Chapter 6: Spiritual Communication
The air is brewing, fermenting, and I feel a kind of call from afar, getting closer and closer.
That ethereal music, soft and fluffy, floats in the air, like a lover's sweet whispers.
"Hehe! I really want to know the story behind those spiritual words of yours." Cao'er smiled and gazed longingly at the river.
They are all some distant stories now.
The river is immersed in its own story; the grass has entered a dreamlike time and space.
"Let's talk about those little people books! Those are my treasures! My father liked to read and would buy us some books to read. In my memory, there were many ancient historical little people books that enriched my childhood. Qin Qiong, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Cao Cao, Song Jiang, Wu Song, Lu Zhishen... These ancient figures walked into my young heart through the little people books. I often admired their martial arts skills and respected their chivalrous spirit... Hehe! But there are also many interesting stories about little people books..."
After drinking a mouthful of coffee, under the urging of Cao Cao, he continued: "Among us boys and girls, we are often tempted by girls. The colorful sugar paper of girls, or a sentence full of sweet words, a brilliant smile, an enchanting glance, will make us obediently hand over our comic books..."
Hahaha...
The grass was carefree, she was excited in the story of the river, and the childhood scene of holding a small book like a drunkard suddenly came alive in front of her eyes. She used to be that mischievous girl who cheated on boys with small books!
A small book, like a piece of new green, sown in the heart of grass and river, warm childhood life is like a warm dream unfolding, the world of grass and river suddenly comes alive.
He lit a cigarette and gazed out the window into the distance, his eyes deep and serene, the trials of time having polished him into a man of wisdom and charm.
"Go on with your story! I want to hear more..." The little grass was like a child, full of interest.
"Hehe! You like listening, then I'll continue with my One Thousand and One Nights."
The river brought its gaze back from outside the window, and the notes of memory jumped up one by one, a beautiful story wafted out.
"The year the unit disbanded, my wife didn't complain, and the kids were more understanding. But a man's dignity and responsibility to his family, I started doing sales work, leaving early and returning late. On a snowy day, after rushing around all day, I was eager to return to that warm home. I sped along, dodging a mother and daughter, and crashed hard to the ground. A wealthy woman, leading her child past me, used me as an example to educate her kid, saying if you don't get into college, you'll end up like him. At that moment, my heart ached like it was going to break. The work is tough, but my soul isn't lowly, I also yearn for spiritual nobility and richness... Later on, I kept learning new knowledge, mastering new skills, taking various exams... step by step, until today."
The river let out a long sigh, and those past times were like the fragrance of coffee in the pot, rolling out, revealing passion, accumulating confidence and spirit in this warm memory. The stories sealed at the bottom of memory were like the sound of seeds knocking on the door of the grass's heart, and the grass was drunk.
"Hehe! I've written a new article, come be my first reader!"
"It's an honor!" The grass is happy.
Another touching piece of writing created with wisdom and heart's blood, each word full of green meaning sprinkled out, the grass's heart field blooming a thriving spring.
"Always amazed by the charm of your words, it infects me, moves me." He heard the grass's heartfelt voice.
"Hehe! I'm a bit dizzy and lightheaded." The river pretended to faint, and the grass laughed.
"Give some advice!" He said sincerely.
"Hehe, let's discuss it together, okay?" The grass is also very sincere.
The grass and the river weave these lively words: a word, a sentence, a plot... quietly perceive, slowly savor, carefully chew... weigh, ponder, infer, character portrayal, interest revelation, main theme manifestation...
My thoughts flow like a river, pouring down from the nine heavens. The grass and rivers are in this elegant and transparent Great Wall of words, treading on the rhythm of songs with hidden meanings, getting drunk on the fine wine of words, sharing our feelings and encouraging each other, the fragrance of words wafts!
In this carefree stroll, in this unrestrained and free-spirited literary homeland, on this fragrant grassland that combs through spiritual thoughts and builds a fortress for the soul, they delight in the fresh breath of words, their hearts dancing with joy in the world created by words.
The scene of Bao Yu and Dai Yu reading "The West Chamber" in "Dream of the Red Chamber" suddenly appeared in my mind: The flowers fall with the flowing water, spring is gone, heaven and earth!
The sunset's colorful hues painted the distant sky red, the willow trees by the street danced in the wind, vehicles coming and going drove towards different destinations, Grass and River walked out of the coffee shop, bid each other farewell, smiled and waved goodbye.
