[Net King] Cherry Blossom Years

Dinner ended in a very strange atmosphere.Although Rukawa Sakura is not afraid of the momentum and indifference of these two people, she is relieved after all, and she will suffer from a nervous breakdown if this continues.

But—it seems that my brother always reacts like this every time he sees a boy who comes to her house?

Rukawa Sakura shook her head, took out a set of Rukawa Kaede's clothes from the closet, and put them in the bathroom.Then go to the study.

"Guoguang, I took a set of brother's clothes and put them in the bathroom. You can change after you take a shower."

Tezuka was sitting in the study reading a book, when he heard this he raised his head, "Thank you."

Rukawa Sakura smiled, "What are you looking at?"

In fact, there are not many books in Rukawa's family, there are only two people in the family, and Rukawa Kaede has never been the main reader, the study - to put it bluntly, is the studio of Rukawa Sakura.

It is true that Rukawa Feng never reads books and has nothing to say.However, Rukawa Sakura never thought that a person who does not know the current basketball situation can easily break into the NBA. No matter how you say it, you need to add some knowledge.She didn't know a lot about basketball theory, so she had to rely on Rukawa Feng to see it for herself, hoping that his simple brain could make it into it.Playing basketball is not only about skill, professional basketball players need to have more.

Therefore, Rukawa Sakura will buy him a basketball magazine.When it comes to basketball, Rukawa Feng always pays special attention to it. No one bought it for him before, and he himself never thought of buying it. Ever since Rukawa Sakura bought it for him, he couldn't stop.However, it is only limited to basketball magazines.The only book that Rukawa Kaede belongs to at home is the basketball magazine.

In fact, Rukawa Kaede's best is really embarrassing, except for basketball, he eats and sleeps, and he only likes to eat home food, which is the food made by Rukawa Sakura, and he will drool when he sleeps.Sleeping in class, sleeping after class, sleeping after school, sleeping by bike, it is the undisputed new generation of "sleeping gods"!

Rukawa Sakura has always cared about one thing - how many bicycles he crashed!

Whether it's a poor study or only eyes on basketball, whether it's a picky appetite or sleep deprivation, Rukawa Sakura is not worried (because this woman has already reached a certain level of control!).The members of the Rukawa family are just protecting their weaknesses. No matter what Rukawa is like, Rukawa Sakura doesn't think it's a big deal, but the frequency with which he has to change bicycles every few days really drives her crazy!

——Do you want to do this!No repairs are required!The owner of the car dealership has already developed the habit of always preparing the car and waiting for me to pick it up!

"Gibran?" Rukawa Sakura was surprised.She read it right—this is indeed "Gibran's Prose and Poetry Collection"!Most of Gibran's works have "*" and "beauty" as their themes, but is Tezuka Kunimitsu the one who reads such themes?

Tezuka pushed his glasses, "Take whatever you want."

He really took it casually, and this book was on the shelf next to him.

But, this content——

……

Follow him when * calls to you,

Although his journey is difficult and steep.

Surrender to him when his wings enclose you,

Although the blade hidden in the middle of the feather diaphragm may hurt you.

When he speaks to you, obey him,

Although his voice will shatter your dreams and souls, just as the north wind blows away the forest garden.

*Though he crowned you, he also crucified you.Though he cultivated you, he also pruned you.

Though he rises to your highest heights and caresses your trembling branches in the sun,

He also will come down to your roots and shake every joint of your roots to the ground.

Like a sheaf of millet, he gathers you together.

he thrashes you

he sifts you out of your shell

he grinds you until white

he rubs you until pliable

Then he sends you to his holy fire and makes you the wafer of God's feast.

These are the things that the * will do for you to make you know the secrets in your heart, and in this knowledge you will become a speck in the heart of "life".

If in your doubts and fears you seek only *peace and pleasure,

It's better to cover your □ and escape the sieve of *,

And into the seasonless world, where you'll laugh, but not as much as you can, and weep, but not all your tears.

*There is nothing to give but yourself, nothing to receive but yourself

* neither possess nor be possessed

because *is satisfied in*

When you are *, you don't say "God is in my heart" but say "I am in God's heart"

Don't think you can lead *'s way, because if he finds you worthy, he will lead you

*No other wishes, just fulfill yourself

But if you are * and need wishes, let the following be your wishes:

Melted yourself, singing a song to the clear night like a stream

To know the pain of excessive tenderness

let what you know about *injure yourself

and bleed willingly and joyfully

Wake up in the morning and give thanks for another day with joy

Quiet in the middle of the day, silently recite the joy of *

When the tide goes out, come home thankful

Then pray in your sleep, for the condemned are in your heart and songs of praise are on your lips.

