On the other side, the lights are dim.

On the other side, our mulberries bend here with green threaded branches, and Swallow grass is beautiful silk. Or you can load a boat with autumn colors, spread out ten miles of lake light, watch the water surface clear and round, lift the wind load one after another, close your eyes, and you can take a small canoe and dream of falling into Furong Pu.

Mr. Changli said, "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the color of the grass is far and near." So, my friends, please remember all this. Please don't try to reach the other shore, because: beauty, distance makes you.

There is a small town called Pu Jie in Alaska, USA. Tourism is very prosperous. There is only one scenic spot in this town, which is an island in the middle of the lake. Its way of visiting is very strange: "only tourists are allowed to stand on the shore and look out, not allowed to travel on the island." Looking from a distance, the island is shrouded in a piece of Xia Zi. The wind is blowing and thousands of vines are dancing. It is so beautiful that many tourists linger. In fact, it is just a desert island full of wild plants. Americans use distance to create its beauty.

In fact, Americans are like this. Why don't we in China know this?

"The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers pass through the shadows." Zhang Xian also knows that the distance between the fallen flowers and the moonlight is the only way to show subtle beauty. "The thin shadow is horizontal, the water is shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk." So Lin Hejing also understood the hazy beauty that can only be appreciated at dusk. "White lotus crossing their hands in front of bloom, willow like frost on the other side", even that kind of implicit beauty, is only more graceful and restrained through Chan Juan.

On the other side, the lights are always dim.

But what if we try to go to the other side?

Two hedgehogs in love want to get closer and appreciate each other, but they are scarred by each other's thorns. As the distance becomes smaller, the beauty becomes smaller.

After Jesus got the word, he returned to his hometown to preach. Many people came from all directions and became his faithful followers. People regard him as the son of God. But after someone recognized him as the carpenter's son, the disciples dispersed in a hubbub. Because of losing the barrier of distance, people's awe of beauty is gone.

Now many people are studying the prototype of Mona Lisa. But I want to ask, if people know the prototype, is Mona Lisa's smile still so charming? If people knew the cause of the broken arm, would Venus still be so red? If everyone knows, is the ancient country of Loulan still so wonderful?

Beauty is the distance that makes you. On the other side, the lights are dim.