Speech: Mortal Fireworks By Kaiser3344
——Thousands of years have passed, and the iron-blooded people have not returned. Faintly and for a while, the blue book recalls the history.
After being separated from the mortal world, can I fly into the sky and become an immortal? Escaping the worldly distractions, you can really get the situation you long for, being alone and free and at ease. Perhaps, the original paradise is just a place where people's inner emptiness rests. Even though they know it is an illusory imagination, they still pursue those scattered fragments until death. What is ultimately discarded is not the mundane fireworks, but the harm that we are unwilling to face.
In troubled times, there were disputes and heroes everywhere. For a time, the world was divided. Beauty is in chaos, heroes cry, one mistake leads to eternal resentment, how can this hatred ever end? The long yellow dust has buried many idiots, holding golden jade cubes in their hands, just for that piece of cold stone and that cry of long live. What can I do if I win? If you lose, what can you do? What ambitions and ambitions, what spring and autumn, are just a remnant of ink under the light, gradually becoming known to people as time goes by, and the final result is just a sigh after dinner, a story without emotions.
Is it true that only when we are on the verge of death can we truly understand our true thoughts? Perhaps, a wisp of sophora fragrant infatuation is enough to make people forget it for life. Fighting for it, being snatched back, attacking again, retreating again, going back and forth, just to name that piece of dust, either Li or Zhao. for what? What can you get? It's just an excuse for one's cowardice, perfect, displayed in front of everyone, hiding it from others and deceiving oneself. Who is willing to ignore the call of the golden horse, who is willing not to think about the glory of the golden sands, and who can ignore the prayers of the loved ones of the family. How about filial piety? How about justice? How about loyalty? In the end, it is just a life that people evaluate for you, an evaluation given by someone who does not know you, has never met you, and does not understand you. There are tens of millions of people in the world, and they all speak different words, either good or bad.
Who can look at the clouds indifferently, paint a thousand birds, smell a thousand fragrances, and not be treated by the world. People say, "I am in mud but not stained, soaked in black ink but not turbid. I smile across the sea in the clouds, hear the autumn rain, and spring rice seedlings. I pour two light wines alone, singing about the life of all things, and sighing at the colors of the four seasons. Then, I wrote this poem with a splash of ink to comfort my heart, it is not a waste of time for me to come to this life. However, the stars and dust are like fire, and the chirping of insects is like music, so how can there be silence for the rest of my life? ”
Laughing at the sea, sighing at the vicissitudes of life, not being beautiful with the heroes of the troubled times, returning to the guests in hiding, enjoying cups of tea, silk bamboos and wild chrysanthemums, and the singing of orioles in the rocking chair. Look, the green luan sprouts, pick the autumn clouds, is this a talented person from the Qing Dynasty? Smile, how could a talented person from the Qing Dynasty avoid the world like this? If you stay away from the world, as if you are not in this life, with no shadow, no trace, no thought, no attachment, no hatred, no resentment, no intention, just like being transparent, then life is for yourself, and death is also for yourself. Since you have sought, you will leave nothing behind, leave nothing behind, and return to the dust. Why did you come to this world once? Since you have seen through the world, you will not care about where you are; since you have seen through the world of mortals, why bother complaining that you are indifferent to the world; since you have seen beyond the horizon, why bother hiding from worldly disputes.
What is vulgarity? What is refined is just two words given to people by humans. Fighting for heroes and fighting against heroes are all done in a moment of painting. A hero is someone who fights for immortality and sheds a lot of blood, or a talented person who looks forward to being an elegant and wise scholar in Lingyin. Names are given by people, and they can be given or discarded. Two words, two mouths, two sentences, two people. And we only have one life, are we here to fight for a reputation in future generations and cause troubles and be proud of all things?
The next moment, who will lament that beauty is a mess, a heroic thing. Everything exists only because of existence, is sad because of sadness, smiles because of smiles, and sighs because of sighs.
A hero is a hero, dominating the world and being proud of everyone. A hermit is a hermit who retreats into the bush and says nothing about the world. However, this hero must be called a hero, and this hermit must be called a hermit. I'm just afraid that heroes get the name of heroes, and hermits get the name of hermits. After getting the name, they throw away their thoughts and spend their lives in vain. If you fight, don't be afraid. If you avoid, there's no need to avoid it.
Liu Ziji happily returned to Taoyuan without being lost. Xiang Shaoyu lamented sadly that the ants spilled their blood in the rivers. Is it true that heroes in the world are pretending to be in conflict? Are the hermits in the world just for fame? Of course, no. How can a paragraph of text describe a life? A few words of emotion cannot describe the past five thousand years.
It can only be explained by the eternal scrolls. Heroes and hermits are just words on books and paintings on paper, they are just fireworks in the world, no different from others.
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