Chapter 5 Five, accession to the WTO

A cup of tea, from thick to light, turns out that killing time is also a kind of beauty.The scenery of life is always like this. When you have it, you feel so far away; when you lose it, you feel so close. Not all partings mean sentimentality, not all forgetting means betrayal.Some fates are destined to only last for so long, and once the fate is over, it will end without delay.In this vast world, how many prosperous stories are scattered in a hurry, and fleeting years are always secretly changing.Faced with many unexplainable fates, when no suitable metaphor can be found, it will be regarded as a play, staged gorgeously amidst the noisy gongs and drums, and then withdrawn indifferently under the falling curtain.

After taking off the costumes on the stage, we will be greeted with another life.For Su Manshu, although the life in the temple is simple, it is also the decoration of the years.A glass of water, a green leaf, and a bunch of sunshine are enough to change the world.Turning over a page of life means that we have changed a little bit, only a little bit, and we are not allowed to go back to the beginning. In the release pool, the lonely lotus blooms and closes. I don’t know how many years I have waited for that destined person, but why is it the one you missed under your wrist every time.When Lan Zhou left, she reluctantly accepted another reincarnation, waiting infatuatedly as always.Most of the time, I choose to escape because I can't promise. I always believe that Su Manshu is not trying to let down a lotus ruthlessly.Living in troubled times, his life is destined not to be peaceful, when the dust and smoke are scattered, any cleanliness will have to pay a price.

Su Manshu, who was not a monk, studied at Datong School. He didn't have the slightest discomfort with the school life which was very different from the monastery.The so-called spark can start a prairie fire, and it is true.The blood of youth may have flowed slowly in Su Manshu's body, but it has never solidified. Once it is smooth, the blood touched by passion will flow uncontrollably.With his painting talent, Su Manshu not only studied in Datong, but also served as an art teacher in the school. Because of his extraordinary literary quality, he was also selected into the evening Chinese class held by Liang Qichao for further study.

If a piece of uncut jade in the dust and mud is not excavated, it may be buried in quicksand for thousands of years, and it will still not be able to show its beauty.Although the longer the years, the thicker the vicissitudes, the more moist the texture, but even the best uncut jade needs to be carved by time to become a piece of beautiful jade.To be nourished by the stories of the spring breeze and autumn moon, for those who are destined to play, wear, and seal, this is the mission of jade, and it is also the value of jade, all of which are to prove the reality of life.Su Manshu is a piece of gentle jade. If he is willing to be plain, he may grow old alone in a temple all his life, but he clearly sees his melancholy in the sunlight, and feels the murderousness of time in leisure.He told himself that he had to stir up gorgeous ripples in the still water of a lake before he could let it go.

The rush of people in the world does not allow you to stop for a moment. When you see the backs of others drifting away, how can you not sigh in your heart that you can't catch up.With the ups and downs of the sea, the influx of torrents, one wave will rush you to the downstream of history.In the monastery, Su Manshu may be willing to be lonely and practice in seclusion, just to forget a relationship; but when he returns to the world, he can't restrain the enthusiasm that is about to move in his heart.Dreams may sometimes be as short and fleeting as meteors, but they have an incomparably bright process.Be a person who doesn't care about gains and losses, not to fight against the storms of the world, but to be worthy of your heart.

In order to discuss further studies, the 19-year-old Su Manshu and his cousin Su Weihan went to Tokyo, Japan, and transferred to the Chinese International Students Section of the Advanced Preparatory Course of Waseda University.Lived in a simple hotel and lived a life of poverty and embarrassment.April in the world is the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I think that the passing years will dilute the memory, and I can still smell the past when standing under the tree.The cherry blossoms fell in pieces, hitting the heart, and it hurts faintly.Su Manshu thought, if he and Juzi passed by that year, would there be less tragedy in this world?Will his future stories have to be rewritten?Since it is a catastrophe of love, there is nowhere to hide, and there is no way to change it. Don't you know that the world is a foregone conclusion, and all we can do is mourn the past.

Not to mention an ordinary Japanese woman who ruled Su Manshu's youthful destiny. Since ancient times, how many emperors, generals and ministers have given up thousands of miles of land for their beauty.The so-called overpowering the country and the city, a little girl does not need iron horses to fight, her frown and smile are enough to rewrite history.Daji of the Shang Dynasty, Diaochan of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Concubine Yang of the Tang Dynasty, Chen Yuanyuan of the late Ming and early Qing Dynasty, and countless famous and unknown women lined up in the pages of history. His sharp sword became the sacrificial object of the dynasty.History is also colorful because of these women.Time slips away from the fingers, and no one will pursue the past right and wrong, success and failure, honor and disgrace.Especially when we walk into the empty imperial city, or stand on the land that has become ruins, all we can leave is a faint sigh.

