "Solo Fishing in the Cold River and Snow" is brewed.

iv) If I have a pot of tea.

Can you invite poets and lyricists to share?

Listen to their poems and lyrics and talk about that unforgettable experience.

Give up what should be given up and cherish what should be cherished. If I really have it, don't wait until I lose it, because it was how many times I looked back in my previous life before I got it in this life.

If I had a pair of wings, I would go to Egypt to see the bewildering pyramids; Go to the blue sea to explore the mysterious Bermuda; Fly to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to pay tribute to the great leader***.

If I had a pair of wings, I would go to the South Pole and frolic with the rickety penguins; Go to Africa and chase and race with the lively little antelope; Go to Shennongjia to see the white animals full of mysteries; Go to Sichuan to tease the naughty and cute pandas.

If I had a pair of wings, I would go to Jupiter to find out if there was life; Go to the moon to see how cute the legendary jade rabbit that accompanies the fairy Chang'e is; Count how many useful satellites have been built in the vastness of the universe.

When I really have a pair of wings, I will be more willing to fly to everyone who needs my help in time, share their pain, and bring infinite joy to everyone!

The Buddha said that looking back on the past life for 500 years was exchanged for the passing of this life" What is the content of the whole poem?

The Buddha said that looking back in the past life for 500 years is only exchanged for passing by in this life" This sentence comes from Xi Murong's poem "Looking Back". The full text is as follows: In my previous life, I looked back frequently, waving goodbye handkerchiefs and floating into a cloud.

How much lovesickness, how much sorrow, finally became a water mark to send me away. In this life, I look for the lost footprints of my previous life, trekking through mountains and rivers, and walking into your eyes. Five hundred glances back in the past life can be exchanged for one passing in this life.

I have looked back a thousand times in exchange for a stop in front of you in this life. Ask the Buddha: How many times do you have to look back before you can really live in your heart?

The Buddha is speechless, I can only look back frequently, like a moth throwing itself into a fire, regardless of the consequences, and without reason. Look back, look back. A thousand times, you are in my eyes, and you are in my heart.

I look back on it frequently, looking forward to your gentleness. I looked back a lot, longing to be together. In my previous life, I looked back in the boat.

The lotus leaves are one by one, and they become the sorrow in my eyes.

"Looking Back".

Xi Murong. In my previous life, I looked back frequently.

A handkerchief waving goodbye floated into a cloud.

How much acacia. How much sorrow.

Eventually, it became a water mark that sent me away.

In this life, I look for the lost footprints of my past life.

Cross mountains and seas. into your eyes.

Five hundred glances back in the past life can be exchanged for one passing in this life.

I have looked back a thousand times in exchange for a stop in front of you in this life.

Ask the Buddha: How many times do you have to look back before you can really live in your heart?

The Buddha was speechless, and I could only look back frequently.

Like a moth to a fire.

It is possible to be reckless.

You can do without a reason.

Look back, look back.

A thousand times. You are in my eyes.

Also in my heart.

I looked back a lot.

Looking forward to your gentleness.

I looked back a lot.

Eager to stay together.

In my previous life, I looked back in the boat.

Lotus leaves one by one.

It became the sorrow in my eyes.

In this life, the Buddha fulfills my thoughts.

Let me walk into your eyes.

I've been looking for a long time.

I'm tired and just want to rest in your arms.

Just want your hand to wipe the tears from my face.

Just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands.

Don't ask me why I've come all the way to find you in this life.

I didn't drink Meng Po soup.

I have you in my heart.

Don't ask me why I'm crying.

I didn't drink Meng Po soup.

I still remember the despair in my heart when I parted in my previous life.

Say I'm crying with joy.

Tears fall on your lapel.

The sorrows of the previous life bloomed into a dense lilac tree.

I just want to join hands with you under the tree to see that one bloom into five petals and prophesy happiness to us, and I still look back frequently in this life.

In this life, I still don't drink Meng Po soup.

In the next life, I will go all the way to find you.

In the next life, I will hold hands with you to find the five-petal cloves.

500 times in the past life in exchange for a passing in this life" is a poem written by Xi Murong, pretending to lay the fate of this life in the previous life, laying the groundwork for the profound emotions below. It also makes the whole poem more charming.