"Collected Records - Jiang Yanbai"

This diary is called [Wild Goose Long Hate].

In the first year of Qingping, Jiazi Shuo day:

I wanted to live in a "new calendar", but I still remembered the past era, although it was unbearable.

I live with Yan'er in a ravine.

We rejected the propaganda of those new ideas, we said that we wanted to be hermits, we didn't need the strange magic weapons of the new age, we didn't want to get involved in those chores.

Nothing bad.

After all, we have cultivation in our bodies, not high, we can't harm others, and we have no value, so the staff still agreed, but registered that there were two hermits here.

B Chou Day:

This mountain is called back to the wild goose peak.

I think it fits the name of the goose.

We built a bamboo hut on the mountain.

Ding Mao Day:

We work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

I have entered the Fenjiang River, the food and the wind drink the dew, the geese fly to the clouds and cultivate, and I still need five grains to replenish my body.

The gods of the gas eaters are immortal, although I can eat gas, but I am not immortal, how can there be immortal people in the world?

Gengwu Day:

Today, a bird with colorful wings flew in the bamboo forest.

It's very beautiful, it's extraordinary.

In its eyes is an infinite desolation and resentment.

When it looks at us, it seems to show joy that it has found its kind.

Is it a delusion?

The same kind of the old era.

It settles on the sycamore in front of the bamboo house, and it is said that the phoenix does not drink without a stream spring, and does not inhabit without a sycamore.

Is it a phoenix?

Ding Chou Day:

We're used to it.

I write poems, practice qi, plant spiritual valleys, open up spiritual fields, and geese cook for me.

I have a broken hand, but Jiang's cultivation is enough to support me in completing this.

I don't want to heal this hand.

It is my shame and I will always remember my sins.

The sin of betrayal.

The colorful bird suspected of being a phoenix will stand on the sycamore every morning and evening and cry desolately, the cry is very miserable, with infinite resentment, is it hating something?

Each time, I could see it staring into the distance with its dimming eyes, an empty mountain.

It may have forgotten something.

Its cry is distinctive, sounding like a curse:

Wow--die-die......

Ding Doom:

Times have changed so fast.

Life has changed dramatically.

Those strange magic weapons.

Those miraculous inventions.

And the never-before-heard theories.

I went down the hill for a while.

I want to buy a puppet for Yan'er, which looks fluffy, and buy some pots and pans by the way.

I'm wearing a hat and shoes, and people seem very surprised by my dress.

I was also taken aback when I saw them.

Fancy costumes, colorful.

Glasses of various shapes, odd-shaped hats.

There are demons on the street, walking in harmony, the demon clan seems to be no different from people, except for some beast characteristics, have they changed their primitive and barbaric habits?

I'm standing in the middle of a tall building, and the square is full of neon signs — is it called neon?

I suddenly felt like I had arrived in another world.

I was terrified, I wanted to get out of here.

But I haven't forgotten my purpose.

One girl saw my predicament.

She's also quirky.

Riding a white deer.

Dressed in green.

He speaks quirkyly, but his heart is not bad.

She introduced me to the world -

This is a great kingdom established by fooling the saints!

Now, these are called "magic weapons of science and technology".

Everyone's life is very stable, and everything they eat and drink can be synthesized using the "Creation and Chemical Furnace", and killing is free.

I'm so grateful to her, it's not embarrassing for two eccentric people to get together.

She said goodbye and didn't say where to go.

Before parting, I told her a secret in order to thank her-

I was a friend of the saint.

She rolled her eyes and grinned—

Don't deceive people, that guy doesn't have any friends, there is also a red face, hum, a big carrot.

I'm in a bit of a trance, doesn't that person have any friends?

is clearly the supreme in the world, admired by thousands of people, is it so lonely?

I thought she knew something, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I shook my head and walked towards the "department store" she had pointed me to.

Without Edgeworth, it seems that Edgeworth wants a "Sky License" here.

I'm just walking.

Avoid those horse-drawn cart-like magic weapons.

I sang as I walked:

Mango shoes and hats have been walking for thousands of years, and the sky has been traveling for eternity.

In the second year of Qingping, Gengchen Day:

The days when the two of them depend on each other are still so comfortable, so comfortable that they almost don't want to leave the small bamboo house.

Yan'er is pregnant.

Natural creation, with the mother as the greatest.

She is still so full of joy in life.

We play chess and pour tea and poetry.

Again, the colorful birds on the sycamore will come and watch us.

The hatred in its eyes seemed to fade a little.

We call it "Fire".

Because its coat color is a bright fire-like color.

At the end of the game, it hissed, and then a drop of fiery tears fell into the forest.

The sound is unique:

Phew-

Its coat is much duller, and we can feel that its vitality is draining.

We wanted to see it.

But it wouldn't let us get close to it, and whenever we approached, it would jump away vigilantly.

This must be a spirit bird, what makes it so sad? He is unwilling to communicate with us in human form, and is willing to die in long-term hatred.

I sighed, the fire is dying, but my child is about to be born.

I casually chanted a poem:

When will the Si people return, they will meet in Huangquan.

Xinyou Day:

Since going down the mountain, some kind of connection seems to have been established.

I realized I had to go down again.

Always staying in the bamboo forest, my inspiration is a little dry, I haven't had a new poem for a long time, and my days have become boring.

I decided to go down the hill and buy something, like-

Inspiration.

It is said that through the spiritual network, you can stay at home, observe all things in the world, and know the rise and fall of the world without reading the papers.

