Chapter 273: 364 chapters, when the cherries turned red and the banana leaves turned green

364 chapters, when the cherries turned red and the banana leaves turned green.

364 chapters, when the cherries turned red and the banana leaves turned green.

――――Walking with Love Chapter Eight

(I wanted to tell my friend a few more words before writing the novel)

Life, you beautiful witch. For you, I will continue to pursue and inquire without cease, until 'the silkworm spins its silk until death, the candle burns to ash and tears dry up.'

At this moment, outside the window, the night is deep and people are quiet, the moonlight is soft and hazy, the flower shadows are still and the spring is tranquil.

Actually, perhaps the facts are not like this. This might be my dream; perhaps at this moment I am still dreaming, or rather, my thoughts are still in the dream; or perhaps I am still thinking about things in the dream.

Because the things in the dream are all good and beautiful. In the dream, 'when the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree again dreams of being a little red flower……'

Is this truly a dream within a dream? The best of good things, the most beautiful of beautiful things________

Those verdant branches are covered in little red flowers, or perhaps they are little yellow flowers? Star-shaped, tiny little yellow flowers!

Those verdant ones, covered in little red flowers—no, the branches covered in star‑shaped, tiny yellow flowers bend into a lush arc—no, they curve like a flower basket……………

Bees in the flower basket buzz, singing spring verses; butterflies in the flower basket flutter, dancing wildly.

Ah, the east wind sways the willow threads, the drifting silk entices falling petals; spring light has become a dream‑like thing, flowers and willows vie for beauty before our eyes……

To look at the flowers is to see not‑flowers; to look at the dream is to see not‑dreams――――

The years always cast people aside; cherries turn red, banana leaves turn green… joys and separations are ever ruthless; beneath the tree, bird songs last till dawn……………

At this moment, I suddenly recalled a passage in which the Lord Jesus taught his disciples――――

"So I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?"

"Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"

"Which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his lifespan?"

"Why worry about clothing? Consider how the lilies of the field grow: they neither labor nor spin."

"Yet I tell you, even Suoluomen in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these flowers."

"You of little faith! If God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you?"

"Therefore do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'"

"For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all."

"But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

(Wishing you a day of good luck and good spirits, friend!)