The teacher’s words shocked me greatly, because they were completely contrary to me and our inherent knowledge.
People always believe that as long as they find companions, they will no longer be trapped in cold loneliness. Therefore, from the distant and long ancient times, life has learned to live in groups and share the warmth of campfires with companions. From those caring words
and in the eyes, I get a kind of comfort that is very different from loneliness.
However, the teacher told me: In this world, no one can escape loneliness.
Because loneliness is neither a disease that can be cured nor a trouble that can be solved, but our innate destiny.
"Life and death will take away everything."
At that time, the teacher looked at the drizzle outside the window, gently stroked my hair, and told me: "The emotions I had during my lifetime will be isolated by death and cannot be conveyed. Is that because they are not deep enough? Or because they are mutually exclusive.
Isn’t the connection between them close enough? I don’t think so. It’s just that things in the world follow established laws. If they are violated, terrible disasters will result. Therefore, on both sides of this huge gap,
, the souls of the living and the dead are equally lonely."
“When you were a tree during your lifetime, but could not go against the will of time and gradually withered and aged, the birds that had chirped on the branches, the beasts that had stayed under the trees, might have told you about the trees.
People who tell stories about you, they are gradually forgotten or even disappeared in your old age. This is the loneliness we are destined to endure. We once briefly disappeared because we came to this world, but now we are just lost and found again."<
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"A tree is like this, how can a person be embarrassed, Your Highness?"
In her words, the life and death of people and the withering of trees are connected through the same kind of loneliness. I felt confused about this and murmured: "So, will I still be alone in the end?"
Teacher? Will my father, mother, and you all leave me in the end?"
I have been so eager to make more friends and gain more friendships, so that maybe I won’t feel lonely every silent night. However, even such a small wish cannot be realized in the end? "I think it should be like this - no one can stay with another person forever. This is the only truth I understand after many years of experience, especially the truth I find in the grass, trees or branches." Her unhesitating answer made my body tremble. What kind of mood was I feeling at that time? Anxious or uneasy? Sad or panic? It seems to be a little bit of it. I believe that the teacher will never lie to me, so
, only to feel deeply despaired.
However, the teacher has not finished speaking yet.
"Don't cry, Your Highness." The teacher's hand gently wiped away a teardrop from the corner of my eye. Only then did I realize that I was crying. The tears that fell were as transparent as the rainwater flowing on the window glass. They were also there.
Are you sad? Is the sky crying? Do you understand that the moment you leave the clouds, you have become a lonely wanderer forever?
"Rain is the season of farewell."
The teacher suddenly said, she did not look at me, but quietly watched the drizzle outside the window, watching the violet petals wither and the leaves ticking: "Every rain in this world will remind me of that time.
Parting, and the words to say. Your Royal Highness, do you know why we know that our destiny is to be alone, but we still persist in pursuing the warmth from others?"
"Because after the rain, it will be sunny, and after parting, there will be a new encounter."
"Like a tree withering and falling, it will never see all the familiar sights on the land where it grew. However, its flowers, fruits and seeds will float far away with the wind, leaving new traces there.
.As the years gradually pass by, the annual rings are also covered, and the distant birds pick up the buds and build new nests; the cubs emerge from their burrows and play and play in the world for the first time; one stranger after another comes from her again.
Walking under the shade of the trees. Maybe she will look at the faces of these people and try to find in them a kind of longing passed down from the past life. Although this is a meaningless move, because any memory of the previous life will no longer interfere with the trajectory of this life. However,
New encounters will be born in it, and become the only medicine to eliminate loneliness."
"Trees will have the fate of trees, and people will have the fate of humans. The two are two parallel lines that will never intersect. However, the tree may become a human in the next life, and the human may also become a person in the next life.
Tree. Through some incredible law, they exchanged each other's fate. They both pursue care and warmth in their own world, fighting against a fate that can never be escaped, but they feel even more satisfied because of it."
"So, I would like to ask you to remember one sentence, Your Highness Princess."
Her voice suddenly became distant and ethereal, like singing an age-old ballad, faintly visible in the patter of raindrops. To this day, when I think of the teacher's face, I feel a little immodest, but those words she taught
My words are not about how plants grow or how violets bloom, but about how the soul should find temporary companions on a lonely journey and convey short-term warmth——
"Please don't place your emotions only on the people around you. If you do that, it will make you more painful and sad when you are separated."
