Chapter 368: 462 chapters, the sister far away in Washington

462 chapters, the sister far away in Washington

462 chapters\the sister far away in Washington

――――a red apricot branch extending beyond the wall

This is a rainy night, outside the window, the sky is full of wind and rain.

The sound of rain battered my loneliness, also battered my imagination. Writer Yu Qiuyu said: the imagination on a rainy night is best standing by the window; looking at the dim light, illuminating the countless rain threads…………………………………..

At this moment, although you cannot see the scenery in the rain, you can imagine many beautiful flowers, many lovely faces, being trampled beyond recognition by the countless rain threads…………………………..

Many beautiful flowers should have bloomed in the bright sunshine, but were knocked down by the merciless night rain………………

All I think about are these flowers and grasses, these useless things.

Because my fate is similar to that of the flowers and grasses in the rainy night. This is called hearts responding to each other, hearts communicating…………..

Rain, night rain, blocked my steps, yet could not block my imagination. For these lackluster sentiments of mine, my mood is dazed in the rainy night.

Or as Writer Yu Qiuyu said: each rainy night has turned the life journeys of many outstanding individuals; all kinds of choices stem from a fragile heart, and this heart cannot but accept the stubborn arrangement of a sudden situation.

But our fragile heart has no obstinacy toward life; it only has the obstinacy of life itself. This obstinacy: not to change others, but to change oneself, to transform oneself; after the rainy night, there is a new self, a good self, a beautiful self; after the rainy night, walk well through the muddy journey of life.

Therefore, in the standoff with the rainy night, my imagination can only be the fate of those flowers and grasses――――――

Imagine those flowers and grasses, embracing each other under the ravages of wind and rain.

Flowers and grasses naturally love that sunshine, that sky, that green earth. I, like them, love sunshine, love the azure sky beneath the sunshine, the green earth beneath the sky, the flowers, grasses, trees, springs, mountains, and oceans on that verdant earth……………….

But things are often not as good or beautiful as we imagine. In life's journey, what we face is often not sunshine, not the azure sky beneath the sunshine, not the green earth beneath the sky, not the flowers, grasses, trees, springs, mountains, and oceans on that green earth…………. but rather muddy, rugged, uneven roads…………………

but rather the sky filled with Wu Yun clouds blocking the way, a series after series of perilous mountain peaks――――

"My life in youth was like a flower―――

a flower that releases one or two petals from its richness and never loses them; when the gentle spring breeze comes to its doorstep begging.

Now that youth has faded, my life is like a fruit; it has nothing beautiful left, only waiting to devote itself and its abundant sweetness completely……………………"

However, when we grow old, what is there to devote?

At this time, the night is already deep. The wind outside the window is still blowing; the rain is still falling.

Amid the sounds of wind and rain, I, standing beneath the window, again recalled that friend who studies punctuation, Mr. Weiyun, and the sister far away in Washington, Weilian, who wrote him a few lines of poetry――――

Wind blows, rain beats, making a boat of bitterness. Countless hardships obstruct the reverse.

After a thousand tempers and ten thousand carvings, ambition is not easy; studying punctuation requires effort.

Clinging to the green mountains, not letting go; writing books not for the sake of rice.

Time passes swiftly, year after year the household is bustling.

Looking forward to more good news from China, dreams follow the east wind into Tusu.

Gazing at my homeland ten thousand miles away, a short song, a faint hum, cannot be many.

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The dream has awakened, light and bird's song are present. The ancient poem hanging on the child's lips suddenly runs to my lips――――

In spring sleep, one does not notice dawn; everywhere one hears the crying of birds.

Come night, the sound of wind and rain; how many flowers have fallen, we know.

Is this spring? No………………………………

(Heart tied to the disaster area, feeling tied to the disaster area: wish safety, courage, confidence, strength to accompany the people of the disaster area! To accompany!)