The Rest of My Life

The bright moon in Qin Dynasty. Fu Nian's perspective is for everyone. When I learned from the woodcutter who went into the mountain to collect firewood that the former strategist Zhang Liang passed away due to illness a few days ago, I suddenly realized that I don't know how old I am in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, dozens of spring and autumn years have passed. I have lived in seclusion in this mountain forest for decades, and the nearby villagers call me "Mr. Yamano". I never told them that before my legs were broken by the collapsed beams, I once held the famous sword Tai'a and calmly drew my sword against five thousand Qin cavalry in Xiaoshengxian Village. But now, the name Fu Nian has long been lost in the world, and the Tai'a sword hanging on the wall has long been covered with dust. Turning the wheelchair, I spread out a new scroll of bamboo slips on the desk. Things in the world are like running water, and life and death are impermanent. I want to organize and record the people and things I have met. These stories are not long. Some of them I have personally witnessed, and some of them are just known from two or three rumors. They are recorded in the slips to comfort me throughout my life. I picked up the pen and wrote down four words, "The rest of my life in the sea".