Chapter 88: 170 chapters, my soul still wanders

170 chapters, my soul still wanders

Liu Guozong's Spring Diary, Chapter Seven

My soul still wanders.

The next morning, which was also this morning, Chen Lao Wu didn't wake me; it was the birds' voices that woke me. I woke up, and Chen Lao was still sound asleep.

The waning moon in the sky still faintly appeared and disappeared among the clouds and mist, peeking at me, and the birds were still calling to those who hadn't slept enough.

These birds just know how to squawk nonsense: "Is the flowery moon already in the spring breeze?"

After waking, I sat quietly by the window for a while, thinking about how Li Yu in my dream was poisoned to death by Emperor Taizong of Song.

This Emperor Taizong of Song is really too much: he seized someone's kingdom, **their wife not counting, and even had them poisoned to death with poisoned wine. Is that even human?

In this world, those "non-people", aren't they living better than the "people"?

"Get to work!" Chen Lao Wu shouted at me. When did Chen Lao Wu wake up?

Amid Chen Lao Wu's shouts, another day of my life began.

Following behind the noisy crowd, I walked out of the winding lane.

I, following behind the noisy crowd and walking out of the winding lane, felt myself as tiny as an ant.

Suddenly I recalled Zhuangzi's words: "Wild Horse also, dust also, living beings blowing breath upon each other; is the azure of heaven its true color? Its far reaches have no end, and its gaze downward..."

Am I a speck of dust in this city, or a small flower of the city's spring, or a green leaf?

"Even so, my soul is infinitely vast, as if it could encompass the universe. The nature around me is sublime and magnificent, yet simple and pure, making my mind peaceful while also lifting my spirits."

Although the relationship between my ** and my soul is very discordant, causing me considerable distress. But this noon's work must be done, this noon's meal must be eaten, and I must listen to Chen Lao Wu's shouts.

All my various wishes were stirred into fragments by the mixer on the construction site, inlaid into the ever higher floors.

But, my soul still wanders.

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