Chapter 2473 Impermanent Hibiscus (Part 2)

Day after day alone on a hill,

Day after day, standing alone on the top of the mountain,

the man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,

Smiling silly, enjoying this tranquility to yourself,

But nobody wants to know him,

But no one wants to know him,

They can see that he's just a fool,

He is actually a fool,

As he never gives an answer,

He never told anyone,

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down,

That fool watched the sun go down,

And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round,

The whole world swayed in his head,

Well on the way, head in a cloud,

Living in your own fantasy,

the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud,

Talking to myself in a loud voice on the top of the mountain,

But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make and he never seems to notice,

But no one cares,

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down,

That fool watched the sun go down,

And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round,

Thinking about this rapidly rotating world,

And nobody seems to like him they can tell what he wants to do,

No one likes him, everyone seems to know what he is doing,

And he never shows his feelings,

He never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down,

That fool watched the sun go down,

And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round,

Thinking about this rapidly rotating world,

He never listens to them He know that they're the fools,

He never listened to them, he knew they were fools,

They don't like him,

no one likes him,

The fool on the hill sees the sun going down,

That fool watched the sun go down,

And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round,

He just watched the world change rapidly.

The songs coming from the radio were not suitable for dancing. Pomona looked at Lily lying in the evening primroses, and she was shaking her head while listening.

"Is this a Beatles song too?" Pomona asked her.

"Shh!" Lily seemed to find her annoyed and asked her not to make a sound.

Pomona found it increasingly difficult to understand Muggle rock music and the lyrics they sang.

"I heard that they wrote this song to pay tribute to Han Shan." Lily said while lying on the ground, "Han Shan was a monk."

"What?" Pomona asked confused.

"Hmm~" Lily frowned.

"Are you feeling sick to your stomach?" Pomona asked.

"No, I'm thinking about how to explain it to you." Lily said immediately, "It's hard to explain."

Pomona felt that she could start by understanding Hanshan as a person, and then understand why the Beatles wrote a song to "tribute" to him, even though the tribute song said that he was a fool.

At this time, the sound of a recorder came from the radio. This cheap instrument made of plastic could not hide its uneven timbre even with superb playing skills.

"Oh!" She couldn't help covering her ears, "It's so unpleasant."

"They never listen to him," Lily said. "Nobody likes him, just like you are now. Put your hands down."

Pomona hesitated and put his hand down.

"Can you play the recorder?" Lily asked.

"No."

So Lily raised her wand and turned a branch into two recorders.

"Come on, I'll teach you." She said eagerly.

Pomona heard that all Muggle elementary schools seemed to have to learn this.

"Snape can do this too?" she couldn't help but ask Lily.

Lily tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"What?" Pomona asked.

"I don't know." Lily thought as she said, "When he comes later, we can let him try."

Pomona was also curious. Would Snape lift his big nose and look at the instrument with disdain, or would he play a new song?

As a result, she became less averse to learning the recorder, although the sound was still unpleasant.

In Buddhist terminology, there is a word called "suffering sets in and destroys the path."

Suffering is the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Set is how causes and conditions come together.

Annihilation is the elimination of delusional karma and freedom from the suffering of life and death.

The Tao is the right path to achieve the state of Nirvana.

In other words, after realizing the cessation of suffering and the path to annihilation, you can reach Nirvana, escape from the sea of ​​suffering, and go to the Western Paradise to become a Buddha.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in deep Prajna-Rami for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all sufferings.

The color of relics is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color.

Everything in front of you is just an illusion, just like the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. The white mist is a natural curtain, which corresponds to color, sound, fragrance, and all dharma. If you cut it off, you can get rid of it all.

She had a dream last night, in which she came to a place covered with red mist. Two blurry figures could be seen on the opposite side of the red mist.

She wasn't sure now whether she saw Severus at that time.

People say that the day is full of thoughts and the night is full of dreams, but she clearly didn't think much about him during the day.

In the past, she didn't know how high the sky was and thought she was really capable. She was no longer afraid of punishments and curses from heaven. She not only deceived a devil, but also revealed secrets.

Now everything is her "catastrophe".

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is another name for Avalokitesvara, which means that when you can observe yourself and understand yourself, you can be at ease.

She now wanted to see the Mirror of Erised and see if what she saw in the mirror had changed. She believed that Albus would not have seen woolen socks in the mirror at the beginning, maybe he had also seen

His old lover, Grindelwald, just didn't know whether he was seeing the handsome young man who almost led him astray, or the adult Grindelwald.

People are not as good as a thousand days, and flowers are not as red as a hundred days.

People are going to change.

Not long after, the castle arrived, and the cavalry rushed in first. Georgiana's carriage drove across the drawbridge and came directly to the atrium of the castle.

Ibrahim was the name of the Mamluks. He changed his name to Ali after coming to France. He was one of the three slaves brought back from Egypt by Napoleon.

Ali had a bad temper, and he had conflicts with almost all the servants, but his skills were pretty good, so Georgiana asked him to report to Shabi.
To be continued...