The mountain of life

Life is the mountain, and only by climbing it will you respond to applause. I think of the river at this moment, a zigzag eighteen-bend flowing into the river and the sea, how many scenery has been walked along the way, how many obstacles? The mountain is its friend, a close friend who passes by

The mountain does not shout, it is silent and oppressive. If the forest is the guardian and the mountain spring can be nourished, what does it say? The bird is its voice, and from time to time there is an innocent joy. I'm going to go into a cave to find out the mysteries, and in my heart, is there treasure and something strange and novel? When I came back, the bright light in front of me was the longing in my heart, the heart was not fun, there was danger in the twists and turns, and if I was careful, I would slide into a deep and invisible hole, pitch black on all sides, trying to struggle out. The smallness of man becomes a reality in that instant, and no one pays attention to you in cruelty, as dead as a mountain, and your gasp will touch the mercy of the mountain? Your cry for help is a legend that comes and goes, and the husky wants a drop of spring water to obtain the source of life. At this time, a little dripped from the stone crack, and I was satisfied.

I was found to be saved, and I am thankful to you that I have not been so lucky every time. I was with them looking for a way in a mountain stream. The mountain no longer echoes for you, but only looks at you silently. If you want me to get out of it, you have to pay the price, or youth, the passage of time, turn your black hair into white hair, and climb your flat face up to wrinkles, it will get deeper and deeper. The mountain will say, listen to me, you run to the rivers and seas like the river, to experience the hardships of life and death, to get the joy of life.

I understand that my life is like a mountain, only by constantly climbing, life will be meaningful, live with strength, have courage, to challenge the weakness of the self again and again, the decline of the self. Go ahead! The mountains are waiting for you.