Chapter 807: 496 chapters, those beautiful entanglements

496 chapters, those beautiful entanglements

496 chapters, those beautiful entanglements

――――A red apricot branch over the wall

In the blink of an eye, seven days just passed..

Zhuangzi waited, hoping, dreaming.

He hoped that one day he could go from poor to rich; he dreamed that he would no longer be toyed with and looked down upon by the rich……….

During these seven days, Zhuangzi reflected on the path his life had taken: he had been impoverished all his life, suffering from hunger and cold, his clothes did not cover his body, his food did not fill his stomach. Once, during a time of lewd Rain, he went to the Marquis of Guanhe to borrow grain, but failed to obtain it, and instead suffered humiliation and mockery from the Empress of Guanhe; he made a living by weaving straw sandals and fishing; he spent years wearing patched coarse-cloth clothes and torn straw sandals on his feet. He lived in peace and joy, indifferent to fame and fortune.

At age fifteen, on his way home from school, he met an old man who gave him a copy of Laozi; from then on he liked this Classic of Documents. This also changed the course of his fate. This Classic of Documents also accompanied him throughout his life, accompanying his eternal life. This Classic of Documents became eternity――eternity's Laozi; he also became eternity――――eternity's Zhuangzi. Just like my friend who studies punctuation, he also became eternity.

Can you become eternity? I cannot, I am perishable. I will disappear with the disappearance of life,

Of course, "Everyone will have such a day; on that day, the picture of his life will be reflected on the faces of his relatives and friends. The days of noble-spirited people begin with their death rather than end with it. Moreover, their days will prolong on the world's stage until the eternal smoke and mist engulf the world _______"

Cannot be like

Butterflies fly above the flower clusters.

Do not partake of human world's fireworks.

Not stained by worldly filth.

I am a mortal.

My life is like the rolling surge that comes.

A speck of mundane dust.

I seek everything in this world.

Nor can I exclude wealth and honor.

It also includes happiness and joy.

I know clearly.

All these.

Including those beautiful entanglements.

They are merely fleeting smoke and clouds.

Everything will eventually leave me.

When looking back on life.

It is also merely like a dream.

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(Heart tied to the disaster area, emotion tied to the disaster area: wishing peace, courage, confidence, strength to be with and accompany the people of the disaster area!.)