Chapter 156: 248 chapters, giving thanks for everything

248 chapters, giving thanks for everything......

248 chapters, giving thanks for everything.....

_______Liu Guozong

At dusk, by the riverside in the wilderness, I gazed Flirtingly as I approached the spring's small river, just as I approached my childhood, my past, and that vanished time.

In my life, I have always been seeking the beauty of the 'center of the water,' but even now I do not know where that 'beauty of the center of the water' lies. However, I still love this surging river, and I love the time that flows like the river, coming and going in surges.

Because the river water drifts in endless wandering, it never repeats itself, nor is it ever sad or lonely; it spends its life constantly singing, never hesitating or wavering; regardless of Wind and Rain, it steadfastly keeps its direction.

I love the riverside plants that grow green and lush in obscurity, blooming with beautiful aquatic grasses and flowers.

Gazing at the surging river that comes and goes, I once again recalled the voice of a great foreign Classic of Poetry person—

Classic of Poetry person, oh, you should sing, praising those who do not linger, the hurried passersby; those who laugh as they rush forward, never looking back; those who, like flowers, burst into bloom in wanton Flirting joy, fleeting, never regretting.

Please do not sit silently, counting your past joys and sorrows—do not stop your steps, do not pick up the fallen petals of yesterday's fresh flowers on the ground, to discern their obscure meaning—do not try to fill the emptiness of life, because all joy comes from the depths of that emptiness.

"Give thanks for everything" is the will of the Creator. Tang Dynasty Classic of Poetry person Meng Jiao says: "Who says that an inch of grass's heart can repay the warmth of three springs?" Even the tender young grass of spring knows how to repay the spring sunlight's graceFlirting, if we do not know how to repay graceFlirting, we are not as good as that spring's young grass.

The clear river water, flowing hurriedly. Its tiny ripples arouse a strong resonance in my heart. The vanished waves are beautiful; aren't the endless waves flowing toward us also beautiful?

My Lord,

I love the spring riverside's

Every blade of young grass,

This, not only because I am a flowerless stalk……

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