Bird: K of Green

"Nursery Rhymes" is full of dust and debris, and there is a leaf stick between the fragile pages. You can smell the rotten air, and it has probably not been turned over for a long time.Once I just opened it, I was very worried that the paper would be smashed.The color scheme of the illustrations is old, and the ancient English is obscure, which I don’t understand. There is only one line of small characters written between the doors, and the blue ink is soaked through.

This is probably the word before the age of 11?Little graceful English.

The Liu I know is a very playful person, but he studies everything he thinks is fun, so it is not surprising that there is a nursery rhyme book about Bishui Liu before the age of 11.However, since Xu was 11 years old, it has run aground together with the childhood that flowed suddenly, and the story ended without a problem.

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When I left our home and never went back, I had no choice but to look for the Japanese translation and read it occasionally before going to bed.And in the days when Liu can be seen, I always don't want Liu to find that I am staring at him obsessively.

At that time, it was the time when he and Zi couldn't do without each other the most, and Zi, the guy, always occupied him, holding him in his arms everywhere he went.From time to time they go for a walk by the beach, so I don't feel bad about it.I stood at the window and watched, the snow particles from the edge of the eaves shook and fell all over the window sill, and the melted snow water poured into the house.The coastal sightseeing trail is not far from home. Due to the influence of the sea and light on my sight, I can't actually look around. After looking for a long time, I get tired of playing some games.

There is always a stone hanging in the heart.After all, Liu shouldn't go out so casually, should he?When I finally saw their figures returning home, I immediately felt relieved.

So you see, these adults are really not reassuring.I think I am quite tired at such a young age, taking care of this and that.

The family is as tired as I am, probably only Mr. Pan.It's a pity he's gone.

I copied many copies of the Heart Sutra yesterday and offered him a spiritual seat.Speaking of which, he is a Christian, and I copied the Heart Sutra to him in the same way as Zi did. This fact is ridiculous, and I really feel sorry for him.But I don't know what else to do for him.I am the son of JUNGLE from the Green Clan. Mr. Pan is the outdated Ash King and the trunk of the big tree JUNGLE.I have no chance to be filial to him, and I feel sorry for him.

And I have to admit, when I think that the Red King will bear the burden of killing the king, I feel a little bit of pleasure.

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I thank Mr. Pan.

After I copied so many copies of the Heart Sutra, he really blessed us.When Zi told me that Liu used that little trick to pass the range of the place of detention, I was astonished as if I had seen a ghost.

Mr. Pan's ghost.

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The dark green orange trees bear white flowers in summer.The collar pins are two golden leaves bent into an arc.

On the way back to my home, I passed the primary school attached to the middle school in the civilian area. Inside the iron gate fence, there were a few children about my age playing football on the rubber playground. They were chasing each other with joy.I am not uncommon for a childhood portrayed in such an ordinary blueprint, but I unconsciously asked the driver to stop the car.Through the car window, I stared blankly for a long time.

The inside and outside of the fence seem to separate two lives, but what separates the two lives is the imprisoned thinking.If people can escape from the axis of thinking and time, then every life in thousands of kalpas must overlap at a certain moment.The 12-year-old figure appeared in front of my eyes until the setting sun brushed over his face, dyeing every little hair on his skin golden.

--How are you?

When I am king, you will be the regent.

—Let me drink this glass of wine, your soul is the flower and water that separates darkness.

Extra episode

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When Sukuna was a child, he participated in a meeting between his grandfather and a lama called "The Dalai Lama".

At that time, he was only four years old, knelt on the pulu, and was aroused by the tinkling silver tea utensils in front of him. He watched intently as the envoy divided the tea bricks with a tea knife and threw them into the pot.Add water, turn on the fire, the flames lick the bottom of the pot, and boil.The fire of the red clay stove burns quietly, which is why the water boils, and when it reaches [-] degrees, it will stop heating up. At this time, the fire must be extinguished, otherwise the water will evaporate completely. However, if the heating is stopped, the water will be difficult to Keep it hot.Think about it carefully, this is also a kind of conservation of cause and effect.

The envoy filtered the tea liquid, poured it into a horse mouth pot, and added ghee, yak milk and salt to the clean liquid and whipped it.The beaten butter tea was made into five bowls. The first bowl was sprinkled in the sky to worship the gods, the second bowl was poured into charcoal fire to extinguish demons, and the remaining three bowls were respectfully placed in the Dalai Lama, Grandpa and Xu. In front of Jiuna.

The bottom of the last bowl has sugar cubes in advance, which gradually melt when heated, making the tea thicker.The child picked up the bowl and took a sip, and it was really thick and sticky, smooth and glutinous honey.Grandpa and the Dalai Lama were talking with the help of an interpreter. Sukuna moved to the kang fire and picked up a piece of cooked yak meat wrapped in intestine oil to eat.

