Forest Mountains and Sea

In the old days, I was content in the mountains and fields, with the breeze blowing around my house. The morning and evening in the forest were my childhood. I once had everything, but as time goes by, things change and people change, and eventually they are gone with the wind and disintegrate into clouds in the blink of an eye. Later, I traveled to distant places, taking in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the morning light on the coast. I also watched the clouds rise and fall on the top of the mountain, witnessing the morning and dusk of the world, day and night. Since then, I have been wandering around, realizing my blue sky dream on the coast of Qingdao, but saying goodbye to it again. The cherry blossoms are falling in the spring, hiding my youthful fleeting years. Finally, I hiked through alpine meadows, through the snow-covered Gobi Desert, and across thousands of rivers and mountains, accompanied by the ever-changing wind and flowing clouds. When the peaks were covered with snow, I sat quietly in the mountains and fields, among the sea of ​​leisurely blooming flowers, looking up at the long sky. The years of mountains and rivers we have traveled along the way, all the ups and downs in the past, are reconciled with the wind in this clear and peaceful wilderness. This is my forest, mountains and sea.