Yearning for Spring [GB]

It's my birthday today, babies! ! ! Can any baby passing by wish me that my novel is full of inspiration, can it be updated continuously, and the writing is super amazing? [Star Eyes] I really haven't felt like I haven't updated for a long time. I'm going to cry. [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]

Can you please mark it in the copy that it is adulterated with BL? The heroine is still a gay wife, and when she comes in she is given a slap on the head [Cracked] You said in the copy that you had fun, but you did not say that you were having sex with a man [Crying] Please mark it in the latest chapter to help other sisters avoid lightning.

It is recommended to cancel the gb mark in the title, otherwise those who like to watch gb will be surprised if they come in. I hate it the most when romance is mixed with bl and the male protagonist is the copywriter. There is no standard mixed with bl. The male protagonist is also very unclean and plays so fancy. There are comments in the comment area. To say that you are not gb is too outrageous

The introduction was originally updated in the text, but it doesn't seem to be displayed. Very strange. Post it in the comment section. "Instead, I set my sights on more distant sentient beings" - Reader, Gu He Dear friends, it's been a long time. It has been nearly two years since the first part of "Fantasy Spring" was completed. A lot has happened in these two years. Yesterday, I got my college results. Today is June 5, 2026, the day when my university student card expires. If nothing unexpected happens, I will attend the graduation ceremony at the end of July. I completed my student status. June 29th is the day when my London house will be rented out. After this, I will have nowhere to stay in London. June 29, 2024, was the day my grandmother passed away. But I can barely remember it. In my mind, regarding life and death, I always have this thought: If I die one day, I hope that I will not be remembered. Because remembering a dead person makes loving him or her painful. Those who hate it probably don't remember it and don't care. So if you don't want the pain of loving it, maybe forgetting it isn't a bad thing. Sometimes I wonder if I can't remember many things. Is it because of my poor memory or the deepest wishes my grandmother gave me after she passed away? The first part of "Fantasy" stops at the eleven days before my grandmother's death. I was in my hometown of Zhaoqing at that time, and it was a memory of continuous rain and endless green. Grandma is ill, with bitter phlegm and medicinal gas. In the chaotic bedroom, people are with each other, and diseases follow each other. I swung past those crumbling lives. I've forgotten a lot. If I hadn't been writing the introduction, perhaps I would have almost forgotten the anniversary of my death. I have a good memory, so she told me before she left that it was rare for me to be confused. So I was confused and blindly rushed towards a glimmer of clarity. I was enjoying myself so much that it seemed like I had never lost anything. I fill every insight I have with a vast array of people and things. Academic pressure, social fatigue. I am tireless and I enjoy it. I am like a tireless machine, but I have not thought about my works for a long time. At first, I thought it was because my classwork was too heavy. Since the completion of the first part, the second part has been discontinuous. The written works are not a system of articles. Like a dream, scattered and tiny. It's like an opening scene, but it's hard to get to the point. But I guess my instincts are still sharp. Because I didn't really understand it until today. I haven't fully realized the main theme of the second part. Because I haven't really thought seriously about the meaning of living. I am good at imitating suffering, but I am not good at finding enough suitable reasons to write about the courage to live. As a result, the work was stagnant, and the characters seemed to have their souls sucked out, unable to survive. I leave many complex problems in my works, just like I face in my life. Why do people want to live? For me, the works are real, and I work with and reminisce deep in my soul. This is something that no deep relationship can ever replace. Because no matter how we interact with anyone, the essence is the intersection between one person and another. No matter how hard we try, we can never truly fill the deepest loneliness and indifference in our hearts. Because people have their own paths, and they have to walk on their own. Here, for me, the work seems to have become the deepest connection between me and the deepest and loneliest path in my heart. Works cannot deceive people. When the author asks his heart, the work also asks his heart. Compared with any extravagant choice of words and sentences, if a work loses its core, no matter how gorgeous its appearance is, it will only be a greater emptiness. So I stopped, and stopped for a long, long time. I paused for a long time, until one day, I met a person who said the true meaning: But Cici. I gradually realized that I have to live according to my own judgment and logic, even if I am stupid, even if I always make mistakes, then I will suffer. In fact, there is no right or wrong in anything under the sun, and there is no absolute meaning. And good or bad is only based on relationships, positions, and