Chapter 14 Postscript to "Farewell Song" in 2008

I have always liked Li Houzhu's words, the early, middle, and late, and I will read a lot of them casually. It's just inexplicably, compared to the phrase "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" that everyone knows, the phrase that often pops out of my mind for no reason is the phrase "The most hasty resignation from the temple, Jiaofang Still playing the farewell song, weeping at the maid of honor." "Broken Time" - desolate, regretful, mourning the passing away. Forty years of family and country, once destroyed, wearing white clothes and leaving the city, mourning and joy.

Looking back at this time, the glory of the first half of my life and the wandering of the second half of my life draw an ironic watershed. Later I thought, I like Li Yu, probably because of his experience: not all poets have the opportunity to be emperors, not all emperors will be reduced to subjugated kings, and not all subjugated kings can swallow their anger and become prisoners. Therefore, I like Li Yu because in his words, there are not only the great happiness of the first half of his life, but also the real depression of leaving his hometown in the second half of his life. The most desperate grief can often produce the most touching words in the world.

So, one night, I finally decided to use the three words "Farewell Song" as the name of this story that has been circling in my mind for many years.However, in this story, in addition to enough desolation, enough regret, enough grief, there must also be enough strength, enough indifference, and enough light. It can even be said that what I want to record is not only a story, but also a life that has been divided into two parts: in the first half, you can see the unsatisfactory desire amidst the blooming flowers; in the second half, you can see The sudden enlightenment in the calm silence.

Roughly, life is like this: there are losses, gains, entanglements, and epiphanies; there are overwhelming temptations, sorrows that sink deep into the mud, and warm and moving love that can overcome all gloom. All of these are the driving force for us to move forward, and also the courage for us to look back. I know, as far as the writing is concerned, this is a shallow story: no big subject matter, no big background, not even big ups and downs.From the beginning to the end, what is described is just the whole process of a woman from moths to the flame to ashes and then to standing up again.

However, this innocence is exactly the truth I want to tell you—girls like Sang Li are not an exception, nor are they illusory.She is beside us, and even lives deep in each of us—the desire, paranoia, indifference, and determination she represents are never the only ones. However, Sang Li's difference is that when fate gave her too much retribution, she accepted it calmly in the shortest possible time.Because she knew that since all of that was her own choice, then she couldn't regret it. In her own words, she should be thankful that she is still alive after her retribution.Therefore, there is still a chance to reflect seriously, a chance to start all over again, and a chance to seize happiness and not let go.

So, there is really no experience that is useless.As long as you are willing to experience and introspect, all those pasts will become the reason for us to sharpen ourselves and repair ourselves-maybe there will be labor pains, but the chrysalis will turn into butterflies after pain. Therefore, we should be grateful for every journey in our life. Did you know that youth itself is really a farewell song: because we always have to say goodbye to the old self in order to meet the new self. Therefore, one chapter is the growth history of a girl. Thank you for walking with me, thank you for accompanying me to remember, thank you for accompanying me to listen to the most sincere voice in the depths of time.

Thank you. Ye Xuan October 2008