Chapter 329

421 articles, Finding oneself in love

421 articles, Finding oneself in love

______Walking with Love Part Sixty-Five

Fog, light fog; cloud, thick cloud; rain, making it hard to fathom. This world always has many stories, hidden in the light mist and thick clouds, also like the rain in the sky that day, making it hard to fathom.

Sitting alone under the lonely lamp by the window, I truly feel my insignificance. Insignificant like a small bird seeking sunlight before dawn――――Despite this, my soul is infinitely vast, vast as if it could encompass the universe. Although I am insignificant, I feel the greatness of everything around me. And sublime. This greatness and sublimity include not only nature, but also everything around me, and also this lonely lamp that brings me light and keeps me company in my thoughts.

In this nature, not only does it include bright sunshine and fragrant flowers and birdsong; it also includes Wu Yun densely covering and thunder and lightning. People live amidst this bright sunshine, fragrant flowers and birdsong, Wu Yun densely covering, and thunder and lightning. A wisp of cloud beside the sun, a blossom on an ancient tree, a wisp of cooking smoke over the village, a clear spring flowing in the mountains, rippling green waves in the pond—all can inspire endless imagination in people; whereas other animals do not have this feeling.

People, what is called beauty――――

"Ah, beauty, find oneself in love,"

"Don't look for it in the flattery of your mirror."

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The sun finally squeezed out a smile from the edge of a gap in the clouds. The several flowers outside the window are blooming profusely; they are roses or some nameless herbaceous flowers. Some flowers have fallen, and one flower is blooming.

In this world, at every moment there are always some flowers blooming and some falling. Just as there is always some Wind blowing south and some Wind turning north, never ceasing to blow and turn, and moreover returning to their original course. People cannot exhaust speaking of it. To see is never enough; to hear is never sufficient. Moreover, rivers always flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. Where the rivers flow from, they still return to where they go. Everything is like young birds flying across the sky, leaving no trace of their wings――――――

Why is this?

Why does my writing lack new splendor?

Just like life, lacking new **!

Why is there no new vitality?

Without new vigor, always clinging to the old things in one's heart?

Why don't I learn some fashion, some trend?

Let life accept the influence of the times?

Change the original persistence?

Why do I always write the same theme, like watching the sunrise

or the sunset

Since the sun is new every day

Then my love for the world,

should also be new every day.

I gaze upon the tranquil sea

I look afar at the seabirds flying back and forth on the sea surface,

They are like waves, putting the love for the sea

merged into wind and waves…………………………

(Heart tied to the disaster area, emotion tied to the disaster area: wishing peace, courage, confidence, strength to accompany and be with the disaster area people!)