Chapter 162: 254 chapters, you want me to love you, there must be a reason

254 chapters, you want me to love you, there must be a reason....

254 chapters, you want me to love you, there must be a reason, right? ……

Liu Guozong

In the late night of spring, the waning moon in the sky was blocked by many black clouds. However, these black clouds were drifting. The moon's light would occasionally peek out from the gaps in the black clouds. As some poet said: "Quietly, the black clouds are like a mother's beauty, while the noisy daytime possesses a child's beauty."

In the poet's eye, both day and night are beautiful. Unfortunately, I am not a poet; I have always thought that those black clouds have no beauty at all, let alone a mother's kind beauty. If the black clouds are kind, why do they block others' brightness and beauty?

There are many things in this world that I just can't figure out.

"This black cloud truly…" At this moment, I still couldn't find the right word to express whether my feeling toward the black cloud is love or hate.

At this moment, love lacks sufficient reason, and hate also lacks sufficient reason. Isn't there a saying: "In this world, there is no absolutely beautiful love without cause, nor hatred without cause"? Black cloud, I want to love you, there must be a reason, right?

The poet shouted loudly: "Come on, spring, the earth's passionate and unrestrained lover, …

"You turn into the willow wind that does not chill the face, blowing the hundred flowers into full bloom, making the willows sway wildly…

"You are the rebel of severe winter, breaking through the surveillance of ice and snow, arriving at the highlands and plains, declaring that the bound seeds shall be free."

At dawn, on a familiar street, I saw many street‑lamp people lit up. Mysterious street lamps, strange street lamps, street lamps growing dimmer in the sunlight—I don't understand you, just as I don't understand myself, nor the people and things around me.

Because I am always like you, standing in positions that people do not need, untimely; some people around me also want to be like you: topsy‑turvy…

At dawn, birds sing more in spring, red flowers reflect the flowing water; I want to thank the east wind, but I still can't find the words.

I am truly foolish.....