Love That Extends Life

"Sister Yan Zi, you are right! In fact, at some point, I also had such thoughts and yearnings. Take my hidden illness for example, my biggest wish is to be healthy and happy every day! A big house or a lot of money is not as important as the simple little happiness in my heart. This is the truest hope!" Chu Yunhao said with emotion.

"Yeah!" Wu Yanzi agreed with a hint of sensitivity.

When the cart passed the entrance to the back of Wuyi Lane, fog appeared. Chu Yunhao looked back at Wuyi Lane, then at Wu Yanzi beside him, and suddenly something in his heart moved.

"Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. The swallows that used to fly in front of the halls of the wealthy and the wealthy now fly into the homes of ordinary people."

Chu Yunhao recited Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" word for word.

Liu Yuxi's "Black Clothes Lane" sounds a bit desolate, but this is the reality. No matter how big the house is, it will eventually be empty. In the transformation of identity, nothing is permanent.

"Brother Chu, you are good at foreign languages. I didn't expect you are also good at literature!"

"Sister Yan Zi, I'm not as good as you say. I've just been familiar with Tang and Song poems since I was a child, so I remember more. In fact, I just thought it was fun to read and recite them at that time. When I grew up, I found that those poems are the essence of our Chinese history and civilization. Sometimes, if you savor them carefully, they are really in our lives."

"Yes, Brother Chu. I remember there is a saying that literature comes from life, and it is the sublimation of life. In fact, I also like poetry. When I was a child, my grandmother told me that a woman with poetry in her belly is naturally elegant, and a woman who can write poetry is a talented woman..."

Wu Yanzi stopped talking, and it seemed that something had touched her. Chu Yunhao seemed to understand Wu Yanzi's mind and said, "Sister Yanzi, there is a saying that goes: A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. I actually appreciate this saying. Think about the many talented women in China. Take the four great talented women in the Tang Dynasty: Xue Tao, Li Zhi, Liu Caichun, Yu Xuanji, and even Shangguan Wan'er. They are all talented women who can speak eloquently, but they are all short-lived. So I think it's better to be an ordinary woman. Only in being ordinary can you pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely see the southern mountains."

Wu Yanzi nodded, as if Chu Yunhao's words had touched her heart, and she was also willing to be an ordinary woman living a plain life.

"Brother Chu, I think it's good to be an ordinary woman. At least, she won't be burdened by knowledge and can live the simple life she wants. Human desires are endless. Knowledge leads to the pursuit of perfection. If a person has less knowledge, his or her desires will also be reduced. Otherwise, he or she will be exhausted by his or her greed."

"Sister Yan Zi, this is the truth that the simpler the better!"

"Well, Brother Chu, you know Yuan Mei's "Sacrifice to My Sister", right?"

"Sacrificial Essay for My Sister?" Chu Yunhao's heart trembled, and then he said: "I have read and memorized Sacrifice for My Sister. The author Yuan Mei is the owner of Sui Garden. Sui Garden is in our South City!"

"Well, I went to Sui Garden during my free time in college. There was a Buddhist there at the time, and she talked to me a lot. I was in a very low mood at that time, but after listening to the Buddhist's words, I became optimistic. What I said at that time was Yuan Mei's "Sacrificial Essay to My Sister": The fact that I have become so well-dressed is not entirely my fault. When I was young, I followed the teacher to teach me the classics, and you sat beside me, loving to listen to the stories of the ancients about morality and righteousness. Once you grew up, you immediately followed them. Alas! If you didn't know poetry and books, you might not be so steadfast..."

When Wu Yanzi paused, Chu Yunhao continued, "I caught crickets, put on makeup and went out; in the cold winter, when the insects were dead, we went to their holes together. When I was nine years old, I rested in the study. You came with your hair in buns and a single silk robe on, reviewing a chapter of "Black Clothes". Just then, the teacher came in through the door and heard the clear voices of two boys. He smiled and called out "Ze Ze" repeatedly..."

"Brother Chu, you recited it word for word, but there is one thing missing..."

"Haha, when reciting, you should pick the key points to memorize, and the unimportant ones will be memorized less." Chu Yunhao joked.

Chu Yunhao knew that there was a sentence missing, but he didn't want to say it. Although they were exchanging articles, he always felt that something was wrong. But he knew in his heart that Wu Yanzi's "Sacrificial Essay to My Sister" was just to relieve herself. In fact, not studying might not be a bad thing. Maybe it was at that time that the depressed Wu Yanzi was enlightened by the lay Buddhist and then began to become enlightened.

"By the way, Sister Yan, it would be nice to chat on the way home tonight, otherwise there would be only this pedestrian and the cart. Well, I wonder if Sister Yan has any poems to express this scene?"

"Well...Brother Chu, since you said so, then I'll show you my ugliness." Wu Yanzi pondered for a moment, and then she saw that the fog on the road had spread and the road had become blurred. Only the willow trees on the side of the road were rustling in the breeze.

Hearing the rustling of willow branches in the breeze and the squeaking of the wheels of the cart, Wu Yanzi began to chant in accordance with the rhythm of nature:

"The river is covered with rain and the grass grows tall, the Six Dynasties seem like a dream and birds are singing in vain. The most heartless are the willows in Taicheng, which are still shrouded in smoke for ten miles."

Wu Yanzi's voice is clear and pleasant, as melodious as a nightingale, echoing in the quiet night.

Chu Yunhao listened quietly, as if he saw through the fog in front of him in the poem, and then saw the once prosperous Jinling City. But the fog was heavy, and the fog obscured the years of history, and all the glory was gone with it.

"Good! Sister Yan Zi. The poem 'Taicheng' by Wei Zhuang fully expresses the impermanence of the world and how life is like a dream." Chu Yunhao said with emotion sincerely.

Wu Yanzi smiled and said, "Brother Chu, society is developing too fast now. Many young people spend most of their time on computers and mobile phones, while we are still in a primitive state. By the way, Brother Chu also has a mobile phone."

"Haha, having a mobile phone is of no use to me. I don't use QQ or WeChat or anything like that." Chu Yunhao said in a flat tone.

"Brother Chu, actually new things have their own vitality, but they also have their own meaning of existence. Take QQ and WeChat for example. You can use them to pay and receive payments, which saves you the trouble of carrying cash." Wu Yanzi explained seriously.

"Yes, that's true. By the way, in a few days, I want to buy a mobile phone for Sister Yan Zi. We also need to keep up with the pace of society."

"Brother Chu, you don't have to buy it. I will buy it through my own efforts in the future. Really! I don't want to cause you any trouble." Wu Yanzi refused after being polite.

The two walked together, and during their conversation, the four miles seemed to have suddenly become much shorter. Before they knew it, they had already set foot on the road to the village in the city.

"Sister Yan Zi, I am very happy to have a good chat with you tonight!"

"Me too, Brother Chu. With you by my side, I no longer feel lonely and scared."

"Then I will go to the night market to pick you up every day!" Chu Yunhao promised.

"Yes!" Wu Yanzi agreed happily.