Chapter 386: 506 chapters, please you and I don't love my past again

506 chapters, please you and I don't love my past again.

5o6 chapters, please don't love my past again.

――――A red apricot branch extending beyond the wall.

That Zhuangzi, in front of Zhao Wenwang, dragged the topic too far, making everyone feel a bit unhappy, especially those swordsmen preparing to duel with Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi and Zhao Wenwang's words, they seemed to understand Africa understand, some even not understanding a single sentence. They thought Zhuangzi was talking nonsense, dragging things, wasting others' time for no reason.

The emperor's sword, how could it possibly run into an ant's eye? Isn't that a bit nonsensical?

Zhuangzi also talked about big and small, tall and short, long and short, beautiful and ugly—how could that have anything to do with swords?

Even more astonishing, that Zhuangzi actually dragged his sword into a wheat field, and in the wheat field he dragged out many children; the children became the protagonists of the wheat field, and he himself became the watcher in the wheat field—what was he supposed to watch?

Abundant harvest's fruits belong to others, to those who have put in hard labor; joy belongs to the children, onlookers can only... only watch in vain? This Zhuangzi is even more off-topic, also a bit foolish? Seeing the children playing in the wheat field, he actually could recall his own childhood. This Zhuangzi just likes to fantasize, having a bit of Classic of Poetry's cells――――－

He was at the edge of the wheat field in a foreign land.

He imagined himself as a snowflake.

Under the winter sunlight.

Slowly melting into a drop.

A pure little water droplet.

Falling into the mountain stream, then into the creek.

Flowing past the mountains, merging into the great river.

Thus that snowflake

Had already changed its appearance.

That point of purity

Had already become turbid.

The snowflake exchanged with its life

Was merely that eternally lonely time.

At the edge of the wheat field in a foreign land.

Like a lonely star

A traveler in the dark night

Guarding what belongs to oneself

That bright journey

Because the tides of time

Have already taken away youth

Rolled away

The mountains remain green

The waters remain green

Amidst the green mountains and green waters

And the water flowing beneath one's feet

Is no longer yesterday's flowing water

By the quietly flowing water in the mountains

Always wanting to transform oneself outward

How can one be willing again?

Forever be a lonely spring cocoon

Thus at every moment exerting the strength of life

To turn oneself into a

Butterfly flying in the sunlight

So, you had better still

Don't love my past

Now I have figured it out

This world is not every matter

All are as people wish

When it's time to give up

Still must absolutely give up

Water always must flow

Birds always must fly

Stories always must be born

Only the angle and time of birth differ

So, let me wander alone

Using my own walking steps

To measure life

That arduous journey

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However, this group of swordsmen, although they were full of displeasure toward Zhuangzi, dissatisfied, but Zhao didn't speak, King Zhao was still listening. These swordsmen who came to eat for a living, who would dare to say a 'no'?

(Heart tied to disaster area, Flirting tied to disaster area: wish peace, courage, confidence, strength to be together with the disaster area people! Accompany)