……

- Gibran's "The Prophet".

This is the pinnacle of Gibran's entry into the world literary world. It has been translated into more than 20 languages ​​and published all over the world. "The Prophet" is considered to be his masterpiece. It discusses a series of life such as health and beauty, life and death, marriage and family, labor and happiness, law and freedom, reason and enthusiasm, good and evil and religion, etc. And social issues, full of metaphors and philosophies, very oriental.

In the history of oriental literature, Gibran's artistic style has always been unique.His works are not only serious and cold in rational thinking, but also romantic and lyrical in aria style.He is good at discovering meaningfulness in simplicity, and revealing profound philosophy in wonderful metaphors.On the other hand, Gibran's style can also be seen in his very individual language.He is a bilingual writer who can write in Arabic and English, and uses each language fluently. The language style of his works has conquered generations of Eastern and Western readers.Americans once praised Gibran as "like a storm blowing from the East to sweep the West", and his works with a strong oriental consciousness were regarded as "the best gift from the East to the West".

Because Gibran is not only an outstanding poet, but also an excellent painter. His paintings are full of romanticism and symbolism.Rukawa Sakura is fond of literature and painting, and Gibran liked her very much, so he bought it when he was interested.

Rukawa Sakura smiled and teased Tezuka: "How do you feel? '*' or something... I didn't expect Kunimitsu to like this style..." The aria-like voice sang three sighs at the last word, with twists and turns.

"Sakura..." Tezuka was helpless, he knew that he was going to be "molested" again.

It's not that Tezuka doesn't understand *, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.He has many, many things to do. In the past, there was the tennis club, the student union, learning, and tennis practice; now there is the upcoming national competition, and there are responsibilities and commitments he shoulders; in the future——and his dreams.

He doesn't have time to understand what passion is, he just needs to know what the goal is.Tezuka Kunimitsu is a very planning person, he knows exactly what he is doing and what he wants to do.He is not really low in EQ like Rukawa Kaede—although it is not high—but he knows the truth, but he just doesn’t understand it, because he has never thought about it, let alone experienced it. .

In fact, besides Tezuka's family, the only people who can make jokes about Tezuka like this are Fuji and Sakura Rukawa.Tezuka Kunimitsu's love affair? ——Sorry, this topic is too scary, it is not something that ordinary people can touch, and it is not something that ordinary people can joke about.

"Actually, I prefer Chinese poetry. For example - this." Rukawa Sakura took a book from the shelf and handed it to Tezuka.

Tezuka took it and found that it was pure Chinese - he couldn't read it.

"Xi Murong, a famous Chinese poetess, is also a painter. Her ancestral home is Inner Mongolia, and she is a descendant of the Mongolian royal family. She graduated from the Royal Academy of Arts in Brussels, Belgium, and studied oil painting. Her poetic style is gentle and indifferent. One of my favorite female poets, Her poems are beautiful and 'real'."

"When I was young, I wrote poetry because I was lonely, maybe it was a desire for beauty; when I was older, I wrote poetry because I couldn't calm the turmoil in my heart; when I was young, I wrote poetry because I was melancholy, and people became brave because of it." Rukawa Sakura looked at Tezuka, "Well said, isn't it?"

Tezuka nodded.

"But it's a pity - Hikari, you can't understand~" Rukawa Sakura smiled.

Tezuka raised his eyes and glanced at Sakura Rukawa, his eyes clearly asked back: "Can you understand?"

"Yes~" Rukawa Sakura once again used an aria-like voice, "Chinese is my strong point."——I really miss it very much.Past life... Her eyes flickered.

Tezuka didn't understand the meaning, looked at the nostalgia and nostalgia, sadness and bitterness in her eyes, and frowned.

That's not a good memory.He felt it intuitively.

"Chinese is my first mother tongue, and Japanese is my second mother tongue," she said.Whether Tezuka can understand or not.Anyway, with Tezuka's personality, he wouldn't ask questions.

"How, let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment.

For this—

I have prayed to the Buddha for 500 years,

Pray that the Buddha will let us form a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree,

grow along the way you must pass.

in the sun,

Discreetly full of flowers,

Blossoms are my longing from the previous life!

as you approach,

Please listen carefully,

That trembling leaf,

It's my passion for waiting!

And when you finally pass by in ignorance,

Falling all over the place behind you...

Oh my friend!

That's not a petal,

It is my withered heart. "

The author has something to say: I admit that I made up the word count~

Watch me.If you want to take a picture, please pat it lightly, okay?

Weakly push the lid on the pot and crawl away...