Chapter 717: It is the fragrance of Far Field

It is the fragrance of Far Field.

February 24: It is the fragrance of Far Field.

The wind carries fragrance; it is the fragrance of Far Field. After running the winter stretch, my feet are tired; when the white day relies on the mountain's end, I want to rest a bit. Gazing far away, the sunset is dim, the road ahead is a vast confusion. Many beautiful things, before the great time, whisper in the vast twilight.

The town center is bustling, the street is quiet. On the quiet street, I stand silently.

"Traveler, must you go?"

"Yes, for spring, or rather, for spring after spring. I must go. I must leave the present space and time; more precisely, I must leave the present time. My spirit has long told me: do not use my own language to limit time. Because before time, everyone must leave. Do not be proud because of a praise, nor be sad because of a reprimand. Living, one should be eternally happy, should also have neither wind and rain nor sunshine; one should walk carrying light, one should walk toward light; one should toil with head down, one should raise eyebrows and exhale, for we are laborers and also creators.........."

Winter has passed; it seems as if all evil things have passed; spring has come, it seems as if all beautiful things have come. Spring has come, I will not rest by the roadside; I will keep moving forward. Because I know, only by walking can I catch up to the distance of spring, catch up to the distance of beauty, catch up with.........."

Spring has come, I am still writing the Classic of Poetry, just as birds are still singing songs; the heart also forever thinks of the distant place; because the heart forever thinks of the distant place, then it has its own thoughts; also because the heart forever thinks of the distant place, then it is never lonely and solitary.........."