I went out of the bamboo house, and the fire saw me, and cried weakly:

Hmmmmmmmmm

The screams seem to change a bit.

I looked at it distressedly, even a spirit bird couldn't hold up such exhaustion.

But it seems to be ready to die, perhaps a relief.

I went down.

The street market seems to be more psychedelic and psychedelic.

Those strange magic weapons are changing with each passing day.

From light to light shadow, it becomes more and more real and dynamic.

This time I didn't see the girl in green riding a deer.

But I met a girl in blue and saw her singing loudly.

I didn't want to see her, even on the crystal mirrors of those tall buildings — they said it was called a display.

There's even an out-of-body incarnation that seems to be called a spiritual projection?

She's still so beautiful.

Dragon horns, dragon tails, pretty Tingting, ice blue.

The severed right arm hurts.

Someone saw my anguished face.

He asked me:

What's the matter, brother, are you wearing this outfit to make costume films?

I endured the pain:

No, it's not, I'm not making costume films, I'm just, I met an old man.

He followed my line of sight.

Then he laughed:

Brother, you really know how to joke, although Miss Xinyu is kind and beautiful, and she sings beautifully, but she refuses to be approached by others, and it is said that she can listen to people's voices, and she knows from afar if she has bad intentions.

"Ha, ha-"

I was panting and my right arm hurt even more.

Is that so?

You've learned to say no, and it's good.

I don't have any friends either.

I suddenly understood you, no wonder you saw me as a friend, we were all the same—

Lonely.

I used to have friends.

A celebrity who listens to my poems.

A confidant entrusted to me.

I'm sorry I left you behind.

But again, I'll do the same.

I don't regret it, I can only repent:

Send plum blossoms, fish pass rulers, build into this hatred of infinite numbers.

Qingping three years, Kwai Hai day:

Everything is getting blurred.

Yan'er and I wander between the new era and the old era.

We feel like we're out of step with the times.

We can't let go of the old times.

We are outcasts.

I'm the most ridiculous prince, right?

I want to write my story down, and a diary might be a good choice.

What's the point of the past?

Let's start with the new life after the destruction.

Jiazi Shuo day:

At the beginning of the month, good days.

Nanyan told me that the fetus had moved.

The two monks gave birth to offspring, which greatly damaged the cultivation of the spirit, and it was not the pregnancy of mortals.

Unless they don't care about this offspring, they don't want to give him any aura.

Naturally, we are dedicated to cultivating.

We are no longer on track with the times.

The child can't be left behind, and he can't be left alone all the time in the lonely forest, and he has no one to accompany him.

It was snowing heavily.

The streams on Huiyan Peak were all frozen.

I stood outside the house anxiously waiting, the monk gave birth to offspring with little fear of life, unless the shemale combined.

I should have felt at ease.

But I couldn't help it.

The fire lay on the sycamore leaves, and seemed to shiver with cold.

I saw the light in its eyes fade.

It's going to die.

I saw its tears so hot.

Melt the snow.

But its heart must be cold.

It wants to live, but the wind and snow can't freeze it.

It must have struggled powerlessly with hatred and pain, and finally chose to end its life unwillingly.

I couldn't bear to watch the fire die.

So I paced to the frozen banks of the river, where the creek was babbling and now covered with ice.

My heart is heavy, and the snow is even more gloomy.

Suddenly, I saw a strange sight.

A green lotus broke through the ice and grew.

Its lotus leaves were closed and wide, as if they were hiding some treasure.

The cold winter can't freeze you to death, why did you choose to be born at this moment?

I think it's a gift from heaven.

I took it off.

Strangely, as soon as I touched it, it fluttered off the stem.

I took it back to the house.

The fire finally twitched unconsciously on the tree, its wings turned gray, and its graceful beak was stained with a dead breath.

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I walked into the house in two or three steps.

The geese moaned in pain.

I put the lotus flower next to the bed.

Odd.

The lotus blossomed.

My child was born.

On this day, the snow was falling, and the sky and the earth were white.

I named him Jiang Bai.

He didn't cry or laugh.

Then I heard a mournful birdsong, very clear.

The phoenix sings for thousands of miles, and its clarity enters the clouds.

It's different from the previous calls:

Look-look-look-

Yan'er closed her eyes and shed tears, mourning for Huo'er.

I was silent, closed my eyes and mourned in silence with the geese.

That's when I heard a noise.

I opened my eyes and looked.

Jiang Bai was holding a book in his little hand.

I originally put him at the head of the bed, and the green lotus bloomed on the side.

Now he is sitting in the green lotus.

It turns out that the lotus leaf is wrapped in a book.

I guess it was God who gave us the opportunity to these miserable people, to our children.

I took a closer look at the book.

I don't know what to make it with, it's simple and heavy, and it's very mysterious.

I tried to turn two pages, but there were no words.

Jiang Bai seemed to be able to see it, and he couldn't let it go.

The book seems to be sewn in some kind of animal skin, very tough.

The cover has three words:

Taixuan Sutra.

......

What should I end with?

Bai'er has traveled far away with his sword, this era has become too fast, can he keep up?

I inscribed a poem for him:

Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, and the road with books and swords.

I always write mournful, and there is very little atmosphere.

I've also read poems from the new era, some of which are strange and some of which don't follow the rules.

I also tried to write one, and I feel that it is not bad, so let's use it to finish:

Wait until the heroes grow up in the cradle of iron

Brave hearts are as they were ever

Visit the Almighty God

And before that, I often felt it

Rather than go alone, it is better to sleep peacefully

Why wait so long, silent, dazed