超愛！遂聽寫。歡迎指正:D
You would like to be my Kungfu recorder? The way Rhodes Island treats its guest truly moves me. It is no wonder my sisters love this place so much! Eh.. I… misunderstand? No problem, I have no qualms with being your subordinate either.
Doctor, your title reminds me of the Yanese scholars. Experienced and knowledgeable, they see the forest for the trees. You feel like we have met before? It is true that after awakening from my dream of chaos, I have traveled to many places… Sadly the more friends I make, the lonelier I feel, perhaps we are alike in that respect.
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As you can see, I note down only my experiences and insights, rather than specific Kungfu moves. What really matters to the martial arts is Yi, your intent. If you let yourself constrained by those gaudy forms, you'll find it hard to break out of them. Take Dusk's paintings for example, if I couldn't grasp the intent behind them and sought to discuss techniques and styles with her, she would only shut the door in my face~
I agreed to be a fight choreographer for Nian's movie. It keeps her from making too much of a racket , or getting too lonely. Dusk is timid, and Ling is too fond of drink, I'll look after them as well. We are far from a normal family, nevertheless, we are siblings, and not the collective 'we' as we are often called.
Death is a daily occurrence to warriors on campaign. But the real challenge they face is preserving their humanity and morality after facing such morbidity, rather growing jaded and desensitized. Indeed, conflicts and mortality have been the way of these lands(1/1) for eons. But only those giant, terrible creatures are cold-hearted enough to think so.
The world is a vast place and wonderful sceneries abound, yet man has limited strength and time. It is impossible to see all these sights, much less defend them. To those who practice the martial arts, all we can do is to train day and night, from the depth of winter to the height of summer. It may sound like a clumsy and brutish method, but the result is giving every last drop you have, leaving no regrets.
That sword is an unwanted possession that must not be cast away, Huai Jiangpei keeping it is an outcome that all concerned parties can accept. My duel with him, you ask? Hmm… He trained for 40 years, and landed a single heavy blow on me. But how many comings and goings of spring and autumn have I trained?? All things considered, I was the one who lost.
Who am I? For this question you need only gaze upon the water. Be it human, beast, mountains, foggy woods, or the reflection of the twin moons on the night sky, whatever (is) you see, that is your answer. As for the distant radically different future, whether we siblings will return to chaos and seek new answers, is an entirely different question.
The scholars at court seek perfect answers in everything, the Kungfu practitioners who wander in Jianghu seek revenge, status, glory, or a simple…resolution. Their obsessions run deep, yet their time run short. Often they spend their whole lifetime chasing a single ideal or undertaking. … All those people, how woeful and pitiful, how respectable and regrettable!
The spring comes and goes, leaving a lonely autumn.
Doctor, thank you kindly for taking care of my sisters, I hope you excuse me for intruding upon Rhodes Island for a little while. Ah, please call me 'Chongyue', it's a name given to me by… an old friend of mine.
The colors that once embellished the autumn grass…? long buried by war.
Often I think about those soldiers who travelled from all corners of Great Yan to? Yumen. They risked their lives in battle until death took them, or their age crept upon themselves, yet never for their own ends.
Battles we have fought, deaths we have braved. Doctor, no need to say more.
Lit, quenched, then lit again. The signal fires never ever rest.
In that case, Doctor, would you beat the drums for me as we sortie?
The sunset weaves a silken river, Heaven and Earth boast me upon departure.
Warriors from afar rest scarce, the armor they wear spurs them to march.
One should spar from time to time.
At your command.
Look at this spectacular sight, alas, it is now a battlefield.
Many intellectuals must join a battle before penning a decent verse, including that sister of mine. This, too, is an opportunity.
Unsteady posture?, wavering intent! Much to learn yet.
A thousand moves in one breath!
Strike! And sunder the tides cleft. Retract, and leave no peace bereft.
Hmm… you calmly place your pieces to plot your victory.? *chuckle* Doctor, a Weiqi player like you is a truly rare sight.
A thousand armies move at the beating of your war drum, with a handful of sand to clean the blood from one's armor. What a tremendous victory!
There is never a true victory in brandishing a sword and formulating a strategy, while looking for gains and losses is an even greater folly. So long as you leave no regrets, and all is well.
All warriors must face defeat, don't lose heart.
This is much more comfortable than a military tent. Can I even manage a good night's sleep without the sound of drilling soldiers?
Doctor, have you figured out how to counter that move from yesterday?
*Sigh* The times are changing, and man along with them, so too does the scenery change.
Doctor! I did not see you at this morning's training session.
