Chapter 719: The Mad Talk of a Wanderer

The Mad Talk of a Wanderer

February 26: The Mad Talk of a Wanderer

The spring night rain fell for a while, then went away.

After a good rain, the earth will surely undergo some changes—for example, sunshine and flowers, birds and forests, and so on........

Facing the sunshine, facing the flowers; facing the birds singing in the forest, a poet sang: "I stepped on your flower, kissed your beauty; oh, world! I pressed it to my chest, and the flower's thorns wounded me. When time drifts away and the years grow dim, I see that beautiful flower also fade and fall……"

At this moment, a wanderer occasionally walked past the flowers, speaking madly: "Great time, what do you bring to the world? Hope and joy? Or a tranquil memory? Or……"

"... I am merely a glittering wave in the tide of the age...... drifting between heaven and earth...."

In the midst of drifting to and fro………Someone once told me that everything beautiful is true; also someone told me that everything is Emptiness…….

These worldly clichés often lead people astray. But I know that everything beautiful refuses to linger for anyone; everything that is emptiness has once existed…….

"... One can feel infinite charm in nature's embrace, enjoy happy times, listen to the birds' song, the spring's tinkle; experience the sea's surge, admire the beauty of fresh flowers, the radiance of clouds………."

"... However, where are they now? I, however, waste myself moment by moment in the trivial mundane world. 'Nature, beautiful suburbs, fragrant valleys, vast fields, rose‑colored spring and orange‑colored autumn—surely these are not our teachers?'……"

Isn't all this just the wanderer's mad talk?