The emotions of a person's life are originally a dense forest that belongs to oneself. It is moist, secret, and no one can pry into it, and no one can truly empathize with it. Most people are eager to talk about their pain, vent their depression, and expose their sorrow to the world in exchange for short-term understanding and perfunctory comfort. But true loneliness is never made public, and true sorrow is never exposed. It is a private treasure that belongs to the individual, and is a silent forest reserved for the soul. It can only be kept to itself and cannot be shared.
He Danxi is the permanent night watchman of this secret forest.
Her bones and blood are steeped in the unique coldness and poetry of Nordic literature. She is restrained, alienated, and left blank, with a silence that is incompatible with the worldly fireworks. She regards the moving world built by wheels as her own shell, just like Fanny who is trapped in her own territory, living alone, silent, and coexisting with her own emotions for a long time. She has always been convinced that grief is the most important secret for adults to keep. There is no need to resort to words, win sympathy, or allow vulnerability to be exposed to the eyes of the crowd. So she walked alone all the way, with the keen vigilance of a cub around her body, cutting off all greetings and interactions, and sealing all the depression, confusion, and unsolvable difficulties in the bumpy and long road journey.
She was unwilling to compromise with a mediocre life, unwilling to follow the conventional worldly path, but she was never able to find a firm reason to support her long-term living. The soul is hanging in the air, and the emotions are floating in the wilderness. It is neither willing to surrender to the desolation of life, nor has it yet reached true relaxation and transparency. It can only complete the slow self-salvation through an endless journey westward.
Starting from the humid south where mist, rain and water vapor linger, she headed west along the long national highway to the hinterland of the vast, dry, windy and mountainous plateau.
Human relationships in this world are all illusory, and only the natural time sequence and the scenery of the mountains and wild scenery are her only remaining gentle connections with the real world. She covets the rolling hills covered with lazily mist in the early morning, indulges in the rough sound of wheels rolling over gravel, and watches the changing of cloud shadows, the changing of mountains and fields, and the alternation of day and night. These natural images that are simple, magnanimous, silently tolerant of all emotions, take over her unknown sadness bit by bit, and soothe her helpless soul.
The long journey westward into the wilderness is about escape, parking, introspection, and a long period of self-confrontation and rebirth.
As she traveled through mountains and seas, she gradually understood that living is never about finding perfect answers, but about learning to accept all imperfections, sadness and desolation.
As a person, you must love the torrential waves and the clear sky, love the humidity and vastness, and love all the difficulties and magnanimity.
She guarded her sad forest all the way, and drove all the way to the wilderness without sorrow or regret. On the long road with no one to accompany you, you slowly reconcile, slowly take root, and slowly find your own, gentle and firm meaning of existence.
Purpose: Taking the loneliness and self-preservation of "Fanny's Forest of Sadness" as the core, write a highway-style self-cultivation for contemporary people; interpreting sadness does not need to be shown to others, loneliness does not need to be resolved, and confrontation is also growth; people still choose not to compromise or surrender in the desolation and confusion, accept the complete self in the mountains and seas, and finally understand the true meaning of life: accommodate all things with gentleness, fight against desolation with love, and coexist well with all the differences in the world.
