Chapter 97: 178 chapters, the pilgrim in the dream

178 chapters, the pilgrim in the dream

178 chapters, the pilgrim in the dream

――Liu Guozong Spring Diary sixteen

Tonight, there is no moonlight. On a night without moonlight, my heart feels especially lonely.

In loneliness and darkness, I alone silently think about my thoughts: spring has just lifted its steps, the sunny spot by the river has many tiny pink flowers, already bloomed, and they bloom splendidly.

The tiny pink flowers, in this cold and moonless night air, what did she dream of? Were butterflies fluttering wildly around her, or were bees singing spring songs to her?

Lovely little tiny pink flower, stop wandering thoughts; in the brand-new dawn, spring is meeting you.

All things slumber, the night is vast. Outside, the wind's sound rises; the rising wind blows my thoughts into chaos, and also blows my yesterday away.

At this moment, the words I have written have become the footprint of my humble life. But, is this perhaps something people will tomorrow ridicule me for?

Closing a book, on a spring night, I prepare to rest. The fragrance of those tiny pink flowers by the river during the day lets―

My heart's door stands open,

a pilgrim in a dream,

an angel of thought,

letting me fall into a deep sleep.

Those tiny pink flowers, ah,

be proud,

it is you who first adorned,

this splendid spring.

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