When it is not appropriate to speak, we may as well listen, listen to some throbbing and sinking that may never exist. For example, flowers bloom, such as thoughts, such as broken intestines, such as love. Listening, suitable for happening when everything is quiet. The night Wen Xinlan quietly danced, I was standing on the neighboring shore in reverie.
Through a haggard time, my tears blurred its whispers, but clearly the source of all things flowed in waves. The beauty of life seems to be like a fountain. So, will all the silence be a sound that flows from heaven like a moon?
Perhaps, modern people have become material and numb to consider and enjoy? For me, a shudder radiated to every cell. And all I could do was look up. Looking up and lowering my eyebrows are the two gestures of life that I most admire, and they are exclusive to women. Because of awe, look up.
Because of awe, I thought that there must be heaven above the heavens. Thinking that life, nature, love, can override it. Then, from the bottom of your heart, a pure joy arises, rising at the corner of your mouth, beautiful into the flower you love the most. If Qingqing is fixed, why should you struggle?
When life has absorbed too many complexities, it must empty all thoughts and emotions. Also a real, natural, ethereal self, bravely faced and tasted in the firmament. Don't have a drunken dream, why not? Beneath that vast expanse, a naked soul, simple, quiet and self-sufficient.
Calmly, walking in the moment of willow movement, bamboo dance, and moon chanting, I find a moment of nature and recuperation of the soul. Love, uninvited in that moment. It's just that the footsteps are light, very light. It was as light as if it had never come before. Don't go near, and don't go far. Okay?
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