Chapter 112: 196 chapters, don't miss the chance to bloom

196 chapters, don't miss the chance to bloom

195 chapters, don't miss the chance to bloom

――Liu Guozong Spring Diary Twenty-nine

a garden's flowers have bloomed, but I haven't had time to go admire and savor them before the wind and rain stole them away—what a pity; so much knowledge, I haven't had time to learn and master before time stole it away—isn't that also a pity?

Everything begins quietly and ends quietly. Spring, how can I grasp you?

BAt dawn, the little bird on my window finished its song, and before it could hear my praise, it flew away.

I know, it tells the good news of spring to more people.

Spring, how can I sing to you?

cThe ancients said, 'Poetry and wine ride the years.' I don't understand the meaning of the ancients' words; could it be that in youth, one only writes poetry and drinks wine, and does nothing else?

If one doesn't work, where does the money come from to buy wine? If a person spends all day only wanting to write poetry and drink wine, they will surely be trying to lift their own head to escape Earth.

Mr. Lu Xun apparently said something like this: first, survival; second, development. Survival is the foundation; if a person loses the foundation of survival, they cannot accomplish anything, let alone talk about writing poetry.

Therefore, we should also look at the ancients' words in a twofold way; what the ancients said is not necessarily all truth.

Spring, how can I praise you?

dI missed the blossoming; the tide of time has already flooded my youth's beach. On a summer afternoon with clear wind and gentle clouds, I occasionally saw those lotuses emerging from the water, slowly opening, and I delightedly realized: after the flowers bloom, there is still such a splendid season.

Dear friends, be sure not to miss the season of blooming.

Spring, how can I not miss you?