Neither withdrawn from the world nor immersed in it, loving all things deeply and loving oneself just as deeply. Head bowed, seemingly lost; head raised, serene. This is the very face of a Daoist.
Taking the spirit as the board, one plays against the drifting world. Victory and defeat may have nothing to do with all under heaven, yet the body's decay still cuts to the heart and lungs.
I pick up an old piece from a game of immortality and tap it idly beneath the pine shadows. Let the wood rot beside me, let the dream of golden millet come to its end. Where should this piece fall? I am still lost.
In the end, we are each but a single grain in the vast ocean.
There has been no news for a year, right? In the past few years, from Guangdong to Zhejiang (I have traveled to several cities in Zhejiang alone), I have been busy running around with life and have no intention of surfing the Internet. This may be just an excuse, because no matter which city I am in, I am always connected to the Internet, but this network is not that network. Nowadays, the Internet is only about news, not chat rooms and forums. Yesterday was the weekend, and when I came back from a short trip online, I suddenly thought of the river bank, but when I went over to look at it, I realized that things had changed. So, I searched for your words on the Internet and came to Jinjiang. I am no stranger to Jinjiang. I have been reading time travel stories here from the second half of last year to the first half of this year, but I didn't expect that your words would be posted here for a long time. After reading all your writings in Jinjiang, I feel a little sad that these writings are already so long ago (about three or four years ago). I wonder if you have written anything good recently. Is it the story in Cup Shadow? The world has gone through vicissitudes. How many people and things have changed in the past three or four years. I wonder if you are still that indifferent cup now?
I'll have to check it out after a while. Then I discovered that the author's other articles seemed to be written by someone else...
Great... Very warm and clever writing... I suddenly feel that my stuff is too vulgar to read...
Sir the author. I like your cup shadow very much. I want to make it into a sound piece. I don't know if you agree? Purely an internet hobby, not commercial
The feeling of joining the Internet for the first time is actually very beautiful and simple :)
What to say I wonder if Cup Da would mind reprinting it?
Suddenly I thought of the fireworks in Yangzhou in March The spring in March is always so bright But it always makes Gu Luan inexplicably sad
As soon as I approached the rivers and lakes, I saw his back fading in the rivers and lakes. . . Those people and things that I naively chased and tried to get close to for many years~~
Only when you raise children can you know the kindness of your parents...
The legend has faded away after being heard too many times, even though there are many ways to tell it.