Chapter 7 7. Dust

We are all pink people in the world, and no one is destined to live a stable life.Either the whereabouts are unknown, or there is nowhere to turn to, and in the end, a small mound is our common destination. The sharp sword of life cuts us every day, cutting off the flesh and leaving the thin bones.In troubled times, any complete and wonderful dream cannot last a midnight. After waking up, there are fragmented memories all over the floor.We clearly know that good dreams are hard to come true, but we can't suppress our thoughts. Letting go is an attempt, and there are joys of gain and hurt of loss.If possible, maybe everyone wants to stay in the good time and watch the long stream of water quietly.But we can't help but obey the time, and follow it like falling flowers, we don't know which direction to drift to, and we can't stay for a moment.

Su Manshu is passionate, and he gave his passionate heart to the revolution, to his career, and to his emotions.Every time it is too late to savor it, it is overwhelmed by the waves of the years and covered by the tea flowers in the courtyard.Everything he experienced in his life seemed to be a flash in the pan, beautiful but short-lived.The Huaxinghui uprising that Su Manshu participated in failed in one winter, when he was twenty-one years old.Twenty-one years old is like a freshly grown fruit on a tree, green and slightly astringent.While many people still don't understand the world, Su Manshu has already tasted the hardships of human nature and understands the deep confusion in life.Colleagues who worked with him left one after another and went to their own futures. Su Manshu stayed in Hunan this time and taught in the school.

Everything is fate, and fate is not only between people, but also between people and things.Just like the emperors in the feudal dynasties, some emperors have a long relationship with the country for decades, while others are as short as one day. The 21-year-old Su Manshu has formed many fates in this world, but they never seem to last long.In fact, we are all pink people in the world, and no one is destined to live a stable life.Either the whereabouts are unknown, or there is nowhere to turn to, and in the end, a small mound is our common destination.Our departure is just a sad and happy story of ending our life in different seasons sooner or later. At that time, all fantasies are buried together, and dreams grow into grass.Please believe that it is those immortal souls that sway in the wind.

He left Changsha when the lotus was open, returned to Shanghai, and then transferred to Nanjing to teach at the Army Primary School.During this period, he participated in the preparation of the Jiangnan Book and News Agency, visited Chen Sanyuan and Chen Hengke, and discussed Buddhism with Wu Zhongwen.Su Man refused to let himself stop. In those unknown times, he seemed to have some kind of indescribable premonition that his life would be more hasty than anyone else's.He was afraid that with one thought, one look back, one sigh, he would waste the fleeting years.This should not be a thought of a young and vigorous person, but Su Man is afraid that he will become a stone in the river and sink silently, and no one will remember him after many years.

Should we really live like ants, constantly searching and searching in the bright sunlight?Living in a city, no matter how busy you are or how involuntary you are, you need to give yourself a quiet space.In a sunny afternoon, choose an old teahouse, or a western-style coffee house, sip a pot of tea, drink a cup of strong coffee, or sit in meditation, or think about life, or think about a romantic time when you were young love.At least this quiet time belongs to me, troubles have come before, but they were blown away by the wind, melancholy has also met, but hurriedly brushed shoulders. A busy life is monotonous because there is no emotion, life is like a cup of bitter tea, and emotion is jasmine, mixed together, this cup of tea is fragrant and refreshing.People live in the world, and there are many sufferings that linger on their minds. If they don't know how to mediate themselves, they will eventually be buried by the world.Red flowers are accompanied by green leaves, high mountains are accompanied by flowing water, and spring is accompanied by white snow. How can a person be alone in the world, alone against the hustle and bustle of the world?Su Manshu asked himself to be a passionate person, his heart would often be soft for an encounter, and beating for an eye.He once had a fate that was completely opposite to each other, and came and went in a hurry, leaving only regrets that cannot be added.

