随笔 - 《浮尘落尽繁华梦》

《浮尘落尽繁华梦》

——写于 2020 年下班途中观雨中桂花有感

桂花潇潇落满地，

烟雨蒙蒙拂轻尘。

遥看盛世繁华，

近却浮尘落尽。

百年古树千年朽木，

十里繁荣万里荒芜。

寓意

桂花潇潇落满地，烟雨蒙蒙拂轻尘。

江南小雨打落桂花散落满地，花香裹挟着空气中湿润的泥土气息。

遥看盛世繁华，近却浮尘落尽。

站在大局看，似乎国家繁荣昌盛百姓安居乐业，但真正回到生活中，繁荣昌盛不过是虚妄浮尘，落尽后的沧桑，人世间的疾苦，才是真正的世界。

百年古树千年朽木，十里繁荣万里荒芜。

哪怕是百年企业百年家族，终究会落魄，某个家族、某个个人的利益，终究不是恒久的人生价值，真正能留在人世间的价值，是对全人类的奉献，为世界奉献的伟人；否则哪怕是亿万富翁，也不过千年后的朽木。十里繁荣的代价，是万里荒芜的悲痛，超一线城市、富豪、高管所拥有的地位、财富、权力，是吸干了亿万万人民的血液换来的，十里繁荣的表象背后，是万里荒芜的悲惨。

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When the Floating Dust Settles: A Dream of Splendor

—Written in 2020, on the way home from work, watching the osmanthus in the rain

Osmanthus petals rustle down and cover the ground,

Misty rain drifts, brushing away the light dust.

Seen from afar, an age of splendor;

Close at hand, the floating dust has all settled.

A tree may stand a hundred years, yet becomes rotten wood across a thousand;

Ten miles of prosperity, ten thousand miles of desolation.

Interpretation

Osmanthus petals rustle down and cover the ground; misty rain drifts, brushing away the light dust.

A soft southern rain knocks the osmanthus blossoms to the ground, and their fragrance mingles with the damp scent of earth in the air.

Seen from afar, an age of splendor; close at hand, the floating dust has all settled.

Viewed from the grand scale, the nation seems prosperous and its people live in peace. Yet when one returns to real life, that prosperity is nothing but illusion—drifting dust. The desolation left behind once it settles, and the suffering of the human world, are what is truly real.

A tree may stand a hundred years, yet becomes rotten wood across a thousand; ten miles of prosperity, ten thousand miles of desolation.

Even century-old enterprises and century-old families will in the end fall into decline. The interests of a single family or a single individual are, ultimately, no lasting value in life. The value that can truly remain in this world is contribution to all of humanity—to be one of the great who gave themselves for the world. Otherwise, even a billionaire is nothing more than rotten wood a thousand years later. The price of ten miles of prosperity is the grief of ten thousand miles of desolation: the status, wealth, and power held by first-tier cities, by the rich, by executives—all of it is drawn from the lifeblood of hundreds of millions of people. Behind the surface of ten miles of prosperity lies the tragedy of ten thousand miles of desolation.