individuals. When he is my close friend, I will not be able to watch his frustration without being indifferent. So this sentence sounds like my friend is willing to surrender. It is a bad intention to be discouraged. And when it returns to only me, this individual, this independent Mo Xiao Chuxin, Cici is Cici, Cici is this person's close friend, it is impossible to watch her jump into the fire pit without stopping her. But Mo Xiaochuxin was not. Mo Xiao Chu Xin is just Mo Xiao Chu Xin. So when Mo Xiaochuxin read this passage again, he felt that it was indeed correct. People always have their own path, everyone has it, just as the old monk said: The ancient Taoist master. A long time ago, under the words of the chapter [Ancient Monk], I left a paragraph of my interpretation and thoughts about the "Ancient Taoist Master". I once said: I actually especially like the artistic conception of "Ancient Taoist Master". People's various journeys in the past are like traveling on ancient roads. Gains and losses come over and over again, which is ordinary. Many things that are noisy at the moment, if you look back on them in the future, you will be surprised that they happened a long time ago. When the monk talked about the "ancient Taoist priest" to the eldest lady, I can always think of an image. Everyone comes in his own way. For people, this kind of road is not a kind of "ancient road". And when the monk said these words, it seemed like two travelers were cherishing each other. An almost equal position. I have never dared to judge your suffering, but I understand your difficulty. Because in those moments, I was the same as you. It is difficult for one person to truly bear the cause and effect of another person, so there is no need to mention whether he is saved or not. So I often think that most of the time, people have to go on their own. Because of this, I feel that all the words I have to say to others and myself, and looking at the past, only say one sentence in the end: The ancient Taoist Master. Therefore, the eldest lady will walk on a path without attachment, worry, worry, and fear. I think if there is no intersection between people, then you are you and I am me. Wherever you go, I go, we will never meet, and there will be no intersection. As for why people want to participate in the cause and effect of others at some times, perhaps it is because the intersection gives rise to care, so they want to protect them from suffering. I often think of a saying that I can't bear to see his death if he hears about it. Through the intersection, people gain insight into a person's suffering and develop empathy. So I saw and heard some sounds that I shouldn't have seen or heard. "I" heard of his life, so he couldn't bear to see his death. This gave rise to "superfluous" pity. This is where you "participate" in the cause and effect of others. Is this a kind of "Guanyin"? Most of the time in this world, people always learn to be indifferent. Human beings are not like plants and trees, they can be hurt and hurt, so they endure hardships, suffer pain, learn to avoid it, and learn to leave it behind. I sometimes wonder if we pursue a kind of dramatic love and hate in literary and artistic works because of the unnecessary and unnecessary care that one person has because of another person. Why is that kind of caring so fascinating? Because the essence of life is to move towards a kind of isolation. No matter how connected we are in this life, we will be alone when we die. Now that I want to start creating again, I must face this isolation. People want to travel together and are willing to reproduce and combine in order to resist such isolation. Feel the closeness in the vastness of desire. Love, material desires, and desires are endless, driving people to live like this. People enjoy control or being controlled in their desires. It seems that in some moments, they can resist impermanence. Or maybe they have a desire to talk, communicate with each other about their moods, and fight against loneliness in the midst of uncertainty. It is also possible to sink into a world without caring about worldly affairs. Humans have their vulnerabilities to AI. Loves to eat, loves to sleep, and is afraid of fatigue. Afraid of hardship, afraid of difficulty, afraid of loneliness. It is precisely because of its fragility that greatness is born, such as love and compassion. For example, the insight is that all living beings suffer. And loneliness, for the author, is the most tragic nutrient in the work. In the world, among love and desire, people live and die alone, go and come alone. It is precisely because of his isolation that the spiritual territory can be found within. When people are alone in the world, they have the energy to think about: who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go. Only when people are in heaven and earth can they see heaven and earth. I like a saying recently: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust. Coincidentally, the Sixth Patriarch who said this sentence is from my hometown. He also has a saying that I like very much: It is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person. The essence of life is to see through "emptiness"; and the nature of living is the heartbeat of a benevolent person. So there is no such thing as cause and effect. It is always only the heart of the benevolent.

