Tan Renkui's Inner Pianhai Prose Collection

I always feel that I should live in the deep mountains, next to the ancient temple, with the breeze and the bright moon, accompanied by the chirping of the forest at night. But now the glory of twenty-eight years has long gone, and the green years are beyond my reach. Silently, at such a moment, only dust remains. I would think that maybe I can let it go, and maybe traveling can help me regain my original intention. Now I am just getting older, but my life is no longer growing. I want to experience a broader world and a different life, instead of living a life that most people blindly copy. Maybe this idea is hypocritical in the eyes of most people, or maybe many times everyone wants to change but can't get out of the template woven by society. I want to stay on the road forever. No matter how far the road is, it has an end, and life will eventually come to an end. But a word of encouragement to myself is "There is no limit to the heart." I can't walk lightly and decorate like a practicing monk. It doesn't matter that I am a man with hatred and love in my heart, and it doesn't matter whether I am unwilling or not. I once said that I cannot escape the secular world. In fact, what I cannot escape is a secular heart. Sometimes it's not too late for people to make amends, but sometimes they are destined to live in this mortal world for three thousand hairs. As the night progressed, my thoughts became a little confused, and I actually confused myself. The scenery in my eyes cannot be retained, the floating clouds and flowing water cover the road ahead. The fragrant grass is still lingering in the sky, the passing years are like the wind, and the past feelings become the present and the past...