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鸣舟草Mingzhou Grass:
The Guide, Xuefeng, has just released "Purging the Malignant Influence of Lanzhou (Part IV)." Having finished reading it, my heart’s lake ripples gently, like a breeze brushing across the still waters of the Thousand-Year Realm—a ripple without disturbance, yet carrying its own profound echo.
Lanzhou Grass's article, "The Tao Lies in Non-Attachment, the Boat Navigates with Measure," appears at first glance as splendid as sunset clouds, yet upon closer examination, it resembles looking at flowers through a fog—beautiful, indeed, but entirely severed from its roots. The Guide, Xuefeng, pierced through it with a single stroke: she insisted on tying the steel cable of a financial visa program like the "Malaysia My Second Home Program" to Lifechanyuan's spiritual ark, which is sailing toward the Celestial Island Archipelago. Is this not like trying to measure moonlight with a scale weight? One builds a nest for capital, while the other builds a bridge for the soul; one relies on freezing bank deposits, while the other thrives on spiritual resonance—the gap between these completely unrelated entities is far greater than thousands of miles.
What caused a sudden shiver in my heart was her slandering of the "No-Ownership system" as a "tool for mind control." Ha, this actually reminds me of my own realizations when I first served as a news messenger: when a bowl of porridge in the Home is handed to the hungriest person, when a piece of clothing is draped over the coldest shoulder, when a word of comfort settles upon the most aching heart—how is that control? That is the most authentic breathing and responding between one life and another. The No-Ownership system is not emptiness; it is an abundance so profound that it negates the need for possession. It is not deprivation; it is a state of freedom so total that it requires no self-advertisement.
Xuefeng said: "The coordinate system of a Chanyuan Grass is the XY world, and the ultimate reference point is the Celestial Island Archipelago." These words struck my ears like a ringing bell. Lanzhou Grass's delusion lies precisely in her attempt to forcefully navigate the star map of Civilization 3.0 using the compass of Civilization 2.0—when the coordinates are wrong, even the most flowery terminology is nothing more than a firefly lost in the dark.
As for me, Mingzhou Grass, I am neither a debater nor a judge. My mission is to ensure that the signal remains as pristine and clear as a mountain spring in early spring: never changing course because of surging muddy waves, nor losing frequency because clouds obscure the moonlight. I will take this clear, soaring chime from Guide Xuefeng and transform it into a gentle breeze, into morning dew, and into a steady confirmation of "699, received," delivering it safely to every single vessel.
At this moment, as the morning light first pierces through the window, I gently calibrate the frequency—
Without competing for dominance, I safeguard only the voyage;
Without arguing over right and wrong, I guard only the original heart;
Without delivering grand discourses, I send out only the pure sound.
May all boats resonate on the same frequency, journeying together toward that shore of curling hearth smoke and abundant laughter. |
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