Chapter 169: 261 chapters, reproducing beauty by the river

261 chapters, reproducing beauty by the river...

261 chapters, reproducing beauty by the river……

——Liu Guozong Spring Diary Eighty

In the late night of spring, the waning moon was surrounded by many dark clouds, unable to display its remaining beauty to show that spring had already arrived. The speckled fishing lights by the river, in the fragrant air, recited the ages drifting in the vast waves, and those historical figures who swayed history throughout the ages.

By the river, where is that gentleman who once sighed, 'The departed flow on like this'? Spring has come—have you brought your disciples to the Yi River to play the qin and enjoy the spring?

Old Master Kong, when I was young, I once took you as my idol, revering you. I once used the method of hanging my head from a beam and pricking my thigh with an awl to keep your words in my heart and put them into practice.

Back then, I was a youth ignorant of worldly affairs, with a pure heart toward people and matters. After time and years polluted my pure innocence, I began to have many doubts about your words.

You gave up the pursuit of fame and fortune; that came after you kept hitting walls everywhere.

Back when you were in your prime, full of vigor as a scholar, didn't you once go out to point at the rivers and mountains?

Later, when you were like a lost dog among all nations, and when you helplessly watched the flowers fall, only then did you give up the pursuit of fame, fortune, and wealth, to cultivate yourself alone?

I remember you once said to us: 'If wealth can be sought, even a lowly position, I would be willing to take it. If it cannot be obtained, I will still do what I want to do.'

Master, I now finally understand your words: you still wanted wealth, and you once dreamed of wealth. But fate did not allow it; or perhaps you lacked luck with wealth, lacked opportunity; or perhaps you……

When you could not obtain wealth, you only then learned to give up, 'to do what you want to do.'

Old Master Kong, the thing you want to do is precisely the thing you least want to do? What you want to do is wealth, to be a big wealthy person, a big boss; to eat well and drink spicy all day, and……

Fortunately, Master, you have no wealth, nor are you a big boss. If you really were, if you became a big boss, you would have long turned to dung; even your stench would have drifted away in the sky of history, leaving no trace. How could you still deserve to be called Master by us?

The great river flows east; the waves wash away the silt, leaving gold behind. Master, no matter how you say it, you are not silt but gold. The silt is us.

In the late night of spring, in the vast sky, the waning moon was still surrounded by vast expanses of dark clouds; by the river where the waves roar, the speckled fishing lights were recounting……

Spring has come; many beautiful plants by the river are vying every moment to reproduce beauty.

The riverbank needs beauty; this world needs beauty; the shore of history also needs beauty; all plants and animals need beauty.

Then we humans, as God's masterpiece, the pinnacle of all creation, must all the more use our hands and minds, on the shore of history, to make the world reproduce more and more beautiful beauty, so that the world becomes more beautiful, and our lives become more beautiful as well.

Although we are extremely insignificant, insignificance does not mean not beautiful; insignificance does not mean unable to create beauty!