When I walked out of the gate, I was hit by a breeze, which smelled of dew and gardenia. Good morning, how refreshing!
No bus, no friends, no gifts. I took a quiet path in a good mood and went to visit my friends alone.
That old bridge was the first old friend I visited. Old bridge, how many years have you stood on this stream? How many people have you crossed? You send rolling water far away. You bend down and stare at the figures, fish shadows and moon shadows in the water. The years are long, the waves are shining and the bubbles are gone, but you are the same.
Walking into this forest, every tree is my confidant, and the dew exchanges eyes with me. I leaned against a tree and looked at the surrounding trees quietly with the eyes of the tree. Every tree is looking at me. I close my eyes and imagine myself as a tree with roots on my feet, deeply rooted in soil and rocks. My hair grows into a crown, my hands become branches, and my blood becomes sap, which rotates and flows in the rings.