Recently, I always feel lonely and my temperament has become unusually lazy. After work, I will always gaze at the distant mountains and let the silence dispel the loneliness and uneasiness in my heart. A friend asked me: What's wrong with you, how do you look at the mountain? I replied: Read the mountain. Reading mountains? Mountains can also be read? My friend looked at me doubtfully and came in confusion.
High mountains outside the window
Yes, can read. Reading a mountain is like reading a book full of poetry and philosophy; reading a mountain is like reading a unique ink landscape painting; reading a mountain is like reading an old man who has experienced vicissitudes...
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Whenever the sunset sets, a touch of sunset in the thin curtain is pasted on the heavens and the earth, above the earth, under the sky, like a volume of idyllic paintings. Orange-red background, rough lines, bold style. Bold hand. Then when the lights went down and the street lights came on, it occurred to me that I should write something.
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A night of silence. The mountains in the morning light, like galloping horses, in the stillness contain movement, curved mountains, squirming from afar, suddenly stopping at the place where the sun rises, like a strong rhythm of solidification, and then reaching into the distance, this is a totem of a group of forces, the peaks continue...
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The sky is clear, and the whole of the mountain is divided into clear parts, presenting the history left by the geology. The vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, the changes of the wind and the sun, how much stubbornness and sinking loneliness. Mountains are the most lonely. However, the loneliness of the mountain is the deepest and most connotative loneliness.
Mountains covered in snow
Some people say: If you can endure loneliness, your heart will return to it; if you feel sorrow, you will have something to offer. I read the mountain alone, in the dusk and in the early morning, drinking loneliness and sorrow, thinking of something, and not knowing what was lost, only the mountain could tell me.
Mountains after snow
Looking up at the window, reading the mountain, the feeling of reading the mountain is really beautiful.