Chapter 900: 700, there are mysteries in this world

700, there are mysteries in this world.

7oo chapter, there are mysteries in this world.

In the previous chapter I talked about the strange stones of Great Wilderness Mountain and the marvelous stones of Huaguo Shan; because these two stones are both strange tales and extraordinary news, I still want to chat a few more sentences with friends—since it's a holiday, everyone gathers, chatting about heaven and earth, a few more after‑dinner topics wouldn't hurt.

Friend, when you come, there are many mysteries in this world, many secrets that humanity cannot decipher.

No one would expect that a stone on Huaguo Shan by the Dong Hai could stir up heaven and earth, cause a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace, make ghosts and monsters tremble, and frighten demons; you would also never expect that in the boundless Great Wilderness Mountain, beneath the No Opportunity Cliff, there lies another stone abandoned by Nüwa, the Heaven‑mending Stone.

It is precisely this forgotten stone that the impoverished scholar Cao Xueqin turned into Dream of the Red Chamber.

Therefore, no one should slight the trifling of a mustard seed or the lightness of grasses and trees.

Perhaps, at some day, some date, some moment, they will have some connection with you.

A person's life is itself a riddle; no one can explain the mysteries of life; no one can say where a person's life comes from or where it goes.

What a strange planting, how odd!

Reader friend, do you believe it? Or do you not believe it?

Everything is within the grasp of a vast, invisible force; everything is predestined.

Worldly romantic debts are already overseen; worldly love of men and women has already been recorded in chapters. No matter how you entwine or long for, what ought to be yours is yours, what ought not to be is not yours. Even if you entwine and long for again, it is futile.

I won't speak of distant matters; just as I wrote in the previous chapter about those demons and monsters, look at them when they are smug—their faces, their virtues, their lack of restraint—ultimately their fate has already been designed.

Speaking of the boys and girls in Dream of the Red Chamber, in their youthful spring, when their emotions first awaken, each designs their future prospects to be as beautiful and flawless as wind‑proof rain; they resent the vast heavens and earth, lament that affection through the ages is endless; lovelorn men and women pity that romantic debts are hard to repay.

Under heaven, within the four seas, how many people are truly content?

Whether you believe it or not, you must believe; whether you accept it or not, you must accept!

"Spring's regret, autumn's sorrow are self‑inflicted; flower‑like beauty and moon‑like grace—for whom do they shine?"

Yes, everything is self‑inflicted, self‑imagined. Unrequited love.

Remember how Lu Xun once advised the youth: someone sees the moon wane and flowers wither, and tears fall silently; this is because they do not understand the laws of nature.

Actually, Lu Xun also did not understand the youth's thoughts.

Youths, seeing the moon wane and flowers wither, tear up silently; this is their misunderstanding of life's phenomena and their helplessness in grasping their own fate—a feeling of resignation.

For example, someone's heart is higher than heaven, yet their status is low—this too is a kind of helplessness.

Wanting to change one's lowly status, yet "good moons are hard to come by, colorful clouds disperse easily"; the opportunities that would benefit one are always hard to meet. When they are met, the colorful clouds disperse again, youth is gone—**old, decayed.

This too is fate, this too is time! Can it not be changed?

"Who desires purity has never been pure? The clouds are not necessarily empty. Pitiful the gold‑jade nature, fallen in turbid water." You wish to be lofty? But, being in mire and turbid water, you cannot keep your lofty purity.

Finally, you can only go with the wave, enter the current. This is truly — the creation of the cosmos, who is the seed of affection? Some bustle for money, some only for deep romantic feelings! How helpless, truly helpless!

Shrimp have their shrimp ways, crabs have their crab ways. All say it is a splendid match, yet alas, that splendid match—who has ever seen it? I only recall the pledge of wood and stone. Sadly, even the wood‑and‑stone pledge cannot withstand the lure of money.

Never forgetting, the lonely youth in the Peach Blossom Spring sighs in vain; speaking of the human world, even when things are nearly perfect, good things are hard to achieve, and meeting late brings regret.

Actually, there's nothing much, because life always has regrets. When abundance moves toward withering, everything will become clear to you. This whole page is absurd talk; who would have thought that deep down lie many sorrows of tears? When the shackles fall away, you will see a translucent body, like a meteor, silently gliding through the clouds……

What I mean is: "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, time flies like an arrow; if you don't believe it, ants would have to ride roosters, the sun and moon shuttle hurriedly……

This little essay, I've gone off topic again—sorry, reader; next chapter will get back to the main subject……