Deep in the mountains, at the bottom of the valley, a small ditch winds towards both ends. The mountains on both sides are towering into the clouds, and the clouds and mist are swirling in the middle of the mountain, and the top of the mountain cannot be seen.
The stream looms in a small ditch and flows forward, forming a small pond of crystal clear. The trees on both sides of the ditch are not big or small, full of greenery, and I don't know what they are called.
On one side, there is a larger courtyard house, where people are holding meetings, and it is the office space for some people. It's hard to imagine that there should be such an office building in such a place.
When these people came out, they came to a winding road, there was no asphalt road, no concrete road, but a simple road paved with sand, which was smooth but primitive, with no drainage ditches and no curbs of the road that we are commonly used to. Looking up, there was a lot of fog, and I didn't know where it was going, and the other end was the same, I didn't know what was ahead.
I don't know why we're at the bottom of this valley, we don't know where we're going.
A phone rang and it turned out to be mine. The old leader called me and asked me how I was going to transfer to another place. I've always stressed that the current location is more suitable for me, and I don't want to go anywhere.
But I was always asking for advice and wanting me to try it in a new place. In the end, I felt that it would be a little inappropriate to refuse again, so I agreed.
After I agreed, the other party was a little hesitant, there are a few places to choose, where is more suitable. In the end, I'm still doing the same job in the same position.
Unconsciously, I came to a house halfway up the mountain, which is a deep mountain in the middle of the mountain, and I can't see the top of the mountain, and I can't see the foot of the mountain below, and I am in a place surrounded by clouds and mist. There are people living in such a steep place. Several tiled houses, a small stream flows from the side of the house. Nearby are some big stones, and the criss-crossing paths lead in all directions.
A phone call, a figure, I have never met before, and today we meet to chat together, which can be regarded as a rare friendship and fate.
She didn't say let me stay, she just put in her own effort. I don't want to stay because of the living environment here, and I stayed for her. Therefore, the trade-offs are all in one's own thoughts.
work, we thought we had traveled all over the world and seen a lot of the world. In reality, however, we are just frogs at the bottom of the well. Just like at the bottom of the valley deep in this mountain, we can't see the top of the mountain, we are confused when we look back, and we are foggy when we look forward.
We're all doing what we think is great in a particular place. We don't know why we're here, why we're leaving, and when we get to another place, it's not that big of a difference. No matter how hard we try, we are struggling within a certain range. Whether it's obedience or rejection, there are uncertainties.
In life, we think that everything is a special fate, and perhaps we have already arranged it in the dark. No matter how you choose, it's just on one side of the mountain, or on the other side of the mountain, halfway up this mountain, or halfway up another mountain.
Looking up, we can't see the peaks of the mountains, and looking down, we can't see the valley floors that go deep underground. We look up to the top of the mountain, and the people at the foot of the mountain are looking up to us. We saw the clouds at the top of the mountain, like a dream, and the people at the foot of the mountain watched us rush down the stream and waterfall.
Deep Valley Dream, no matter how hard you try, it's just a piece of the sky, no matter how you choose, you have your own regrets. Do not think of the past, do not fear the future, do not look up to others, and do not look down on others.
