"A young man listens to the rain in a singing pavilion, with red candles dimming the curtains."
"In my prime, I listened to the rain in a boat, the river was broad and the clouds were low, and the wild geese cried in the west wind."
"Now I listen to the rain beneath the monk's hut, my temples already grey. Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, are always merciless. I let the raindrops fall on the steps until dawn."
The old man recited poetry.
He actually didn't know why he wrote such a poem.
It seems like I've reached that age.
It was made.
"Have you ever had any regrets in this life?"
A voice sounded in the old man's heart.
The old man recalled every detail of his life.
Lost dreams.
The lower class of society.
Very poor aptitude for martial arts training.
He has never made a name for himself and has been floating in the crowd for decades.
A heroine who cannot get the love she wants.
Parents who have never lived a rich life.
I promised to spend my whole life with you, but my wife passed away early.
A lot, a lot.
It's all regrets.
"That... must be a lot, a lot."
The old man murmured.
"But, this is life, how can it be perfect?"
"I am old now. I should let myself go and let go of the ambition and greed of young Bo Lang."
“Life is only a few decades long, so we should allow ourselves to grow old in an ordinary way.”
The old man smiled when he said this.
Life is not only about success, ups and downs, and success.
All living beings in the world.
You should at least let yourself go.
"good."
The voice in my heart sounded.
The scene around the old man quickly faded away.
Heavy rain, old house, girl, zodiac tree.
All dissipated.
A leaf fell on my face.
The child opened his eyes.
"I...seemed to have had a very long dream."
The child looked at his own hands and his four or five-year-old body.
The mother rushed over from a distance.
The father who was secretly observing from the corner but couldn't bring himself to do it.
Decades of life seem like a big dream.
The dream ended.
"Child, you have already experienced ordinary life."
"Then what's next?"
"Are you willing to follow me and experience the ups and downs of life?"
Laojun came slowly riding a green ox.
"I....."
The child looked at his hands and then looked at Laojun.
Look at your parents again.
My father's face was full of surprise.
From beginning to end.
Father, they all hope that he can succeed.
Be able to become a martial arts master.
Now there is a master who is willing to take him in.
This is naturally what my father wants to see.
But he knew his qualifications.
"Dad, Mom..."
The child looked at his parents hesitantly.
"I have already told your parents that your aptitude is not suitable for martial arts training. You have a path that suits you."
"You should know that too."
Laojun spoke with a kind expression.
The first apprentice must be taught well.
"I'm leaving."
The child nodded.
"good."
"I'll give you three days to say goodbye to your parents."
After Laojun finished speaking, he rode away slowly on his green ox.
It is not necessary to cut off worldly ties.
However, the aftereffects of a brief dream.
It won't be recovered in a short time.
Say goodbye to your family and spend more time with them.
Relieve the aftereffects of a sudden dream.
Of course, there is no need to leave the mundane world behind when practicing with Laojun.
There are countless great ways in the world, and the way to transcend the world is just one of the great ways.
The path of a child is destined to travel across vast rivers and mountains and see the boundless starry sky.
See the world in all its forms.
In this way, your writing will have soul.
A true artist does not have temporary fantasies in his mind.
It is a vibrant world filled with all kinds of living beings.
The artist is like a voyeur, peeping into their lives in this world.
Write the people in the world into vivid books and draw them into vivid paintings.
There is no art of painting in this world. How did Laojun know this?
He calculated it.
The way of a teacher is to be able to tell fortunes and predict good or bad luck for his disciples.
......
"...In this life, one should always allow oneself to grow old in an ordinary way."
“It’s a pretty frustrating conclusion.”
Deng Ru sighed slightly.
All living beings in the world.
No one is born a protagonist.
Bright clothes, galloping horses, and gorgeous Chang'an flowers.
That's just people's imagination.
In fact.
Most people probably can't afford a good horse or a beautiful piece of clothing.
The flowers in Chang'an are not necessarily gorgeous.
This is what an ordinary person's life is like.
I have been observing the general trend of the world for a long time.
Take a look at the lives of ordinary people.
If it weren't for this time travel, he would probably be no better than the child in the dream.
The child in the dream at least has a gentle wife.
What about him?
It would be nice if there was a girl to talk to him before he traveled through time.
Things like time travel elevate a lot of people to heights that don't belong to them, making them lose their self-recognition.
Of course, time travel is just a metaphor, after all, time travel is a minority.
Moreover, even if you travel through time without good luck, you may not be able to reach that height.
"Your realm can be as high as the sky, but if your state of mind and your eyes are too high, something bad will happen."
"Heroes in the world are like nobles crossing the river, and how many common people are there?"
"I still think too highly of myself. I'll just have to live a little longer."
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