Chapter 345: 438 chapters, the person who left behind beautiful stories

438 chapters, the person who left behind beautiful stories

438\the person who left behind beautiful stories

_____One branch of red apricot that grows over the wall (Part Twelve)

In《Lu Bin Sun Drifting Record》, what I remember most deeply are those few words of Lu Bin Sun talking to himself.

Lu Bin Sun is a very insignificant figure; in this world, figures like Lu Bin Sun are countless from ancient times to present. They have all been drowned in the rolling ages that come and go. What have they left for us to remember today?

Zhongguo people's imagination is very rich: most citizens can name the four ancient beauties; as for their appearance, what kind of beauty. This is probably impossible for anyone to depict concretely.

The more something cannot be depicted, the more mysterious and beautiful it is. The more mysterious, the more it is longed for.

We say that those four great beauties all have stories. Not only are they beautiful, but more importantly, their stories are full of legendary color, giving people endless imagination; in imagination, this creates a vague sense of beauty.

I have never been interested in the stories of so-called beauties. I believe their stories have been passed down merely due to innate reasons or historical opportunity. These cannot represent the essence of life. What truly represents the essence of life should be life's own effort; after life's strenuous struggle, it leaves behind beautiful people for the world. When we occasionally see or think of those beautiful stories, we can gain the courage and strength of life, or a sense of beauty or a pleasant association, thereby inspiring us also to create beautiful and vivid stories for the world.

To let those beautiful stories continue, or to make them even more beautiful than before, to create beautiful and vivid stories for our world—is this not the reason why humans continue to live?

Often one hears people say: 'I am someone who has a story.'

Yes, everyone has their own story. Some are unbearable to hear, so trivial, so disgusting and repulsive; others are so beautiful and moving, they inspire people to strive, making one never tire of listening.

Why is this so?

This principle is simple: everyone lives differently, so the content of their stories differs. Some live nobly, some live filthily, some live greatly, some live insignificantly; some live like snails, spending their whole lives just to maintain their own comfortable little dwelling, while others live like bees, solely producing sweetness for others.

Dear friend, can the content of this story be the same?

Life is such a rush; we are like bees,

busy inside and out, going to work hard, going to rush about

working for ourselves and also creating life's sweetness for others.

We fear that time's Wind will steal life's beauty.

Therefore, as long as something benefits the world,

we all hurry to finish it.

Friend, please do not complain about fate.

nor complain about oneself.

We should strive to improve ourselves.

When ages have passed for a very long time,

After a hundred years,

what kind of person,

in my Classic of Poetry text

and yet I still cannot

from the wealth of spring

I send you a flower,

from the clouds and rosy skies of the horizon

I send you a piece of beauty

Perhaps all the flowers

have long since withered and turned to dust

Perhaps all the clouds and rosy skies

have drifted into the unknown vastness

Perhaps all the content of writings

have all come to nothing

But those tiny punctuation marks

still will be the splendor of spring flowers

the brilliance of clouds and rosy skies……

………………………

(Heart tied to the disaster area, emotion tied to the disaster area: May peace, courage, confidence, and strength be with the people of the disaster area, accompanying them!)