Chapter 160: 252 chapters, that beautiful fairy, took the book of life

252 chapters, that beautiful fairy, took the book of life...

252 chapters, that beautiful fairy, handed me the book of life to look at……

——Liu Guozong's Spring Diary, entry seventy-six

In the latter half of the spring night, the moonlight was among the rosy clouds, and the rosy clouds were in the moonlight. I had just stepped out of the dream; the things in the dream I still remember clearly......

Just now in the Tai Xu Huan Jing, I read these lines: "Clear moon hard to encounter, rosy clouds easily disperse. Heart higher than heaven, status lowly." But I don't know whether these words were directed at me or at someone else? If they were meant for someone else, why did that beautiful fairy point out this line on the book of life for me to see?

How malicious is the fairy's intention!

Now the dream has awakened; I returned from the Tai Xu Huan Jing to the latter half of the spring night, and indeed I saw the moon in the sky obscured by the rosy clouds.

The fairy's words seem to have some hidden meaning? But I am doubtful again. Those who are suspicious find it hard to achieve great things; I am someone who has never accomplished anything major in my life, forever only a worker, unable to be a boss. But......

I want to wade into the river to pick lotus blossoms, but alas it is early spring now. In early spring, the little lotus has not yet shown its tip; all beautiful hopes require waiting, patient waiting......

Outside the window, under that bright light, has the pond sprouted spring grass? But I know that among the mixed trees beside the pond, those birds that have held back all winter will start chirping without waiting for dawn.

Will I also call out? Then the people around will say I have a 'mental problem'.

In the early spring morning, what will I see? Flowers blooming? Flowers falling? Or the boss's pleasant expression?...

O God, grant me the radiance of a morning star, and let me shine among the crowd; O God, grant me a bouquet of fresh flowers, so that I may spread beauty and fragrance on the streets; O God, grant me……

"Awaken, child――

Your heart, your dreams, your soul! Do not be timid! Do not be greedy! Do not be impatient! In spring, cast away the wings of fantasy, trample the greedy heart into powder! Cross the gate of death, even if the weight and annoyance of failure press you down! ……

My Lord, said to me.

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