Wake up from your clean dream, hazy and clear, your shallow smile, gentle and endless, open your hands and wave your sleeves, care for everything on the earth, like a mountain and a high water, bid farewell to all unrealistic dreams.
I stood halfway up the mountain, quietly looking back on the past by the light of the morning, staring at Shui Mu's shirt. It was a ray of faith, and the wind was gently calling. We, Qianshan, had waded through the place. It is the tenacity engraved on the rings of life. It passes through the fingers of blooming flowers and falling flowers sharply and resolutely, ushering in a bright and hopeful bud!
Music began to draw out the mixed timbre of piano and harp from a burst of birdsong, and slowly presented a quiet and energetic picture in the morning. The crystal clear notes made people feel the fresh air, the wisps of dawn, the trickle of water, the crisp birdsong, the lingering fog and the breezy morning wind ... Several dreamy timbres were selected in the song, as if describing the morning sound of people every morning.
Thinking about some distant things, thinking about some happiness at hand. My vision, all the breathing struggling with strength, is fleeting because of the warmth in my hands.
It's like having a perfect dream, but we are completely awake, we are lost and pursuing. Those bright dreams stole a lot of our original innocence and pure white. Too cumbersome to be speechless!
I reach out my hands and touch the world in front of me. Everything is so perfect and bright that I always feel unreal, as if all the happiness in the world is empty. Life is always true, so is the living, and so is death. At a certain stage, we create or pursue beauty, and we feel pain and happiness.
With deep eyes and ethereal mind, we can quietly look at the water, feel the quiet breath, forget all worldly chores, walk through spring and summer, cross mountains and rivers and jump over the sea, we are still intoxicated, knowing that we will wake up from intoxication, but this moment belongs only to our own heart, close our eyes and listen quietly!
There are trickling water, crisp birds singing, lingering fog, and the morning breeze that blows gently. ...
There are hazy fog, wet water droplets, and clear after the rain. ...
There is also the earth that has not yet awakened, swaying tree shadows, half serene in the dust and half flying in the wind. Half in the shade and half in the sun.