part1 (in terms of content and time, continue from the previous part)

Sometimes I ask myself this question: If you were not so interested in this world, where would you have spent your time?

I don't know either.

Time flies.

time always flies..

I don’t know what I pursued and what I got.

In other words, even if there is, it is difficult to describe it intuitively.

Like the air, it s or disappears, s or dies.

Air.

People breathe every second, but rarely realize the ence of air.

Colorless, odorless and intangible, we often need to rely on the flow or trajectory of other things to observe it.

Such as wind, such as rain, such as clouds, such as snow.

(Please think of it yourself, I will give you some examples)

"The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind of willows doesn't blow on your face."

"The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return."

"The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing in March evening."

"The boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow."

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are rolling, the snow is falling heavily, and the broken bridge is still covered in snow...

Such as flying leaves.

"The falling trees rustling from the edge."

There is a kind of tree in my hometown. When its leaves (or fruits, I can't remember clearly) fall, they look like dancing elves.

Sometimes it is thrown up specially to watch the dance.

Such as catkins.

"If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March will not fly."

"There are few willow trees blowing on the branches."

Such as dandelions.

This one is rarely seen. It's either a round ball ready to go, or it has already flown to nowhere, leaving an empty stem.

"The Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here."

Think... air movement caused by flames.

Also thought of...the phenomenon of candle re-lighting.

That is: blow it out, light the smoke with fire, and the candle will burn again.

It's so magical. When I first saw it, I thought it was a magic trick or something.

I just talked about tradition (what I talked about yesterday).

I also think of the President of the United States learning Japanese haiku.

In comparison, the treatment of ancient Chinese poetry can be considered unfortunate.

Kimono, Hanfu...

Many traditional cultures in Japan are well protected.

When I said this, I didn't know why, but I had tears in my eyes.

tearseyes.

(Thinking again of the saying “There is no China after Yashan”)

For another example, many Chinese classic songs are covers of Japanese songs.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

River lanterns, I think of the picture of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

I think of various shrines and festivals in Japan.

Lamp, Zhuge Liang's seven-star lamp.

Every time I search for this story, I wonder if Wei Yan is a betrayer.

Many ancient stories cannot withstand scrutiny.

True and false, false and true.

"Seeing the tears of the Three Kingdoms makes me worry about the ancients."

part2

It’s been a long time since I read the replies and the old and new chapters.

I just looked at the replies from the past 15 days.

There are very few things that have been missed, and the main thing worth reading is the chapter that was swallowed.

For example:

(Ask Qingqing how long ago the update was made)

Jiuluo Yuqing

Reply to Yin Zhu Yin Tears: Ahem, it should be half a year (or a year...ahem)

Jiuluo Yuqing

Reply to Yin Zhu Yin Tears: Cough cough cough, Ah Yin, I don’t have any more cuckoos. I’ve been working hard recently.

Thank you all for your hard work coding.

Well, I want to say this.

It is necessary to combine work and rest.

Lone Moon:

"I want to be simple and ordinary, but you blame me for not having ambition.

Sure enough, sleeping without a pillow is the most comfortable. Even though the bed board is very hard, I'm used to it and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. With a board, a seat, a quilt, and a curtain, this is my little world, my little world."

The sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, and the colorful clouds are the clothes

part3

Call, local.

I was a little curious, so I picked up.

I'm a relative who wants to meet and invite me to dinner.

Decline politely.

I heard that this relative is quite a successful person.

But I have no interest in these at all.

In the past long years, I have been estranged, alienated, and separated from my friends, lovers, and relatives.

Sometimes it feels weird.

It seems that spirituality and life are really two completely different things.

It's not that they are incompatible with each other, but they can be said to be distinct.

Some people who think they know me will say that I have no pursuit.

I have pursuits. Really, really.

It's just that it's different from what most people pursue.

In short, it’s not just life.

It's not an ordinary emotion either.

ex

"A hundred worries are felt in one's heart, and everything is done in one's form."
Chapter completed!