On a dark night, he went alone to climb the mountain, up along a narrow and rugged trail. The mountain is not high, and the immortal is named. He climbed to the middle of the mountain, felt a little tired, and sat on the rocks halfway up the mountain to rest for a while.
He sat there looking into the distance, a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the soft glow made the distant sights hazy. He saw the mountain in front of him haunted by white clouds, and reverence rose in his heart.
Behind him was a large tree, leafy, and among the green leaves lurked an unknown finch, which chirped and seemed to mock my confused spirit.
In the distance, the white clouds soared and melted into the vast expanse. But in my heavy heart, there is a condensation of sad clouds and miserable fog! The moon has sunk into the ground, and the bright morning light has revealed, washing away the black fog of the peaks in front of me; like the glimmer of a firefly in the night, but the glimmer of a star will always exist in my chest.
The shimmer of this star is very dim, but it can shoot through the dark clouds and fog, showing me the way forward. Although this faint light carries the mockery of the past, it can bring warmth to my silent heart for a long time!
Wei Guofeng
2022.04.07