Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 217 Black Peach Blossoms on the Bankside
Piao Astronomy Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 217: Black Peach Blossoms by the Side
It is very common to express feelings to Canghai, but few people express feelings to salted fish. But thinking about what happened to me in the past year, even in front of a basket of salted fish, Longqing couldn't help but sigh.
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But he knew very well that for himself now, any emotions like sighs and feelings seemed too redundant, and would make him feel the unstoppable pain and despair that he had finally calmed down again, so he
Silently prepared to leave the fishing port.
Suddenly, he stopped and slowly crushed his delicate ties on the wet and slippery ground, driving his body to slowly turn backwards.
I saw a small boat rising and falling from time to time in the sea, which was full of morning light. Long Qing's eyesight is still much sharper than ordinary people, and he saw a Taoist in Qingyi standing on the boat.
The Taoist in the blue-clothed on the boat described it as ordinary and had no special place, but he could not take his eyes away because his body became extremely stiff due to shock.
Fishermen and coolies, carrying heavy catches, walking between the slippery decks. On the shore, merchants held cigarette poles and yelled at the mouth of the sea and the masts. The seabirds flew back and forth between the sea and the masts.
The fishing port is busy and noisy, and no one seems to have seen the boat.
Longqing looked at the small boat and the Taoist on the boat silently, with his eyes uneasy as the waves rise and fall in the distance. He is no longer a practitioner, but his insights are still there.
It is clear that this Taoist in Qingyi must be a practitioner, and he cannot see the depth at all. Even if he was once powerful, he cannot see the depth at all.
The Taoist Qingyi on the boat in the distance stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking up slightly at the rising sun in the east, and seemed to melt in the red morning light.
Long Qing looked at the back of the Taoist in Qingyi and suddenly felt the urge to escape.
At this moment, a calm and powerful voice sounded in his mind.
"Is there really something that satisfies this kind of thing in the world?"
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The Taoist in Qingyi in the sea in the distance did not turn around, so naturally he could not see whether he was speaking, but Long Qing understood that the voice in his mind was the Taoist's question.
Listening to this question, his Yingting brows frowned slightly, looking a little painful. He lowered his head and looked at a small shrimp struggling in the mucus beside his feet, muttering: "What if you can't satisfy it?"
Then he raised his head and looked at the Taoist in the green-clothed boat in the distance, with a few resentment and confusion, "Light has abandoned itself, and darkness is not willing to kill itself. What else is there for a waste like me?
Are you dissatisfied with the qualifications? What kind of life can I hope for?"
The voice of Taoist Qingyi sounded clearly in Longqing's mind again, across hundreds of feet apart.
"You are bright, your eyes must be bright, you are dark, and your eyes must be dark. You have experienced so many things in the past year, haven't you understood the true relationship between light and darkness?"
Longqing remembered the dream when climbing the academy, the dream that made him extremely painful, proud and brilliant, but ultimately lost. He remembered the golden light in the dream, and suddenly understood something, but his body suddenly became cold.
The spring sun begins to tremble and restless.
"But that was not my original belief."
He stared at the blue-clothed Taoist on the boat in the distance, and his trembling voice came from his lips and teeth like the wind on the mast, with endless despair.
The Taoist Qingyi did not turn around and still looked at the Chaoyang of Hongrong with his hands behind his back.
“Can faith satisfy you?”
Longqing replied: "It used to be."
Taoist Qingyi was silent.
Longqing lowered his head, looked at the shrimp still struggling by his feet, and asked in pain: "Is this really OK?"
The Taoist Qingyi said, "Yes."
Long Qing asked in confusion: "Is it worth it?"
Taoist Qingyi said: "Whether it is worth it depends on whether you are satisfied or not. If you are satisfied with the present, it is not worth it. If you still have a trace of dissatisfaction, it is worth it. I have always thought that there is never real satisfaction in the world, then I
Think it's worth it any time."
Finally, it's back to satisfying this initial problem.
Long Qing forced himself to suppress his confusion, shocked and helpless emotions, frowned desperately and thought, recalling the past and guessing the future life in a long silence.
Are you really satisfied?
In Chengjing, he led a beggar to grab food and earn territory, and cheated and stole money. Finally, he earned a sum of money to open a shop in Song Guo to earn money, and then started selling pickled fish to earn money. He went down peacefully and happily, becoming the world
An ordinary successful businessman married a beautiful and gentle wife, took two concubines, and gave birth to many children. He was still old for many years and confirmed that no one in Yan State was chasing him, so he secretly took him with him.
The family returned to Chengjing, knelt next to the imperial road outside the palace, pointed at the same old emperor, and told his grandson in a trembling voice that his grandfather had a good relationship with him back then, but I should have sat there.
Then he was about to die, and asked his family to carry himself to the Xiling Kingdom, come to the sacred mountain full of peach blossoms, squeezed into the countless patients and women who came to worship the sky and seek medical treatment, and then he lay weakly on the stretcher.
Watching the cold and proud temple cavalry and the black-clothed deacons walking by, looking at the majestic and spectacular Taoist temples on the high ground, two lines of turbid tears flowing through their wrinkled cheeks, weakly crying, I should have been sitting there
That's right.
That kind of life is right, and it is worth doing anything for such a life, even if you deviate from your original belief and receive the most painful spiritual baptism.
Longqing stood in the morning light by the sea, standing between the fishy smell of salted fish and the fishy smell of the sea breeze, without any sense of consciousness and sniffing its stench, as if a lost body, suddenly he knelt down.
With a crisp sound, his knees crushed the little shrimp struggling in the mucus in front of him to death.
He looked at the small boat hundreds of feet away, looked at the body of the Taoist in Qingyi, and knelt down on the ground with both hands, tears quietly spreading on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Please guide my path."
The voice of Taoist Qingyi sounded in his mind again: "Follow me."
Long Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a little confused. He didn't know how to get close to the boat, nor did he know how to follow the back of the Taoist in Qingyi on the boat.
When he raised his head, he found that in front of him was no longer a fishing port, but a vast blue sea. Sea birds fell into the sea from time to time, disturbing the morning light and the sea color.
The back of Taoist Qingyi was only two steps away from him.
At some point, he had arrived on the boat.
Long Qing looked at the Qingyi Taoist standing at the bow of the boat and was speechless.
When he saw the picture on the side of the boat, his pupils could not help shrinking slightly.
The South China Sea is much calmer than the East China Sea, but the wind and waves are still extremely strong. Ships that can travel in the South China Sea are of great importance, regardless of their size, and before the structure, the ships used must be piled in the yard for a long time, allowing the wind and rain to blow.
Only after sun exposure and stress removal can it be used.
In other words, any boat wood is dead wood.
However, a peach blossom grew on the side of the boat at this time.
Dead wood produces new peaches.
It was a black peach blossom, trembling slightly in the sea breeze, and ink in the morning light.
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(Report some things to everyone. I have had emotional problems in the past two days and I really can't write them. Only these are all the responsibilities. I will turn them around as soon as possible and will never miserably step into the mistakes of last month. Fortunately, I am lucky.
I can take a day off tomorrow. I will handle my detailed outline and emotions well, and then I have to put pressure on myself. I will update three times on Sunday and three times on Monday. If I feel it is right, I hope the update will last two more.