Chapter 729: Walk your own path on foot

Walk your own path on foot.

March 8: The path walked out on foot.

Dark clouds quickly covered the sky: 'Looks like it's going to rain.' The people at the market were all in a hurry, rushing to do business.

The moist spring breeze, like playing children, darted to and fro among the crowd.

Some people also ran out of the market, holding bunches of fresh flowers, chasing the spring breeze on the green grass of the square.

Is time gold? Otherwise why do people say 'a moment is worth a thousand gold'? I am still like a boat tracker, on the spring road, pulling the boat of life, chasing the shadow of hope, happily and aimlessly walking forward. No one comes to stop me; no one can stop me.

The path must not be taken casually; one must step carefully, otherwise one will get lost. My spirit admonishes me.

Before my spirit admonishes me, 'I am satisfied with cold when I am hot, satisfied with heat when I am cold, satisfied with either cold or heat when I am lukewarm. But now, the sensations I capture have scattered, turned into thin mist, passing through all manifest existences, in order to unite with the hidden and secluded existence. After childhood dreams fade, in the face of the vicissitudes of time, will that sky, that green land, those withered petals still be as beautiful as this spring today?'

Now it is March. March is precisely the time when flowers bloom in full; spring light is visible everywhere. Whether at dusk or dawn, in gardens, on fences, by the roadside, or on people's faces, one can everywhere see the beauty of flowers and the fragrance of spring...

The language of my spirit is too chaotic, lacking logic.

Therefore, I cannot understand.

Bypassing the crowd at the market, I headed toward the deserted desert, hoping to forge a path suitable for myself from there.

Although I have not yet seen the shadow of that road ahead, I am confident that the road belongs to me; or rather, it is the road I should walk.

In the hazy dream, someone told me: 'The path you must walk is a forgotten songbook; its lyrics are people's footsteps, and its melody is the chirping of birds each morning. Don't people say 'Spring sleep does not aware of dawn, everywhere hear the warbling of birds. Night brings wind and rain sounds, fallen flowers know how much'?' These nonsensical words, I heard them and found them somewhat hard to accept in my heart.

I, still walk my path.

O road, the path walked out by foot, a silent road. In the spring's fine rain, it remains silent.............. \