Look down at the flowers.
Human geometry? I just want to walk in a poetic realm.
Nothing, quietly lying in the sky, listening to the distant call. There are flowers, birds, springs, mountains and leaves.
Residual flowers cling to the fragrance of the land, birds yearn for the lofty sentiments of the Woods, clear springs moisten the soft banks, and peaks yearn for the boundless sky. And I, like the wind, walk among all things, sniff a wisp of fragrance, listen to a burst of singing and take a look at the beauty of nature. When I am intoxicated, I leave my body to my mind and let it wander.
Stopping at the top of the snow-capped mountain, I caressed the nobility of Snow Lotus. The cold and pure petals attract the footsteps of thousands of suitors. They bloom fearlessly, and snow can't make them safe. The determined flower blooms brilliantly in the snow.
Rest at the source of the mountain stream, I feel the warmth of the water. The clear and sweet spring water attracts countless creatures. It flows briskly and cheerfully, but the sand and stone can't stop it, and the lingering water floats through the years in the ravine.
My thoughts wander aimlessly just to understand this beautiful and elegant natural environment. Imagination is crazy in my mind, just like an eagle flapping its wings, just to run to the blue sky. Walking, I walk in nature, smelling the fragrance, tasting the sweetness and enjoying the fleeting time. Holding a book, I walked under the eaves and recited a few lyric words; Sometimes poetry germinates, writing notes, recording, and writing from the heart.
Look up at the clouds and wind.
Look down at the water.
Follow your heart and promise me.