Chapter 748: The seaside dusk

The seaside dusk

March 28: The seaside dusk

The rain, still falling continuously.

This is merely a speculation of the Classic of Poetry person.

Actually, the flower petals drifting in the Wind and Rain do not necessarily leave golden fruit.

Many flowers only know how to bloom; as for the fruit, actually, that is merely something no one can predict, and not every blooming flower can bear fruit.

Blooming flowers are a natural display and wish of life; bearing fruit, then, is an expectation and pursuit of life.

Classic of Poetry person says, what does the 'flower between the Classic of Documents' refer to? It makes one feel bewildered: how can there be flowers between the Classic of Documents? Are they petals pressed between its pages? Or is it the Classic of Poetry person's association with the ink fragrance within the Classic of Documents, giving rise to this association?

Rainy night, Stillness Stillness sitting; my heart, ah, has been washed spotless by the wind and rain outside the window――――"that the gradual dripping of the rainy night, transmitted from the darkness to my ear, seems like my departed youth, rustling from far to near into my dream."

Retain her――――the beautiful times of that youth!

However, the Classic of Poetry person tells me――――――

"Clouds and mist have gradually crept into the forest

"On the long road I must travel in this life"

"The smoke and mist are hazy"

"That past beauty"

"Has long since fallen and turned to dust"

"The road, slowly"

"Those beautiful things that belong to me"

"Will all be gone forever"

"In the hazy expanse of smoke and waves"

"Only left"

"When returning"

"That mountain's deep and shallow joys and sorrows"………………………….

Classic of Poetry person ah, your language is too reserved, too profound; I do not understand its meaning. Is it not someone who said: 'The undertaking of fruit is noble, the undertaking of flowers is sweet. But let me undertake the task of leaves, for leaves humbly and attentively hang their green shade'?

If life is as beautiful as a flower, why must we hide that beauty beneath the green leaves? Is this not an insult to beauty? If life holds the sweetness of fruit, why not offer it to the world to taste?

"When I have nothing to do, let me do nothing, undisturbed, sink into the depths of An Stillness, like the seaside dusk when the sea is silent."

Rainy night, my heart bursts out of the Rain sound's encirclement, as if gods aid me to roam freely in the boundless heavens and earth. Among the colorful clouds, the bright radiance of the sun shines on my face, and my garments are pure white as light.

Ah, the rainy night is wonderful. This beautiful moment 'is like a fleeting dream of the blossom of the cereus', and also like the embodiment of pure beauty; thus, my life and many beautiful things in many rainy nights merge into one, and I even become part of those beautiful things—this is the night's rain sound, bringing me the dream of a fairyland.

Time flows hurriedly; hide the dream of the rainy night in your heart!

At dawn, I still must chase time. During the Warring States period, the great poet Quyuan said: 'If I do not advance, I fear the years will not be with me.' That time, like river water flowing ceaselessly, ah, if you are inattentive, it disappears; if you do not seize it early, I fear the years will not forgive you.