After thinking for a long time, I still felt that I should say something to Wang Chun. For me, "Wan Chun" is more than just a simple novel. I first read it on the recommendation of a friend. At that time, "Wan Chun" had only been updated for about ten chapters, so I wanted to read it again. I really started to immerse myself in this world when I finished the high school entrance examination, and now I am repeating it in my senior year of high school. "Wang Chun" has always been a novel that I have been thinking about, and I have never put it down. "Wang Chun" is the first work that made me so persistent. It is different from all the novels I have read. At first, it was just to kill time, but then I calmed down and read it carefully. This novel gave me a lot to think about. I am a very tacky person. When I first saw the misfortune of the eldest daughter, I felt that she must perform some kind of domineering and revengeful heroine script. Later, when I saw the two stepfathers died so easily, I even thought about why I designed this kind of plot. I was really shocked at that moment. My mother hugged me and cried quietly, saying that she was about to lose her father, but she had no one to talk to. My brother was too young and was raised by my grandfather, so I couldn't listen to this. At that time, I just patted her back in a daze. It wasn't until she left that I realized what happened and cried for a long time. I even complained about why she told me. Afterwards, I was confused for a while, and I turned to Wan Chun again. Suddenly, at that moment, I felt like I understood why such a plot was arranged, because life is impermanent. The person you were with day and night in the last second, you may hear about his death in the next second. This is impermanent, but this is life. Life is not a novel. There are so many satisfactions. At that moment, I seemed to suddenly understand the eldest lady. I understood her confusion and bewilderment. So I began to think about the connotation of this novel and what it really focused on. I read and thought about it. I even bought a palm-sized notebook to write down (I only wrote about a third of it when I was moving seats for the senior high school exam). I cried all the time after losing it). At that time, I realized that for me, sexual intercourse was more of a comparison and choice. It jumped out of the traditional framework of love and hate, and shifted the focus to all living beings. It is a microcosm, a microcosm of a corner of the world. The morality and self of the previous generation can actually be seen from it, and the current situation of many couples today, not limited to gender. The author never limits the reader's perspective, but encourages us to think from many aspects, from the perspective of the two dog dads (no whitewashing, just thinking from this aspect, they should be cut to death). As the steward of the Luo family, Luo Shi has a high position, so he is destined to be unable to love Xiao Yan like ordinary people. He is not even qualified. Give Xiao Yan a chance to stand by his side, so from their perspective, they may symbolize many lovers who cannot love each other. In order to break their closed loop, they chose themselves and sacrificed two women and two children. From the perspective of the two mothers, it was an unreasonable disaster. They were the epitome of many victims who were involved in destruction for no reason due to the selfish desires of others. As for the relationship between the eldest lady and the little butterfly, their relationship is very fateful. When I finished the article of Weak Shui, I guessed whether the eldest lady wanted to put herself into the perspective of her mother, and wanted to give her mother an answer and a relief. (I guess I guessed half of it right?) This closed loop is morality and self, destruction and rebirth, which is the beginning and end of the suffering of Weak Shui and Chao Lin. And I feel that the theme of Wan Chun is probably impermanence and suffering. Everyone is suffering, and in Luo Shi's death Later, when the eldest lady was about to die, she suddenly understood this. Through Luo Shi and Xiao Yan, she no longer stuck to pure hatred (of course, this does not mean that she had forgiven and let go, but simply understood), but turned her attention to more distant sentient beings. She is suffering, butterflies are suffering, and everyone living is suffering. After thinking about this, I realized that my previous black and white thoughts were actually a kind of blasphemy and contempt for the center of this work. It should not be obsessed with how to take revenge, but should focus on how to be reborn. When a person dies, he is just dead. There is no heaven or hell, just a lifeless flesh and bones. Just like in the resurrection, the male and female protagonists do not forget their hatred and imprison themselves in a closed loop (is the closed loop of delusional sexual intercourse also Can it be understood as picking up and putting down? ), But let go of hatred and find their own new life. The eldest lady is too obsessed with the grievances of the previous generation, so she is suffering and tired. From a God's perspective, as long as she lets go of everything, what she has now is enough for her to live happily for several lifetimes, but from a human perspective, she cannot let go. After losing the target of her hatred, she put everything on Butterfly's closed loop, but Butterfly firmly chose her, just like Luo Shi chose Xiao Yan. She found that everything she had ever been attached to was just a person's subjective choice, and there was no objective imposition. It was arrogant and unreasonable, so she collapsed and sought death. The eldest lady I understand is very light, but very thick, like a mountain hidden in the fog. My ability to express is too poor, uh-huh, but that's roughly the feeling. I went to see the Peeping Mountain you mentioned. Those photos of the mountains at the beginning, I think she looks very much like the eldest lady. There is something