Su Manshu, who has an unforgettable old love, is not immersed in the past. He can sigh for the past, but also work hard for the future.He was introduced by Feng Ziyou to join the youth association "with the purpose of nationalism and the purpose of destruction". He made many friends and developed an anti-Qing awareness.During this period, Su Manshu met Ye Lan, Chen Duxiu, Wu Wanzhang and others, and it was also the beginning of the anti-Qing revolution.In the spring of the following year, 20-year-old Su Manshu entered the Military Chengcheng School majoring in Army and met Chen Jiping.In the following months, Su Manshu devoted himself completely to the revolution, submerging himself in the torrent of revolution.Such persistence is not to witness anything, nor is it to fight for anything.With his savvy, he should understand better than anyone else that even with such devotion, he is just a passer-by in the annals of history.When you throw a heavy stone into the water, only a few waves splash up, and then disappear without a trace, and you can't see anything.

Su Manshu was not a quiet person, and he couldn't be willing to live a frugal life.He is greedy for food, and even if he devotes himself to the intense revolutionary cause, he can't forget the old dream, and he can't let go of the food in the world.A meager donation from a friend could not afford his huge expenses.His life began to fall into trouble. Maybe people who have been poor will understand that poverty can make a person lose all dignity and pride.Su Manshu is not a person who is afraid of poverty, but he really can't bear the embarrassing life.Although Japan is called his second hometown, after all, he is in a foreign country and cannot be free and easy.Reality can sometimes be so cruel that you can't imagine it. When you face difficulties, you can't calm down with a flick of your sleeves and a wave of your hand.

In desperation, he returned from Japan and arrived in Shanghai.The last time he left, he was burdened with emotional scars. Although he was unscathed this time, he left in an unremarkable manner.We can not listen to the fiddling of fate, but we have to pay the price for our stubbornness.Although Su Manshu couldn't resist fate, he was unwilling to be bound by it.In troubled times, only self-help can save others. Many humble people can only hide under moss-covered corners to grow old alone.No one will take into account your existence, you lie on the window sill watching the sunset and the crescent moon, the world outside the window is already as fast as a horse riding a swallow.

In a clean temple, Su Manshu might be able to relax and calm down, but once he entered the world of mortals, he didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.We see the historical city walls collapsed again and again, and we want to repair them and replace them with new bricks and tiles, but we don't know that the spiritual damage cannot be repaired.In fact, history doesn't hurt, city walls don't hurt, only people's hearts hurt.The decaying Qing government has already set the moon in the west. As a pioneer of the times, Su Man does not want the ruined city to suffer greater fragmentation and harm.All he wanted to do was try his best to comfort this vicissitudes of life. Back in Shanghai, Su Manshu worked as an interpreter for the National Daily and worked with Chen Duxiu, Zhang Shizhao and He Meishi.During this period, he drew the "Children's Piggy Bank Picture" full of anti-Qing consciousness, and his poem "Farewell to Tang Guodun with Poetry and Painting" was published in the supplement of "Kingmin Ribao". "Through the sea, Lu Lian does not have the emperor Qin, floating in the vast mist. The people are lonely and angry, and the hero tears, and sprinkles shark silk as a gift to the deceased." In many quiet midnights, he was alone in a hut and wrote novels at his desk.Su Manshu always believes that only the soul wandering in calligraphy, between pictures and words, is the truest self.Integrating into the text, he found that his heart still yearns for tranquility so much.The complicated world couldn't give him the stability he wanted, and the flying smoke and dust penetrated into the bone marrow, as if to completely swallow a clean heart. Su Manshu began to miss the life in the temple. On the promenade in the afternoon, the warm sunlight fell quietly, and he looked at his own shadow and sat in meditation.A cup of tea, from thick to light, turns out that killing time is also a kind of beauty.There, he doesn't need to worry about being chased by time, he can let himself sit quietly on the futon, from dusk to dawn, from flowering to flowering, no one blames him.The scenery of life is always like this. When you have it, you feel so far away; when you lose it, you feel so close. Until the "National Daily" was seized, several months of hard work went to waste. This was undoubtedly another blow to Su Manshu.In the vast world, there are too many opportunities laid out in front of you, but it is difficult to grasp them well.Today may still be bright and beautiful, but tomorrow will be gloomy. We are just making nameless sighs for one short fate after another.You look at the flowers blooming one tree after another, but you don't know which tree belongs to you. It starts in a hurry and ends in a hurry. Life is really like a dream, and you can't help it.Su Manshu didn't know what he got in exchange for his persistence.When he was lonely, he packed his simple luggage and chose to leave, and moved from Shanghai to Hong Kong, but he knew in his heart that Hong Kong was just a short journey in his life, and he couldn't give him the feeling he wanted.Standing under the eaves of time, he felt an unprecedented loss, he himself did not know what he wanted.