"In the limited time of life, you might as well look forward to more distant scenery. Look forward to what kind of encounters are waiting for you in the world after the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up? Those who have been left behind, or who have left you behind
Yes, don’t look back, because no one has ever stipulated that the memory of the past must affect the future appearance. Do you remember what I said, the tree will have its own destiny."
"Go, Your Highness Princess."
Her fingertips brushed through my hair, as if she was sending me to a far, far away place: "The birth and death of life, the prosperity and withering of plants, the encounter and separation of emotions, the previous life and death of the soul.
In this life...in fact, they all have the same meaning."
"For you."
"The so-called loneliness is a journey that never stops."
……
Many years later, the woman with the teacher's face was smiling and sitting on the floating and rocking wooden boat. Her expression was exactly the same as when she was looking at the rainy scene outside the window. However, she could no longer reach out and gently wipe away the tears from the corner of the princess's eyes.
.
It was Ovela who wiped away the tears accumulated in her eyes with her sleeves, and at this moment she suddenly remembered what she had forgotten.
That was the precious "encounter" she regained in her lost life.
"Alice." She whispered: "Linger, Miss Saint Xalia, and Miss Saint Xalia's sheep..."
His palms loosened and tightened, and he asked in a low voice: "I haven't heard their voices since just now. Teacher, I want to know, where are they now?"
"This is not important, Your Highness Princess."
The woman on the canoe smiled lightly, and her faint singing voice rippled in the dark water. She still stretched out her hand, representing a tempting invitation: "As long as I am here, it is enough. I will accompany you until you get rid of those things."
Until the painful loneliness. From now on, you will no longer be alone..."
"This is wrong!"
The princess interrupted her, looked into every inch of her eyes, and said word by word: "No one can escape loneliness, because it is neither a disease that can be cured nor a disease that can be solved."
Troubles are the fate that each of us must bear."
"I really want my teacher to be by my side. Not only my teacher, but also my father, mother and everyone in the past. I want them to be by my side and accompany me through the long years of loneliness. But, people
We cannot live in the past forever. It is immature to hope that anyone can stay. Their souls have their own way to go in their previous lives and this life. And the only thing I can do is to be with you.
After they were separated, they embarked on a new journey, found new encounters, and gained new sustenance."
She raised her hand, and at some point, she had already held the blue holy sword in her hand. The edgeless sword pointed directly at the familiar face in her memory. There was also a sacred code floating beside her, and a golden chain.
Wrapped in the void... The strength the princess gains from new encounters in life will help her have the courage to fight against loneliness.
Although it is not a complete escape, life in this world is a lonely journey. Having a temporary travel companion or a short-term comfort is already an extremely lucky thing, how can you ask for more?
"Alice, Ringer, Miss Saint Xalia and her lamb... They gave me courage, told me the meaning of longing, and accompanied me through such a long road. They are all the care and warmth that I have regained.
."
"So, now——"
An astonishing light suddenly burst out from her body. The sacred light was woven into soft silk threads, covering every part of the neckline, waist, sleeves and skirt. It was embroidered into gorgeous and complicated patterns, setting off the princess's expression in the light.
In the middle, it is holy and awe-inspiring, and even the voice reveals an inviolable determination: "Take my companions."
"Give it back!!!"
After the words fell, the surrounding scene completely solidified. The dark water no longer rippled, the floating wooden boat stopped shaking, and even the smile of the woman on the boat solidified into the curvature of the lake... Everything turned into things in the mirror, plated with paint.
The colors are dim and hazy. Only the big tree covered with dead branches still stands in the water waves, maintaining the deep and thick dark color after years of erosion. Its silent death seems to be telling the heaviness behind life, death and prosperity.
Meaning.
The next moment, the harsh sound of Katcha came to my ears.
As a result, except for the trees, all other objects that could be seen with the naked eye were broken into fragments and turned into fragments of mirrors. They were blown by an unintentional gust of wind and whizzed past the princess. What was being reflected in the mirror was about her.
The belief and consciousness are all verified in the dusty memory.