To Ms. Chen Xiaoxu - The Eternal Light of Soul 文/墨澜逸客

To Ms. Chen Xiaoxu — The Eternal Light of Soul





（文/墨澜逸客）
I stand in the crack of time, gazing up at you—
You were the bamboo in Daguanyuan that refused to bend,
Watering the sharp edge of business with DAIyu’s tears;
When the neon of “Shibang” pierced the night of the 1990s,
I heard you say: “Lin Daiyu was my past life, Chen Xiaoxu is this life.”
Your eyes held two seas—
One was the rain of Xiaoxiang Hall, drenched in “Burial of Flowers”;
The other, the fire of advertising battles, burning away the lie of “fragile beauty.”
In a suit, you were Mulan reborn in the corporate world;
In a monk’s robe, you were Miaozhen, who saw through worldly illusions.
I honor you, for living a legend in polyphony—
Not trapped in Daiyu’s shell, yet letting her soul grow in your bones;
Not confined by earthly frames, yet trading wealth for “karma is real.”
You said, “If life重启 (restarts), I’d still choose to be Lin Daiyu,”
But I know you forged her purity into your own light.
Tonight, I write on parchment of autumn chrysanthemums—
Insufficient to capture the sharpness of your ad slogan: “The world is small, but dreams are vast”;
Insufficient to inscribe the gatha by your Buddhist shrine: “All forms are illusory.”
You left, yet fused the light of two eras into a star,
Hanging above the mundane world, illuminating all souls who refuse to yield.
Ms. Chen Xiaoxu, hear me—
The wind sixty years later still sings your tale:
How a woman, with tears and fire, poetry and commerce, obsession and enlightenment,
Turned “frailty” into “eternity,” and “Daiyu” into “immortality.”收