The mountains snuggled up to each other and slept peacefully in the dim moonlight. I didn't expect to see it again and again during the day, and the mountain with moonlight reappeared is just like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together and hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like umbrellas, like clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the faint night. The mountain is breathing, the tree is breathing, the air is breathing, and the night is breathing ... Now, you can see the horizon; Listen, you can hear the sound of the cape. The listener looks at people, not the ears but the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of moonlight.
Clouds, floating around, dancing with the wind, bring my blessings to the blue sky together. I am pursuing that white dream, which is light and soft. This is the cradle of charm. I watched and ran until I reached the other side of the mountain. It is still so close and so far away from me, and I am confused and disappointed. I don't know whether I should keep running or wait on the edge of watching. How can the beauty of cotton wool not be envied? How can its ever-changing figure not be fascinating? The sun shines on it, and it covers its face with its body, so its soft lines turn golden again. Turn into a horse, a fish, ups and downs, and waves. Beautiful as a girl and lively as a child. How I want to fly to it and have it. But I don't know how to treat it and have it. It is a sacred petal in my heart. If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of flying, but if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of melting.
The sun is setting in the west, and we are throwing away the dribs and drabs that we have walked all the way. The wind said it was going to rain. I said, no, that's wet spirit, the spirit of water. Warm rain, densely woven, like a scattered water curtain. The dry world becomes wet with the sound of ticking. Leaves become greener, the air becomes brighter, and people's mood begins to brighten. Walking in the rain with a small umbrella, let the rain beat the worries of the years and turn them into deep and shallow puddles on the ground. The distant green hills are surrounded by smoke and waves, which reminds people of an idyllic, picturesque and song-like paradise. There are no drifting fishing boats on the smoky river, and my thoughts are still immersed in the situation that "green bamboo hats and green clothes don't need to return to the rain" and I don't want to go out.
People who hold opinions are defeated by themselves first, and then by life; An optimist conquers himself first, then life. Pessimists have limited pain and limited future; An optimistic person has gone through many hardships and has a bright future. In the eyes of pessimists, what is possible may also become impossible; In the eyes of optimists, the impossible becomes possible. Pessimism can only produce mediocrity, while optimism can create Excellence. From extraordinary people, it is easy for us to find an optimistic spirit; From mediocre people, we can easily find gloomy shadows.