very strong about her. The tiredness is no less than that of a butterfly. When I stood in her perspective, I cried many times because I was too tired. She was so young, why did she have to carry so much, she was so good, why did only weak water love her? Maybe it was because she had experienced too much when she was a child. I felt that there was more divinity in her than a butterfly. I am also writing an article now (but I am a cp fan, hhh, I feel so small compared to you and I feel a little embarrassed). I once wrote about a very divine, Bodhisattva-like character. I described him as sad and crying. I suddenly remembered that this should be a green rain, a morning light that wraps around the mountains. Lin's Qingyu, I think the eldest lady should cry like this. Her sorrow is not limited to herself, but includes the suffering of all living beings. Such sorrow is not the ups and downs of ordinary people like me, howling, but a kind of tranquility, a kind of compassion, two lines of clear tears that fall naturally after recognizing it long ago. She has a lot of divinity in her body, which is the strongest stroke of color that I have ever felt, but it is light and not deliberately described. It is just a manifestation of the natural flow. (Here is another blow, Mrs.! I really love you so much!) The butterfly calls her Xian'er. I think this name is very suitable for her. It is not only the inaccessible mountain-like temperament in her, but also this kind of divinity that is different from the butterfly, but a sudden enlightenment after experiencing thousands of hardships. Let's talk about Butterfly. Butterfly is very strong and pure in my eyes. I don't know if Teacher has seen One Hundred Years of Solitude. There is a character in One Hundred Years of Solitude that I particularly like. She is the beautiful Remedios! She would shave off her hair for convenience, and she didn't understand that those people would delay eating and laugh just to watch her take a bath. In her eyes, there is no difference between beauty and ugliness. I think the pure nature of the little butterfly is very similar to hers. I even thought about whether she might be one of the prototypes of the butterfly. Butterfly has indeed slept with many people, and I have read many similar articles, but only Butterfly, I am not willing to use a rag to classify it, because in my eyes he is very clean and white. He has been ups and downs in the world of desire for so many years, but he can always maintain a pure heart. This kind of heart is not available to most people. We are trapped in the world, and in our hearts There are a lot of distracting thoughts. I dare say that most people can't be like butterflies, wanting something without imposing their own subjective thoughts. It doesn't mean that he has no desire for the eldest lady, but that his love has surpassed the desire he relies on and has become something purer. The kind of love that even seems superficial, just like the utopia mentioned by the down-and-out poet. I think Butterfly's divinity is innate. I have vaguely felt it since he was young. He uses his body to carry the desires of the world, and uses his body to measure the greed, anger and ignorance of the world. It is like the eldest lady described it: Guanyin in the mud. I thought about why Butterfly loves the eldest daughter alone. The teacher's answer was that he wanted to capture something as ethereal as his mother. What I understood was that the eldest daughter was complicated, but also pure, but her purity was biased towards herself. She was thick and like a mountain, and she was stable and never changed for fourteen years. I thought that Butterfly loved the eldest daughter. On the other hand, could it be said that what he loved was her purity and unchangedness that had remained unchanged for decades? In fact, there is a lot more I want to say, but I forgot about it as I was typing, and I will add it later when I think of it! My thoughts were a bit confusing, I was dreaming about what I said, I'm sorry, teacher qwq In the end, Wan Chun has been with me for more than three years, and it was the first time I loved a work so much. It taught me that I should not look at things one-sidedly, and that I should not just read novels, but also think about them. It gave me a lot of new inspirations, helped me move from childishness to maturity, and made me more stable and strong on the road to becoming an adult, so I hope to see the day when my infatuation ends! I also want to thank the teacher for writing this work. What I want to tell you is that no matter what others say, there are always people who really love your work! I really, really like you! Happy New Year, I hope to see more growth and stories from Wan Chun in the new year!

You could have put diversity in this. After reading the first chapter, the male protagonist likes a male and a female. The female protagonist also looks at the male protagonist and the male protagonist. I even suspect that the female protagonist marries the male protagonist and the male protagonist plays with the male protagonist. Then isn't the female protagonist also the same wife? Is this revenge? The heroine can actually say that he will fall in love with another boy. Is the heroine really not a gay wife?

It suddenly occurred to me that the teacher's writing has the flavor of Zhang Ailing, and also whether the teacher has synaesthesia. I feel that the writing is really genius. . .

Dear babies, a comment was deleted by the management this afternoon because I mentioned another platform QAQ. Don't worry, QAQ won't screw you up. I'm here when you write it, and I won't screw you up. Because this work is my meaning.

I'm convinced Beibei, why don't you avoid the lightning in advance if the male protagonist is unclean??

Da Da, I'm going to take the college entrance examination. Let's see you in June. I hope I can see the full inventory by then (it's okay if I don't have it. I hope I can continue to work hard and perform well. I love you Da Da [Green Heart]