Chapter 133: 222 entries, those footprints like falling blossoms

222 entries, those footprints like falling blossoms......

222 entries, those footprints like falling blossoms……

――Liu Guozong Spring Diary Fifty‑One

In the late night of spring, Xichun always feared that flowers would bloom. The silent morning star, like many roads in the world, many affectionate people, remained silent.

"Roads are made by walking; in this world there were originally no roads," Lu Xun shouted, "What what road? It is forged by treading where there was no road, opened up where there were only thorns."

Alas, the silent morning star, the silent Flirting person, still remained silent.

"Oh, the road made by walking! That day it fell on your chest, those footprints like falling blossoms, why can't they be found today?"

"Can a road know its own end? The withered flowers and silent song have already drifted there. The road illuminated by the morning star has already extended into the dawn......"

I realize that a day's labor and busyness is about to begin.

People can cross oceans, climb mountains, fly into space, dig into underground palaces to steal treasures, but a person's inner thoughts—no one can steal them. Who can guess what the person constantly entwined with you is thinking? Your Flirting, your intention, your heart; or is it your house, the cash in your pocket? Or......?

No moonlight, only the sparse morning star of the spring's late night, and a gentle Wind blowing. I, like some historical old man, am puffing on a cigarette, utterly sleepless, recalling what I have lost: precious childhood.

The cigarette grows shorter, in the blink of an eye, much precious time turns to ash......

Back then, that never‑yielding Ah Q, when he pawned his last tattered cotton jacket, had nothing left. No one wanted to hire him for work, he had no capital for business, picking up trash, he couldn't let go of his pride, he thought of stealing radishes from the little nun's vegetable garden, but couldn't find the temple, and moreover that little nun still followed the big black dog......

"Damn it, this livelihood…… life has been snatched away by little d......"

I temporarily forgot myself.

Dear friend, am I old?

This doesn't matter, I still have vigor,

No strength, yet I have vitality, life force......

Although I am like a traveler......

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