Travel again and again, and put your dreams and fantasies on the road again and again.
Last night, I saw another auspicious cloud in my dream. Like that white skirt, the clouds are spinning and dancing in the light blue sky. I seem to be standing in a huge canopy, and my soul is instantly washed clear and transparent.
After waking up, I saw clouds really floating in the clear sky. The city has not seen blue sky and white clouds for a long time. Recently, I suddenly found that there were many beautiful clouds in the sky after the rain. I don't know whether the city is returning to nature or the people who want to return to nature are changing the city.
When I look up at the sky, I know my heart is eager to travel again.
When I am quiet, I often feel that I have been forgotten by time, as if I had been abandoned by the season, by the crowd and by nature. Solidified life is like a pool of stagnant water, standing in the middle of stagnant water, and I, like a melancholy flower, bloom alone.
In fact, walking is not just for scenery, all scenery is just the scene behind people's hearts. Then, with what kind of heart does everyone who chooses to travel far embark on the journey?
When I lie prone on the windowsill and look into the distance again, my heart seems to be pulled by an invisible force. Where my eyes can't reach, there is always a temptation beckoning to me. I wonder if it's a dream, hope or belief buried in my heart?
I always feel that I have lost something, and I always feel that I am looking for something. If we say that every lonely soul has a direction to return to, then do we just walk to find it?
A friend told me that a child who returns to the nature of heaven and earth can find the feeling of harmony between man and nature when he is completely integrated with the nature of heaven and earth.
On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I have seen worshippers, who measure the distance under their feet with their own bodies. That kind of pious posture, that kind of holy soul that is not disturbed by outside eyes, gave me unforgettable memories.
Every time I think of that scene, I am not only moved, but also has an unspeakable pain, as if there is a sacred aura hanging over my head in an instant. A person who has lost his faith, who can't find his way in the world of mortals, is so humble and insignificant in front of such a soul. Those who worship, their lives are not as prosperous as ours, but their spiritual world is much richer than ours.
Nature is God's child, and it is God who gives life the most pious worship. Mountains, water, open grasslands, desolate land, boundless sea and dense forests can purify this heart. Where the sky is near and the clouds are far away, people will stay away from vanity and greed.
I believe everyone has a holy soul, but this soul is corroded beyond recognition by desire in a materialistic city. If life is a lonely search process, then we keep walking and running, are we all looking for a temple for our souls?
Countless walks, countless returns, it seems that only in the process of walking can we realize the happiness of life. Strange roads, strange scenes and strange feelings always make me unable to give up the feeling on the road.
People are natural children, so we should put our hearts in the natural sky. When the dust in the city gradually erodes a clean heart, walking is the only way to escape. We have no choice but to degenerate and fly.
Some moods are like epiphyllum, which only blooms in the empty night. Only the wind can see her heart slowly falling. It is not the day that causes ripples, but the petals that fall in the day. What remains in the palm of your hand is not the feelings of the past, but the years that are getting old.
Walking in the natural wind, you can forget many stories behind you, forget many grievances, worldly entanglements, vicissitudes of life, and tears will drift away with the wind. I like this time, singing in the wind, dreaming in the wind, and interpreting future stories in the wind.
I'm leaving, on my way. ...