▌ The wind is blowing
The sea breeze is blowing
You didn't dodge
There was no sigh
You lie on a reef full of sunshine
The heart is empty
You don't care how high the sky is
You didn't listen to the murmur of the sea either
You didn't say anything
I know in your eyes
A feather is an unclimbable mountain
A drop of water is an unpredictable universe
You walk on earth
I can only look at your back
Sigh to yourself
▌ Pronouns
The black night was awake
The white sky was asleep
A man in a long black dress stands
He didn't say a word
He seemed to have done something wrong
He was like he was repenting
He was crying
The light of the incandescent lamp is too pale
We don't need a black moon
We need a golden sun
▌ Smoke clouds at a glance
When the sun rises
High above the snow-capped mountains
The golden flame has actually been burning
And the blue cold has been hovering at the foot of the mountain
Oh my brothers and sisters
Maybe we look at those strange landscapes
Not only to satisfy our vision
More meaning lies in baptizing our increasingly mediocre gaze
Maybe those magnificent landscapes have always been there
Just because we're on a fixed trajectory
So miss too many wonderful and possible
▌ Questions about the scenery
In this lifetime
I've had a lot of unknown problems
I'm not a person who likes to ask questions
I don't like to bother people
I like to ask myself
I used to wonder
Why do people have to go to see the mountains, to see the sea
Look at the sky, look at the clouds, look at the distance
Until one day
Suddenly I had the answer:
It's all because nature has magical powers
The scenery is not only pleasing to the eye
More importantly, it heals our hearts
About the Author:
Guo Jian, the character Yamahara, nicknamed Mountain Ape. Dingxi people of Gansu.
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