Chapter 452: 699 pieces, we all need sunshine
699 pieces, we all need sunshine.
699 pieces, we all need sunshine.
A friend advises me.
Don't write Classic of Poetry anymore.
Excessive emotion.
Piling up words.
People's hearts growing increasingly cold.
Already unable to stir even a bit.
Waves of Classic of Poetry.
Era of Classic of Poetry.
Years of Classic of Poetry.
Also unrelated to this world.
You listen.
You see.
You touch.
You experience.
All are.
The sound of copper stench.
The color of copper stench.
The taste of copper stench.
Friend, you let me.
Let's fantasize once more.
Just this once, really.
Because of life.
Just this once.
Let me sit on the grass.
See the brilliant sunshine.
Listen to the birds sing.
Look closely.
Think carefully.
This world.
It's not all filthy either.
There is still beauty.
It can please the eye.
It can be appreciated.
For example, brilliant sunshine.
For example, this bird's song.
I still wrote a Classic of Poetry.
Cherish all this beauty.
Despite being miserable in Classic of Poetry.
My exaggerated lyrical component.
Actually, this is nothing much.
Quite worrisome.
Because.
The theme I praise.
Is sunshine.
Let us go out hand in hand.
Let's go.
The air here.
Too oppressive.
Because we are poets.
Need freedom and.
Fresh air.
Need more relaxation.
One's own mood.
We need lovers.
We also need people.
Love us.
Thus, we.
Searching everywhere for ourselves.
A beautiful way out
And forgot oneself
The path back
We overly concern ourselves with life
But we don't know what life truly is
What it is
We dwell in a prosperous bustling city
But we ourselves can never prosper
Apart from silence and endurance,
we can still
say something
and what can we do?
Now, the sunshine is very good
Afternoon, around one o'clock
The tree shadow is slowly moving
The sunshine is also slowly moving
The tree shadow is real
The sunshine is also real
The sunshine shines on the sunflowers and the fence
The sunshine shines where it needs to shine
The sunshine shines on you
The sunshine also shines on me
Although, I am not a sunflower
You are also not a fence
But, we all need sunshine
End of Chapter
