Chapter 161

253 chapters, "Good flowers should be viewed before they begin....."

253 chapters, "Good flowers should be viewed before they open......"

--Liu Guozong's Spring Diary 77

In the late night of spring, the moon was very Brightness, the stars were very big. Under the moonlight's illumination, the big stars were very bright, very Brightness.

Heavenly River in in very bright moon, very big star shine under, becomes very shallow very shallow. The shallowness allows the Niulang and Zhinv longing on opposite banks to come and go freely.

Guo Dashiren said:

In that ethereal space,

There must be a beautiful market,

Some of the items displayed in the market,

No need to advertise in newspapers or on TV,

Spend a lot of money to hire celebrities,

No need for many beautiful words,

to decorate and beautify oneself.

Because those are all――

the true Beauty, rarities and marvels that do not exist in the world.

Outside the window, the crabapples had some blooming, some fallen. Between the flowering and withering, Shiguanglaoren again walked forward with his faltering steps, taking a few small steps.

I recall Lu Xun once mocked some people, saying that some who see the moon wane and flowers wither burst into tears, which is an expression of not understanding science, having a head full of hot air.

I think it's those who understand science, facing the vicissitudes of human affairs and the merciless passage of time, facing the unpredictable nature, when he has patted the railings all over, no one will, when he ascends to contemplate, he cannot help but sigh.

When people are proud in the spring breeze, when they become popular with trendy talk, their speech tends to be a bit grandiose, a bit rash.

And those disappointed souls sitting in the cowshed, no matter how scientific they are, or rather they are high-tech talents engaged in scientific research, will also feel disheartened. In the Southern Song there was a person named Xin Qiji, who was actually not a poet but a hero resisting foreign invaders; when he found no way to serve his country, the hero became a poet, because his poems were too much like those of a poet, even more poet-like than poets.

This hero or poet, sitting in the cowshed, a big man, with nothing to do, or perhaps nobody wants him to do anything, or they won't let him do anything. All day he's cooped up in a dingy hole, wasting the years, extremely bored. Spring goes, autumn comes, flowers bloom and wither, the hero has no place to display his talents.

Look, spring has come again without discussion. With this spring's arrival, the flowers will bloom, the grass will grow, the orioles will fly, the willows will turn green. This is the law of nature; no one can stop it.

But this poet spoke nonsense. He said: 'Spring, I love you. I love you so much that I fear the flowers will bloom too early. Flowers, why can't you bloom a little later? When the flowers bloom, spring arrives; when things come, they also leave quickly. Just like beautiful youth, when one feels that one is in the prime of youth, that prime is about to pass.'

Is this what a normal-thinking person would say? Whether flowers bloom late or early, that is what people call it? Can human will control it? It's too mysterious. If he were to write fantasy works like this, the number of clicks would surely be many. Unfortunately, he has nowhere to recite his verses with bowed head; only the moonlight like water can shine on him. In the Southern Song there probably was no Starting Point Website.

Why does the poet fear early blooming? (A big man, opening his mouth to say 'flowers', closing his mouth to say 'grass'. Using Zhao Benshan's words: 'Isn't this too embarrassing? This person.') In his sigh, he lets time flow away pointlessly.

Tender green sprouts,

and saying to the youth,

Display yourself!

pale white flower

And said to the youth:

Contribute yourself!

deep red fruit,

And said to the youth:

Sacrifice yourself!

「……」

Now it is early spring, tender green, ah, some have just sprouted, some flowers have just begun to bud; it is exactly the time to offer one's beauty, one's fragrance...

Remember someone once said: 「Good flowers are to be seen before they begin。」

Heaven Brightness mounts the road ahead, are there beautiful flowers?