Scent of flowers in the mortal world

Author: Bian Tai
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Publish Date: 2005-08-01
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DIY projects are joyful; labor is a very interesting thing; birds, animals, fish, insects, wild flowers, wild grasses, and humans all have their very interesting lives! At the age of thirty, my grandfather passed away, and I suddenly saw that my life's reflection had docked in the middle of the sky. I knew that ahead, except for the vastness of time and the void, there was nothing. If a person walks forward, they will throw themselves into it, and even their bones won't be picked up. I have already begun to miss—standing on the other side of time, looking back at my former home, and the heavenly childhood!—The author may not find it easy to explain the meaning of these trivial memories of heavy years, these vivid human relationships. When space and time pull the distance between us and them, the meaning may lie in the fact that it is a record of the lost life, in the "sense of time" contained between the past and the present: time not only means the disappearance of certain life states but also the human struggle between loss and gain.
—Editor
I forgot how it brought back the warmth of childhood and hometown, but I only knew that I was finally drawn into such a fantasy: one morning, sunlight and bird songs swept over the fields. I sat in a carriage, traveling through a fragrant world. I opened my eyes and saw a world full of flowers, with a gentle breeze brushing my face and golden fields all around.
—Reader