Stopping, resting under the canopy of metasequoia, it is like being in a beautiful picture. On the shores of the lake where the osprey flies. In the ambition of the clouds to hide the golden crow, feel the mystery and unpredictability of nature.
Like an orphan abandoned by the world, I hold the bow and arrow of fate in my hand, aiming at those who were once Top Gun again and again. In this arena of life, I am like a lonely archer, constantly shooting at the empty target, but never able to reach it.
I am also a spectator outside the red dust, and the curtain of the underworld is like a barrier from the world, isolating how many sincere emotions are outside the stage of joy and sorrow.
It was the mountains and rivers that took me in, and took in my lonely ghost with a warm embrace. The warmth of the sun, like a mother's love, illuminates the darkness in my heart and makes me feel the wonder of life in the emptiness. The colors of the mountains and rivers, like my mother's smiling face, fill my heart.
Immersed in the vastness of time, it is like being in a painting. The distant mountains are vast, like splashing ink in ink paintings, taking in the ethereal and vast nature of heaven and earth. The surface of the lake is sparkling and shimmering, like a mirror, reflecting the changes in the sky and the grace of the clouds.
The boat shuttles lightly across the lake, cutting through the calm water, leaving beautiful ripples like blooming flowers, spreading endless tenderness and romance. The waves are undulating, the egrets are flapping their wings, and the whistling of the wind and the murmur of the leaves are intertwined, forming a harmonious symphony.
It was supposed to be the winter of parting, but Lin Mu wanted to put on gorgeous clothes and greet parting with the most gorgeous appearance. Just like those tenacious seeds, although they are buried in the cold soil, they still carry the spring light that breaks through the soil, and declare their existence to the world with the most high-spirited attitude.
In this season of parting, they are like the protagonists on the stage, although there are few audiences, they still have to do their best to interpret their roles and interpret the true meaning of life with the most beautiful appearance.
They dance with the cold wind, interpret colorful colors, and make every leaf fall a romantic poem, as if parting and encountering are worth treating. Like a beautiful symphony, swaying freely in the wind, they greet every node of life with the most beautiful posture.
Even in the cold winter, they still dance tenaciously, bringing a different kind of vitality and vitality to the earth. They are dancers of nature, interpreting the beauty and tenacity of life with the power of life.
I was probably moved by this beauty, so I stopped for a long time in the colors I met by chance, or leaves or flowers. This emotion is like a clear spring, flowing in the field of my soul, nourishing my thoughts, immersing me in this beauty, and I am fascinated.
Although life is short, like a hurried dream, I am willing to dedicate this beautiful parting unreservedly in this short time. Like a blooming flower, blooming its last beauty in the wind and rain, people can't help but sigh that although life is short, its beauty is eternal.
In this time of separation, I am willing to use all my emotions and enthusiasm to feel every subtle emotional fluctuation and experience every moment of clutch. Like a butterfly, dancing among the flowers, enjoying every beautiful moment to the fullest, feeling the beauty of life with your heart.
I know that this parting may be painful, it may be lost, it may break my heart. But I am willing to use my strength and courage to face the cruelty and impermanence of this world. Like a brave petrel, soaring through a storm and facing life's challenges without fear.
In this time of separation, I am willing to use all my love and care to warm every wounded heart and heal every painful wound. It's like a warm ray of sunshine shining on the earth in the cold winter, making everything warm and beautiful.
Although the time of life is short, I am willing to dedicate this beautiful parting in this short time. It seems to have turned into spring mud, melted into the embrace of Mother Earth, or drifted away like fallen leaves.
None of this seems to be important, it's not the result that matters, it's the freedom of the drift. Like a butterfly, dancing among the flowers, free and unrestrained. Even if one day the butterfly's wings wither, it can face fate with a smile because it once had that freedom.