With my brush of karmic insight, I retrace the road behind me.
The cover features the Orange Isle peninsula.
[Source of the Title]
Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century,
Even when it rains,
A thousand mountains and ten thousand mountains apart, a thousand umbrellas and ten thousand umbrellas between us.
Yu Guangzhong, Listening to the Cold Rain
[Before You Read]
Updates whenever inspiration strikes. When I have something to say, I write; when I don't, I lie flat.
You can give it a try as comfort food, but I can't promise it'll taste good.
These are notes written to ward off dementia in old age, for a good laugh years from now.
The events are real, but many details have been heavily altered or blurred.
Only the author knows exactly which parts. I'm posting anonymously, so don't try to dig up my identity.
You can skip everything above. What I really want to say is
Life is short, and the world takes many turns.
May you find peace of mind and, in the end, a happy ending.
Theme: Brush away the snow to seek spring, and keep the lamps burning until daybreak
Yes, I can understand your feelings. It seems too anti-human to say any big principles. In reality, I would also think so, but the closest synonym for anti-human nature is divinity. Hahaha, it's the God who speaks~
It's true and touching. This kind of essay is very good. I also envy the genius of my wife's discussion, but I don't admire it. Life is for oneself, and everyone will go towards themselves. There is no comparison, or they will be lighter and freer. She has a lot, and your wife also has her own world - from your perspective, you are yourself. The protagonist of the world ~ A plain and healthy body is actually the most important, just like what was written in "Morning Blossoms and Evening Pilgrimage" - in the end, I found that the most important things have already been possessed, and it is more interesting to be my own Xu Xiake and travel to thousands of mountains and rivers. ^O^
Interesting, bookmark it~