In the Dust of the World

I always remember the question: What is on the other side of the mountain? I climbed many mountains to understand that there is another mountain on the other side. Climbing the mountain itself is the answer. I was born in Wangyue Village and now live in Wanfenglin. There are 10,000 kilometers of road in between, and some people who pass by. Some people walked with me on the road for a while and then disappeared; some people said "the fourth kind of relationship is more advanced than love" under the rose flower stand, and then went abroad; some people played a song "Swan Goose" between the moonlight and the bonfire, saying that they wanted to be a prostitute in their next life; some people gently sat in during my empty days, like filling a crack. That person is Shen Yue. She never asked me about my past. She just sat across from me and flipped through an old book while I was writing a story. She occasionally raised her head and said, "Show me the first one you finished." I'm still writing. Write about that mountain, write about that road, write about those people you will never see again. I no longer ask what is on the other side of the mountain - because I discovered that the other side of the mountain is actually a mountain. But you've seen them. If you see it, you win.