Chapter 100: 181 chapters, the latter half of spring night

181 chapters, the latter half of spring night.....

The latter half of spring night......

――Liu Guozong Spring Diary Nineteen

The latter half of spring night, the crescent moon has not yet come out. In the human world, I have not seen the crescent moon; it seems like a long time has passed.

Now I only know that spring has warmed, but there is still no insect sound to penetrate my window screen.

Even if there were insect sounds, my window screen would not need to be penetrated. Because my window fundamentally has no screen; it's just pasted with plastic paper by someone else, and it's already old and worn, even falling off.

I haven't heard insect sounds for a long time. I vaguely recall it was around the end of autumn and beginning of winter.

At that time, that tiny sprite, calling in the cold air, seemed like a great fantasy of winter.

The insects' calls are extremely interesting. Yet their fate, in that cold late autumn and early winter, is also pitiful.

Alright, it's already spring now, although the peach and plum are not yet red, the willows not yet green. I have already been having good dreams, thinking good thoughts.

Hope, hope, hope, always exists. Who says the emptiness of hope is the same as the value of despair? Who says my youth has also gone far? Who says my life's hope is so slim?

Look, in the latter half of this early spring night, under this dim starlight, in the hazy dream, I saw the already good story――

This story is beautiful, graceful, interesting. Many beautiful people and beautiful things intertwine like a day's brocade of clouds, and myriad shooting stars seem to fly, simultaneously unfolding, thus becoming endless........

All around is spring, myriad willow branches in the spring breeze. The plum blossoms by the broken bridge outside the post station are not lonely either; bees and butterflies fly to and fro around her, which is great fun......

I am with the crowd, walking on the great road, spirited and rushing forward.

At this moment, the earth is keeping watch by the roadside. Earth, what are you watching? Is it the eternal question to the sky? Sky, what is your answer? Is it eternal silence?

Silence, silence. Neither wind blows in silence, nor rain falls in silence. Then let a lifetime of wind and rain be as it may! Although I cannot create any miracle for this world, my very existence is a miracle of this world........

The latter half of spring night, I sat by the window; the world was like a passerby who paused before me for a moment, nodded, and then walked on.

I listen in stillness: will spring come? Will there be apricot blossoms in the alley tomorrow morning?

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