Chapter 138: In the dusk, I smelled the fragrance of love

In the dusk, I smelled the fragrance of love.

229 pieces, in the dusk, I smelled the fragrance of love.

——Liu Guozong

aIf life is a river, then yesterday's wind and yesterday's rain, the stories stirred up on the 'river', all turned into bitter-sweet and beautiful waves. When those bitter-sweet and beautiful waves sank into the riverbed of time, then, when looking back, why should I say to time: Come back――

My bitter-sweet and beautiful childhood.

Because I know, all bitter-sweet and beautiful endings will be as empty as waves. Since that's the case, why must we know whether, on the future path of life, it is wind or rain?

BWhen spring's charm and summer's romance quietly depart, when all splendor silently withers in the autumn wind, when all hopes and promises cannot be fulfilled.

I then stretched the rice stalk of my life toward the vast expanse of time and space, to explore a new beginning. To explore stars unnamed by people.

cThe stories in time are recalled one by one, although the plot is incomplete, many fragments are somewhat chaotic. These stories are also insignificant to the world, just as I am insignificant to the world.

But I need these stories (because these stories are the components of my life), just as I need this world.

cSuddenly I recalled the spring of my childhood, the dew-laden, just-bloomed charming flowers, and those grasses that could sing. At first I did not think this was a dream; I even thought life had started again from childhood.

When the dream woke, I only then knew that in the dusk I smelled the fragrance of love, walking the path I had not finished walking, writing the story I had not finished writing.

A wise man said to me: 'The lights of the journey must rely on oneself; light it oneself, illuminate one's own path.'

dPerhaps after the vicissitudes, I am still on the way, while you already have a good ending. Perhaps after the vicissitudes, I no longer have excessive demands on life, retaining only a sense of clarity and a sense of thought for myself.

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