(Original: Pine of a Thousand Ridges).
The more ephemeral the good.
The easier it is to melt into the bloodstream.
For example, walking in the desert for three days and three nights.
Finally saw a pool of spring water.
Drink enough and fill the water bag.
Reluctantly waved his hand.
Walk towards the end of the yellow sand.
I won't be here again in this life.
This life-saving grace in times of hunger and thirst.
It's hard to forget.
For example, in the southern winter sky.
Suddenly there were snowflakes.
Hurry when the wind is tight.
Melodious when the wind is gentle.
Everything dissipates in front of your eyes.
Heaven and earth are full of flying fairy tales.
Snowflakes descend from the sky high in the sky.
Come to some dirty world.
Kiss again and again with pure lips.
Leafy woods.
Yellow and tired grass.
Frozen stiff soil.
Still water of a swampy lake.
The waves of the big rivers and small rivers.
* Weaving streets.
Painting the carved walls of the palace.
A village with earthen walls and green tiles.
The inferiority complex of the trash can.
The loneliness and melancholy of the ruins.
All hugged by snowflakes in their chests.
Cold mercy is all-encompassing.
soothes the prosperity and desolation of this world.
We look at the dust of the world.
Suddenly a clear light rose.
For example, in the materialistic city.
Suddenly, I found a clear look.
Pure as a shallow spring in the mountains.
It is as deep as the blue of the sea.
This look is as cool as autumn water.
Crossing the crowd and bustling.
Through the mixed sound of indifference, impetuousness, vanity, and vanity.
As proud as the clouds in the sky.
The look was smiling and meaningful.
Like a drop of dew falling on the tip of a dry grass.
Like a birdsong that awakened the wilderness of the night.
Like a ray of morning light shining into the heart of the dark clouds.
Like a line of hot tears melting the accumulated frost.
You go straight ahead.
Look back and look back. His eyes were like a wave.
has disappeared in the sea of people.
For example, in a childhood where there was no snack.
Porridge shows a thin figure.
Suddenly, one day.
The sun came out in the west.
The mother came home and pulled out two biscuits.
Said it was her good friend's family.
A staff member of an embassy abroad.
Fly thousands of miles to bring back home.
The taste of the biscuit.
It has affected my taste buds for a lifetime.
I have tasted the ups and downs of the world.
I don't like to snack anymore.
The feeling of a delicious meal a thousand times.
It's gone, and it's drowning in the ocean.
Only the taste of those two biscuits.
It's the sky full of childhood haze.
The brightest and most beautiful starlight that flashed by.
Unforgettable, unforgettable.
Written on December 16, 2023.
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