I like to take the train, I like to go south or north slowly one stop at a time, and I like me during the journey.
Just because, in the middle of the journey, I don't belong to the starting point or the end point, I don't belong to anywhere or anyone. At this moment, I just need to belong to myself.
All the obligations, responsibilities, things to strive for or make concessions, and all the ties in the world are separated at the two ends of the railway track. I am in the carriage and have no desire. At that moment, the only thing I have to do, and the only thing I can do, is to sit quietly by the window and watch the exchange of scenery outside the window.
The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, and mountains and valleys stretch through. I see that in those forests, every tree grows thin and long. In order to win the sunshine, they grow by all euphemistic methods. Walking through a large paddy field, I saw a lonely tree in the middle of the ridge. Because of loneliness, it can spread its branches and leaves freely and looks like a big, thick and round umbrella.
In real life, I know I have to learn tolerance and forbearance, just like those trees in the dense forest. However, in spirit, please let me, let me grow into a sunny tree.
I also know that before this, I must first learn to be independent, and in my deepest heart, learn not to seek attachment from anyone.
I like this poem very much, so I give it to you.