as you meet

At that time, apart from Sheng Sheng, whom I had never met before, I hardly had anyone to confide in.

It's ironic to think about it. When "Ode to the Moonlight" became famous, some of the so-called "best friends" who admired me and even heard that I liked to write and exchange letters to express their sincere desire to make friends with me are all busy now. Clinging to the moon without giving up.

The people who used to say I was innovative are now the ones who punched me in the head and chest.

People who used to say they admired my talent are now the headlines of critical articles in newspapers.

One day they put me next to everyone on their highest bookshelf, and the next day they throw my poems in the trash can to sleep with vermin.

So I wrote a letter to tell Shengsheng all my unwillingness, and waited for a few more rains when I waited for the reply, thinking that I was deeply disgusted, or ignored it indifferently.

The letter I received was not long, but it was full of worry and comfort between the lines, and the last paragraph deeply inspired me who was firmly trapped by vines at that time.

He said he was not good at words, so he quoted Hegel.

"The essence of Romantic art is that the artistic object is free and concrete, while the spiritual concept is in the same noumenon—all of which are mainly about introspection, rather than revealing anything to the outside world."

Maybe everyone or the same person has a different understanding of this sentence at different times, but he rescued my heart that was imprisoned by reality at that time, and since then I have acted freely.

Later, more and more believers admired me, and my debauchery was modified into the romantic nature of a poet.

So I understood that the secular world is ridiculous, and people are fickle, but they are born out of the world, with rare artistic nature and rare artistic talent.I envy, appreciate, and even go crazy for his artistic nature, because he fits all my fantasies about the illusory beauty that exists in my heart.

I hope he will always be the olive crown of the prince, the spring spirit among the rose petals, and the love letter sent by spring.

I wanted to protect him from any of his petals falling into the dirt and being stained with mud.

I wish him always beautiful, simple and optimistic.

I really wanted to meet him like this, so I cautiously made my request in the spring of the third year of correspondence.

Unexpectedly, he firmly refused.

To be honest, I was very disappointed, but luck unexpectedly came to me.

On the day I met him, it was raining outside the lecture hall, my schedule was disrupted, and I was in a bad mood, but at the end of that day, I was still very happy, because Cupid’s precious arrow followed the life that fell. This book hits right into the deepest center of my heart.

Thinking about it this way, I am also a fickle person.Obviously yesterday he was still complaining about the god of beauty and scolding the god of spring.But after meeting him, I feel very grateful to them, because if it weren't for the rain of Chloris, if it weren't for the statue of Muses, and if it wasn't for the wind of Aeolus, I would not have met him.

Although I did not believe them, and never will, please allow me to thank them for the first time, devoutly and heartily.

The world will always be black and white and barren, covered with dark clouds, life is like a meeting, it is my everything.

"For nothing this wide universe I call, Savethou, myrose; initthouartmyall."

I am very sorry for the limited writing power. It seems that no matter how much I modify it, I can’t show the importance of life to Mr. Song, so I finally quote Shakespeare’s poem as the conclusion.

Note: The last line is from Shakespeare's "Sonnets"

For nothing this wide universe I call,

I regard this vast universe as nothingness,

Savethou, myrose; initthouartmyall.

Only you are a rose; you are my everything.

Chloris Greek god of spring

Muses Greek goddess of beauty

Aeolus Greek wind god