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 obligations, responsibilities, disputes or concessions, and all ties in the world are separated at both ends of the track, while I, in the carriage, have nothing to want. At that moment, all I had to do was sit quietly by the window and watch the scenery change outside.
The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, and mountains and valleys stretch through. I see every book is long and thin in those forests. 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, I can stretch my branches and leaves freely, 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, on the Yuan Ye of the mind, please let me grow into a tree with broad sunshine.
I also know that before this, I must first learn to be independent. In my deepest heart, I must learn not to seek attachment from anyone!
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That winter, you stood in the snow valley with a long green scarf. In my heavy memory, there are no pedestrians and no sounds in the valley, only snow and snow-white in the snow.
Why did you come here?
This is an eternal mystery, as ethereal as music and as quiet as a snowy mountain!
I walked past you, and I couldn't take away a snowflake on your body or a trace of sadness in your eyes. However, I didn't stop, just like the wind, just like a stream.
The wind and streams took me farther away. And I always look back again and again, thinking about the silent encounter, the quiet hill, the beautiful image standing in the snow.
You don't know my name and I don't know who you are.
How many years later, it suddenly occurred to me that it was the beginning of my dream and the source of my thoughts. Back to the old place, where are you? Snow-capped mountains remain the same, layers of forests are dyed, but there are more time and space, more vastness and more lonely steps for me. ......
I stood there quietly, integrated with the snow-capped mountains and bordered by the ice.