Silence in the darkness of the night, waiting for the dawn to come

Today on the mountain, watching the rain.

The light rain is like crisp, the chaos is beginning to bloom, everything is like the universe flood, and suddenly the heavens and the earth split apart, and a deep canyon appears under the feet.

In spring, when the apricot blossoms are slightly rainy, there are small kingfishers standing in the corner of the eaves of the old wall.

In the middle of the mountain, the hazy sleeping eyes were quietly awakened, and she gently removed a layer of mist from the top of her brow. Distant trees are lined up. It reminds me of a poem in the Book of Poetry: "Logging Tintin, birdsong." From the valley, moved to the trees. Hiss hiss, his friendly voice. ”

I think what people seek in their lives is to wander in a person's city, looking for fate and love.

At this moment, what is the destination.

I slowly walked to the room, took out the white sandalwood I bought yesterday, lit a pillar, and when I smelled the refreshing fragrance, my mood gradually calmed down.

I have an obsession. centering. impermanence. introspection. migration. harvest.

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