Buddha said to me: You have a dust. I wipe it hard. Buddha said: You are wrong, dust can't be rubbed. I will strike down. Buddha said: You are wrong, dust is not dust, how to have dust. I can't understand. What is the dust in my heart? The dust is dusty, who can go to a dream? Is it a dream? Is it a dream or a tender? It's a butterfly dream. Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou became a butterfly in the dream? "Wake up." I dreamed that you sway my body whispered in my ears. In the dream, when I woke up, I burst into tears, you will be in your arms, I am crying like a child, you don't say anything with your hands. I am in my dreams and tell you the dream. I said that I dreamed that I was fascinated in the desert. I was full of wind and sand. I didn't open my eyes, I couldn't shout, I didn't see the sound, I wanted to go, but I found that I was sleepy in Sand. The sand is sliding me, I think there is something to pull my legs in the sand, I thought that this dream of the Red dust was over, but you still don't appear, you are not destined to appear in my dream. ? I am struggling, I just want to take some space to see you, see what you want to appear in my dream, but I struggled to sag, the faster, and you haven't appeared, gradually, Sand hidden my eyes, I was dark in front of my eyes, and later I heard a wonderful voice summoned me, I tried to open my eyes, I saw a butterfly flew from me, staying on my head, I When I wanted to reach out, I found that I had already moved, I was finally afraid, but the butterfly kissed my hair, and the gorgeous wings were scratched to draw a beautiful trajectory. I went to me. I used to cry. 里 哽 哽 哽 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 "Fool." You said in the dream. "Do I not be around you?" I buried my head in your chest, my hands went around your waist, closed eyes, I said: "You are that Is it only a butterfly in my dream? "You are light and lower." You don't look at me? "I said no, I said that I remembered the butterfly, you said a laughter? I am a one I will not fly the butterfly. "Holding you for a long time, I slowly opened my eyes, the unknone of tears made my eyes blurred, I looked up at your long hair, I looked up with a butterfly clip, lifelike, I released hands I reached out to take the butterfly, pinch it tightly, I said that I took you tightly without letting you fly, you kiss me gently and said: "The butterfly is not found in the night. "If you have a soft lip, if there is no touch of my ear, I remembered the butterfly who kissed my hair. In your whispered whisper, I slept in the shallow breath. Go. When woke up, there was a butterfly in front of the window. My heart was twitching. Is it you? I put it in your hand to you, the built-in hand, that is like flying Is the butterfly clip that you have lost last night? Have you ever arrived in my dream? Buddha said: You have a dust on your heart.
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