Chapter 30 Thirty, Romance

A person who understands human feelings and world affairs too early is sad. It is like dancing a sword alone on a cliff. When no one responds, he has no choice but to choose to smash his bones and jump, which means rebirth. There is a kind of flower that has to leave the branches to emit a strange fragrance; there is a kind of tree that has to grow old to reflect its value; some people have to die before they can be remembered forever in people's hearts.The ruthlessness of the years is obvious to all, but it only follows the laws of nature, and all things have a certain prosperity and decline, and there is no need to force it.The same is true of fate, fate comes and goes, it is a chess game that we can't reverse after exhausting our lives.

People in the rivers and lakes often say a word: "What joy is there in life, what is there to fear in death." Regarding the separation of life and death, we are so powerless, and the mysteries that we have worked so hard to understand are so worthless when death comes. Mention.In the unchangeable ending, we have no choice but to entrust all our hopes to the afterlife, preferring to believe that there really is an afterlife, and that there really is a karmic reincarnation.Then, there is still a chance to settle the unresolved worries in this life, the unpaid debts in this life can be repaid in the next life, and those who cannot let go in this life will continue their relationship in the next life.

Su Manshu is really dead, thirty-five years old, what a young life, he traveled alone in the world of mortals and left in a hurry.What people can't forget is the words left before his death: "All sentient beings are free." What a stubborn person, even if he dies, he must tell the world that he is free and easy like a lonely monk.He said that he is Tsing Yi in the play, using his life and soul to interpret the beauty of death in the bright flowers.This wandering blue cloud, the scattered lone goose, has finally found its home, can stop drifting, and can lie quietly on the uninhabited hillside, although it can no longer breathe.

This late spring, Su Manshu and all the flowers were falling together, wilting into dust and mud.Such a poetic death may not have too many regrets for Su Manshu, although no one believes that he can really let go of everything in the world and accept death calmly.Such an arrogant monk, a man of lofty ideals, and a love in the world, dare not bargain with life.He kept his promise, respected the tragic ending, and had no regrets.Su Manshu died of illness. There are different opinions about his death. Some people think that his illness is his own fault, but most of them are sighs and pity.When we watch a person of vigorous age die suddenly, no one can hide the compassion deep in our hearts.

He is a monk. Although his life is wild, he has a clear conscience.He has indeed failed the Buddha, and also failed the confidante, but all of this was destined in his previous life, and he was beaten by the whip of fate for thirty-five years.Thirty-five years of wandering, thirty-five years of loneliness, thirty-five years of emptiness, if there is a debt, it should be paid off.In the vast world, how many people come and go on the criss-crossing rice paddies, and finally lost themselves.How many people stare coldly at the passing years with their eyes open, which has nothing to do with themselves.Before we came into the world, we were all the strangers.After coming to this world, even though we have never met each other, we have been closely dependent on each other under the same sky.

It was thought that Su Manshu had an indissoluble bond with cherry blossoms all his life, was born in the island country where cherry blossoms grow, and would return there after death.Little did they know that his coffin had been parked in Shanghai for six years, and that it would be buried in Gushan, West Lake, Hangzhou.Perhaps this is another love relationship arranged by God for him. Su Manshu has been to Hangzhou West Lake many times in his lifetime, and has paid homage to Su Xiaoxiao's cemetery several times. Beautiful encounter.Before he was alive, he liked to hang out in Fireworks and Willow Alley, and regarded brothel geisha as his confidants, so he had such a deep relationship with Su Xiaoxiao, a famous Jiangnan prostitute.

Su Manshu was buried in the south of Xiling Bridge at the northern foot of Gushan Mountain in West Lake, Hangzhou, and Su Xiaoxiao's tomb was in the north of Xiling Bridge. The two solitary tombs face each other from a distance, and they will never be close to each other, and will never be separated.The two of them have the same surname Su, and they have loved the landscape of the West Lake all their lives. They also have extraordinary talents and an independent pride.Such perfection makes one wonder whether it is really a coincidence.Su Man is deeply attached to her life, and even death cannot get rid of the poetic romance.Fate seems to have deliberately arranged this way, only in this way can he live up to Su Manshu's legendary life.There are thousands of scenery in the world, and there are thousands of beauties in the world, and only the scenery of the West Lake, only Su Xiaoxiao is worthy of such a peerless person.

Because of this perfect ending, the regrets smoldering in the hearts of the world were erased.If he were to be buried in the barren mountains with unknown plants and trees, it would be desolate.After all, Su Manshu has participated in profound Zen in his life, written passionate poems, painted vivid pictures, and devoted all his enthusiasm and best years to the revolution.This person who combines poetry, painting, love, Zen, and revolution has been floating in troubled times, living in no fixed place for a lifetime.Maybe death is the best destination. As long as he lives, this lone goose in the world of mortals can never give up his wandering mission, and can only go back and forth in the boundless world until it sheds its last feather.

In the eyes of all living beings, Su Manshu is half monk and half layman.Some people say that he is a monk, wearing a cassock, walking around the world with a bamboo stick and straw sandals, and the lotus platform is his last home.Some people say that he is a lover, dressed in a suit, laughing gracefully in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, the beauty is the home of his heart.Some people also say that he is a man of lofty ideals, and under the turbulent torrent of the times, he has shocked the world.Others say that he is an actor, and on the colorful stage of life, he performs one play after another.He once chanted "A lone monk in the clouds and flowing water" and "I hate to meet when I'm not shaved".When he is tactful, he is like a song poem, when he is free and unrestrained, he is like a prose, and when he is deep, he is like a novel.He has been walking all his life, and anyone who wants to befriend him must give up his stability and travel far away with his bags on his back.

After Su Manshu left, countless people in this world cried bitterly for him and were deeply saddened for him.What is even more astonishing is that Su Shaoqiong, a teenage niece of Su Manshu, wrote a moving poem for him after his death, and shortly after writing this poem, she herself committed suicide by taking poison.Su Shaoqiong used this poem as her final confession of leaving the world.Her death added another shocking and tragic stroke to Su Manshu's life.