The next second he threw up.He was really not used to the strong fishy smell, so he sniffed the rest with disgust. Pepper, nutmeg, and cumin seemed sour and bitter after the high temperature, and the nose was unbearable.He rinsed it in tea and threw it aside.Grandpa and the Dalai Lama in red and yellow cassock are still talking about the old thangka that was presented as a gift with terrible contents.

What else?What else did they talk about.

The wall fire was raging, and the firewood cracked from time to time.The treasured skeleton wand pried open the fangs of the evil spirits, King Matou Ming subdued the demonic barriers of the Three Realms with his wrath, the vajra was shining brightly, and the Thangka with its image was hung above the fireplace, accompanied by the voice of memories, Sukuna I was shocked.The room was dim, and Grandpa's eyes were hooked into two black holes, and the fire was shattered and erratic.

Today, Sukuna finally heard the truth from his grandfather, and saw that Thangka again.He suddenly recalled the more detailed content of the meeting many years ago.In fact, people who did not pay attention to things when they were four years old suddenly recalled them nine or ten years later. Putting them on ordinary people, it is impossible to retrieve those contents that are only fleeting in consciousness.But fortunately, Gojo Sukuna is not an ordinary person.He felt that there was a needle, and all the things that had happened in his life since he was born and grew up to the present were densely sewed into a string, and even some memories that did not belong to him were sewed in by the needle and thread .

——Yes, Rinpoche said, according to your point of view, the succession of kingship due to the Dresden stone is similar to the reincarnation of living Buddhas.

——□□.Everything has no essence, it can be said that it only appears temporarily, or will form a certain state under certain conditions. "Fruit" is formed by various "causes" gathered together, and "causes" are ever-changing, so the world is impermanent.This by no means means negative, on the contrary, it is precisely because of impermanence that people are endowed with infinite possibilities for development, so as to achieve changes and make things develop in a direction that is beneficial to them.

——Everything goes wrong or everything goes well, it’s only temporary. Everything fluctuates with variables, and impermanence is the normal state. If you are obsessed with appearance and get stuck in it, you will have pain.You can divination some kind of fuzzy future with yin and yang spells. You have foreseen the possibility of your grandson and his fate of meeting Bo Le. Since various phenomena show that the King of Gold is not his Bo Le, Then you might as well stay calm and wait for good luck.

——Rinpoche said that a great achiever is not attached to appearance.

Do you still remember the flower that shriveled and withered leaving only the stems and branches? ——The flower car girl gave it to Liu with silent tenderness.The girl's eyes are purple.

The flowers are fluttering with the sea wind, drifting on the waves, rolling one after another in the sky, bidding farewell to the clouds, and finally settled on the roof of the wooden house by the stream.Sukuna was just half a palm away from it, and Zi picked it off.Then Sukuna gave it to Ruu, and threw it into the trash basket made of dried vines.

Time flies, and we must admit that Sukuna made a mistake in one step.At that time, he was not a person who knew how to judge, Liu looked at him with calm and cold eyes.Fortunately, he is that flower, but not that flower.

This shapeless flower was born in a warm glass room and never touched the real nature. Now it is wading through the rain and rushing to the future. I don’t know where it will be blown away by the wind. ?A desert covered with camel thorns and red willows, or a million hectares of Gobi Desert?However, sooner or later it will rush to the sea with the current, and finally return to the place where it came from.

Therefore, the black book that Mr. Pan carries all the year round records: One generation passes and another generation comes, but the land will last forever.The sun rose, and the sun set, and hastened to the place from which it came.The wind blows to the south, then turns to the north, keeps swirling down, and returns to its original course. The rivers turn to the sea, but the sea is not full. Wherever the rivers flow, they return.

Everything grows, winter passes, time is like waves.Xia Yu, stop it.

"If form and emptiness are separated, and you can only choose one, what do you choose? If you can only choose one for non-perception through transmission and obsession for extinction, what do you choose?"

The smoke pot knocked twice on the edge of the tea sea.The emerald phoenix hanging from the back end of the gilt handle swings left and right.

"Family and country, war and peace, cause and effect, tell me, what do you choose?"

"Family, love, friendship, talk about it, why can't these be compared with that stone slab?"

The earth split open, and the war quickly spread across the country like a plague.There is a hot wind floating over the Baltic Sea. The summer is humid and long. The boundless dark night covers everything. Occasionally, the neighing of birds can be heard from the depths of the jungle, and the cobweb-like waters can be vaguely discerned on the outer edge of the forest.Flocks of ferns and sage grow here, the