Chapter 32 life is like a dream (4)

"You know, what should come will come eventually." It sounds like a folk proverb.Although this is also the same as what General Kutuzov said to Prince Andrew in . "People blame me, it's war, it's peace... But it will come with time, as long as you know how to wait, what should come will come after all..." I have long cherished this passage.Every time I read this, I am very happy, this is the setback in the poem, vacillating between war and peace, this ebb and flow comes to mind, just like the waves drifting on the beach bring seafood from the sea .Is it the translator's own cleverness that glorifies the discreet Russian style work? "People blame me for war and peace," in this fluent sentence without any commas to cut off my ocean gibberish into an unfoundedly absurd chapter, or, if this is brilliant The meaning of the sentence still makes me weep with joy today?

Shabro nodded slowly, then turned his head and left. I was morose for the rest of this morning.I don't have any sympathy for Arden's death, but I feel depressed and depressed like a soul dragged into the eighteenth hell, and I can't even read the book.The camellias on the moss of the temple once opened up a space of happiness for me in the cruelty of the world, but at this moment, this space is mercilessly closed again, and all the depraved, ugly and despicable things are eroding my bitter heart. At this time, ancient Japan appeared.From one of the apartments came a fresh and pleasant melody.Someone is playing a classical piano piece.Ah, the sudden melody that tore away the veil of melancholy... In an instant of eternity, everything changed, everything sublimated.A piece of music that came from nowhere, bringing a touch of perfection to a life whose success or failure is unpredictable -- I slowly lowered my head, thinking of the camellias on the moss in the temple, thinking of a cup of fragrant tea, and the wind outside is blowing the leaves at this moment , the life that is gone with the wind is condensed into a jewel with no tomorrow and no plan, the fate of mankind, freed from the ordinary day after day, and decorated with a halo, transcending time, warming my peaceful heart.