It is said that the past, present and future marriages are recorded on the Three Lives Stone. Although Su Manshu tried hard to suppress his emotions, he could not escape the catastrophe of love in this life.Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, is full of rouge and pearl powder. Whether you are wandering in Taoyedu or wandering in Mochou Lake, there is an irresistible fragrance floating in this city.The beauty of the Qinhuai River back then attracted many emperors, generals, and romantic talents to be obsessed with them. Whether it was Li Xiangjun, who spattered peach blossoms with blood, or Chen Yuanyuan, the beauty of the country, their every frown, smile, song, and dance affected the future of elegant scholars, Dominated the fate of the country.

When Du Mu traveled to Qinhuai and wrote the poem "Business women don't know the hatred of subjugation, they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river", is his heart really so magnanimous?It was Empress Chen who was obsessed with extravagant music, regarded state affairs as a trifling matter and lost the country, but imposed these mistakes on those singers who were forced to perform for a living. Natural beauty and ice-snow intelligence became an unforgivable mistake.A charming and passionate woman will bring unlimited temptation to a vigorous man. Their fault is that they should not show their faces, and they should not let men in the world lift the veil of mystery. They can only hide in the damp corner like grass, letting the years Bury a beautiful face.Could it be that the emperor's country would never be lost forever?

Could it be that Du Mu wasn't moved by those peerless talented women when he walked into the Qinhuai River and went to the brothel?Don't you know that women's integrity is sometimes far better than that of men. Back then, Liu Rushi hanged himself and refused to contaminate the land of the Qing Dynasty until his death, while the famous scholar Qian Qianyi shaved his forehead and returned to the Qing court.Since ancient times, confidante's life has been unlucky, because these majestic men blame weak women for their disasters, and when disaster strikes, they choose to run away and let confidante bear the sins of history.The Qinhuai River is still the same, and the sound of the waves is still the same. What else can we salvage with our oars?Powder box?Jasper hairpin?Or an old xylophone?Or which emperor lost his personal seal in the depths of time?

When Su Manshu came to this prosperous ancient capital of Jinling, he had the same thought as Liu Yong: "Endure the false name, and change it to a shallow pour." Su Manshu was scratched by swords, lights and swords in the troubled times, and only women were gentle and soft. Her tenderness can heal his wounds.Youyou can forget his identity in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, throw away his false fame, and exchange cups with beauties in the world of Yinggeyanwu, without coercion, harm, or restraint.In front of them, the mind can be completely relaxed, and the sinister world and the turbulent politics are not worth mentioning here.Here, clouds and clouds are picked for feathers, bamboos are cut for flute, and in the cool evening wind, touching ancient songs are played.

Don't ask about the depth of love, don't worry about the origin and extinction, we are all passers-by in the world of mortals, and no one belongs to anyone.The singers living in Firework Lane have long understood that life is a game, so they will not easily give their sincerity to any man.Su Manshu knows that he is a monk, although he does not abide by the rules, but he will not wanton absurdity.He cherished these women and lamented their life experience, just like Liu Yong in Song Dynasty, he regarded them as confidantes, not just for entertainment like ordinary men.Su Manshu lingers in the deep alley of fireworks, intoxicated by the sound of singing, dancing and drinking, and has long forgotten the way he came.He admitted that this time in Qinhuai was the happiest and carefree time in his life.

Although Su Manshu gathers with kabuki every day, dancing peach blossoms and dancing to the bright moon, but he has principles and never sleeps with them.He communicated with them with his heart, and felt that the love of the spirit was far better than the joy of the flesh.It was precisely because Su Manshu cherished them that these brothel women took him in when he was down and down.Sleeping and eating together, Su Manshu can still meditate without any desire, such a special monk has to be admired.He yearns for a free and undisciplined life, but he will not be too unrestrained. He believes that the world of mortals can also be a place for Bodhi, and it can also practice and save thousands of people. Su Manshu can't let go of love, no matter where she is or what she does, her heart is always bound by love.He is not the only one who can't let go of love in this world?How many people have been reincarnated for several generations in order to break off their love debts, but Su Manshu is wearing a cassock and is a talented poet monk. His love is more intriguing than ordinary people.In these ordinary days, you should want to know as much as I do, how Su Manshu interprets his bizarre life story in a simple time.The rest of yesterday's story is just memories, and tomorrow's story is a mystery that you and I can't figure out.