A mustard seed gathers Xumi, a reed crosses the water——
Wearing plain clothes and walking against the north wind, we can see the broad waves of whales while walking on the frost
I was once trapped in the hustle and bustle of the world, and my wings were bound by worldly rules.
Until I find a place in the mountains and fields, listen to the wind flowing through the forest, and smell the fragrance of flowers.
Then I followed Heidi's example, on the undisturbed slope,
Use pen and ink as wings, use soul as paper,
Outlining the declining mountain ridges and passing through the decaying forests,
Carving frozen spring dreams, salvaging Kun from the galaxy
After all the thousands of years of obsession between the fire phoenix and the black phoenix,
He also writes about his uncompromising tenderness and stubbornness.
The wind is my confidant, the clouds are my pen and ink,
Every word and every sentence is freedom and a place to return.
Streams, mountains, forests...
A boat carries the moon, a phoenix dwells in the heart, and it dwells everywhere under the sky.
From now on, the mountains and rivers will only be with the soul and will never be deserted.
When the stream of moonlight flows out of the tip of my pen, the world says it is the dune where the ostrich buries its head in the fairy tale. They can't see -
In every drop of pure dew, there are three thousand unscreaming late nights frozen.
We must recognize each other in the background of life and meet again in the shadow of the green mountains and the moon.
Using mountains and seas as evidence, write about a two-way journey that spans thousands of years.
The wind blows over the green mountains, the moon shines on the lonely boat, I am waiting for you between the lines.
Purpose: Pursue the inner soul and achieve nirvana and rebirth
