Mountains and Rivers

The peach red willows and green mountains are eclipsed by the mist, and the hoofs of horses sweep away the wind and dust like rain. Who says a piece of paper will determine the world, who holds a halberd and stares at the beacon fire on the mountain, who breaks the chain of plots with a smile, who clears his eyes in blood and tears, and slowly erases the compassion in front of the Buddha. Someone once told her that if you want to survive, you have to find a turning point in this chaos. You can tolerate it, you can plot it, you can hurt it, and you can also ask others to tolerate it, be plotted, and hurt. If you want to fly into a flame and fill someone's ambition with yourself, you must be prepared to be shattered into pieces. She was alone in front of the lights in the sky, her clothes were thin, but she smiled and responded. During the chase, she had gone around and seen many people, and she had gone around and missed many people. Only that person, that person in a wide robe hunting, looking back with a faint smile in his eyes, beautiful mountains and rivers, what did you give up.