(Original: Pine of a Thousand Ridges).
I often think of a saying.
Long song should cry. Often recite a poem silently.
The world kisses me with pain and wants me to repay it with a song. ”
The steel needles shot out by the north wind reduce the density.
The chirping of birds wakes up the dreams of the cold night.
A broken dead leaf fell through the crack of the window.
Think of the youth when it stands on the branches of the verdant dripping.
The morning light, which had been imprisoned by dark clouds for many days, was about to burst out.
It is to be filled with fiery compassion.
Melt the shadows of the dark clouds.
The undercurrents of the frozen rivers are surging.
Blades of grass wilted by frost and snow are recovering.
The buried seed is cultivating the Ground-Breaking Skill.
Just wait for a spring breeze to come.
Rivers, plants, seeds.
will break through the blockade of ice and snow.
With passion, love, splendor, vigorous.
Warm the cold and loneliness of the world.
It turns out that "repay grievances with virtue".
It's not a human invention.
The natural world is endless.
The cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter repeats.
It is all the result of repaying grievances with virtue.
Oh, cry every time you sing a long song.
Tears flowed in the night.
The god of nature from the dark shadows of the trees.
Jump out and guide me:
Life kisses me with pain.
I'm going to repay it with a song.
Written on January 30, 2024.
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