Life is a journey, wrapped in life, carried by time, engraved with memory.
This is a journey that belongs only to one person, whether it is the hustle and bustle of the cars and horses or the shadow alone, whether the mountains and rivers are broken or the scenery is beautiful, and the person who uses it to accomplish everything is only yourself. Therefore, loneliness is the norm for everyone, and walking is the whole process for everyone. I remember a friend sighing a long time ago, what is the use of hard work now? There are too many people who can easily surpass themselves; there are too many bumps in the road that hinder themselves in the future. No talent, no relationships, no rights, no wealth. This, it seems, has set our entire end early.
The mountain is high in the clouds, and the tip of the mountain always occupies only a fraction of the entire mountain. We can't see the scenery of heaven overlooking the world, we don't have a chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with the floating clouds that drift leisurely, and most of us, ordinary and simple, are as small as dust and can't resist the breeze and drizzle. With nothing, what do we take against the world? What is the meaning of our existence? Many people know that I like to read, but very few people know that I like to walk.
Many people saw me walking, but no one knew the purpose of my journey. Hiking in the human world, the more you walk, you will see many different scenery. I have seen workers rushing to the night shift, I have seen the sunset scattered on the river, I have seen the driver who is stalled to repair the car, I have seen the street lights lit up, I have seen the farmers in the grain fields, and I have seen the fields where the wheat waves are rolling... Every encounter has a touch; every journey, there is a beauty. I touched the four seasons of life, saw the traces of time, and encountered one unexpected beauty after another.
If someone asks me what I'm going to do, I think that's the best answer. Or, aimless, is my purpose. I remember the tall barber not far from home, and the first time I met him was when I went there to get a haircut. As soon as I pushed open the glass door, he smiled and left the couch to greet me. Soon, I saw the scissors flying on his fingers, and my hair was torn to pieces. He was probably also a man who was not willing to be lonely and quiet, and when I finished paying, he shook his hand without thanks. He went back to the couch where he had originally sat.
In the distance, the smog caged the sky, the sunset was setting in the west, and the floating light was lit up in beams between the buildings. There are as many lights as there are people, and there are as many simple ordinary people as there are. Leaving the barbershop, I quickly returned home and disappeared into the house. It was late at night, it was dark, and the lights were on. The wind was blowing, the rain was falling, and there was a house where one side was hiding. I had nothing, but thankfully, I had nothing.
The road continues, and the years go on. The wind takes away whose breath, through whose sea of people, to whose constellation. I can't solve all the problems, I only get all the beauty and fantasy along the way, with all the romantic and beautiful problems. I also remembered the flood river that ran through the east and west of Shuyang. Every time I walk on its embankment, I always wonder, how far is the road to the east, and when will I come to an end? Poplar trees stretched out on the side of the road, the river surface sparkling, and the wildflowers on the half-embankment were full of thanks and bloomed.
Time can whip people forward, and people can forget time. I didn't know when I was leaving, but when I got home it was late at night. I don't know how many autumn worms came from the whispers of the night bushes, but I only believed that this was the music of nature, which I had spied on. I've seen a lot of scenery and I've seen a lot of blooms.
I've been through a lot of mud and I've seen a lot of withering.
But I know that the road is still the same, and I can't stop.
Whether it's a peak or a deep valley ahead, I'm only responsible for the journey. Life is a journey through all the beauty.
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