(Original: Pine of a Thousand Ridges).
In this dusty, messy, noisy world.
A sensitive, fragile, armored heart.
It's like a lonely boat traveling through the vast waves.
It's like a lone tree on a cliff being hit by winds from all directions.
Resentment, irritability, sadness, gloom.
I can't see the confusion and sorrow at the end of the long road.
Worry and anxiety in the face of human distortions.
A reminder of the fate of life that strikes from time to time.
Tearing souls apart again and again.
Again and again sew up the broken pieces.
Those good things that repair grief.
It calms my mind.
Except for tears and compassion.
It is a pure ** that gently taps the heartstrings.
The soft sound of drizzling rain falling on the eaves.
Beautiful scenery of the deep mountains and old forests.
The rippling sea.
Distant and mysterious heavens.
The eyes of an innocent child.
There is also the simplicity and naughtiness of giant pandas.
It doesn't matter how long and dark the night is.
It doesn't matter how thick and deep the haze is.
No matter how wild and unforgiving the storm is.
No matter how mournful the ghosts are, how weird they are.
Luckily, my heart is always drawn to good things.
Luckily, my auditory vision has always been yearning for light.
Thankfully, my soul is completely at my disposal.
Struggling, tormenting, circling, taking off.
When we arrived on the other side, all the burdens had been lifted.
The heart is as clear as ever, and the body is as light as a feather.
Fluttering and turning into a white cloud.
Written on December 21, 2023.
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