On a spring night, I sat where the moon had sat, looking at a cloud, floating freely and lightly with the breeze in the transparent silk sky, and the leisurely appearance was enviable.
Yun Er seemed to whisper to me: Make a light cloud and let the sky fly. With the breeze, with the stars as a neighbor, with the sun and the moon as friends, light as a dream, as light as smoke, no red dust disturbance, no worldly entanglement and noise, you can stop anywhere.
Every day that has not danced is a disgrace to life. Three hundred and sixty-five days, every day a color, a taste, how can you know the real life?
After being in the cage for a long time, when will it return to nature? Walking in the bustling and chaotic world, the tense rhythm, the tired body and mind, the days are getting thinner and thinner, the burden is getting heavier and heavier, and all kinds of shackles are not bound hands and feet, but bind the soul.
Sometimes, suddenly, I want to travel alone, just go alone. If you can, go to the town of Paris to enjoy a beautiful garden hut, go to Provence to meet a purple lavender, go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau sky road to see the clouds rise and fall under the eyes, go to the Gobi Desert to watch the lonely smoke under the sunset, go to the end of the sky, not for the olive trees in dreams, not for wandering, just for exile. Forget the various roles and responsibilities you are in, with a complete self, to a completely unfamiliar environment, to a pure nature to dry your mood, a book, a camera, a backpack, it seems to be walking on the road of worship, no matter how tired you are.
I also took a bamboo raft to float on the Li River, in the poetic Baili Gallery, and enjoyed the Guilin landscape of "a thousand mountains and a thousand green mountains, and a clear river". Revel in the beautiful Chinese picture depicted by the landscape of the world. Everyone has a city in their hearts, Guilin, the city in my heart, flying to Guilin twice, the peaks reflect the mountains floating water, no mountains and no water, beautiful landscapes, garden-style comfortable living environment, this gentle and beautiful city, lingering for a long time, let me reluctant to leave, still haunted by dreams.
Also, walking in Jiangnan, Yuwu town long lane, taste antique, white wall Dewa, ink wet elegance, listen to the creak of the Wupeng boat, look at the pillow water and sleep of the family, seem to see the oil paper umbrella, clove like a melancholy girl, imagine that she is from the contradictory pages of the paragraph, wearing a white background blue printed dress of the thin woman, that nostalgic blue, but also has a faint sadness. Wandering in the mood that had only been read in the Tang poems and Song poems before, Jiangnan always made me look confused, like a dream.
He also climbed mountEda, the only mountain of the Five Peaks, to find the connotation of Du Fu's "will be the top of the mountain, and have a panoramic view of the mountains". Feel the cultural landscape of Mount Taishan, step by step historical treasures, rich cultural accumulation, feel the history and civilization of ancient China. I vaguely remember that on the way, I met an old woman with a cane in her hand and white as frost, watching her climb step by step to the South Heavenly Gate, I couldn't help but marvel, touch, admire, unforgettable, in my lifetime, at her age, can I have her kind of physique, or have her spirit?
I have also been in the Gobi Desert, on the shore of the crescent spring, next to the Mingsha Mountain, watching the desert sand like snow, going to the magnificence of thousands of miles, one after another undulating sand dunes, valleys, and ravines are infinite temptations, gentle my vision, such as the majestic picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of my eyes, strange and magnificent, slowly extending to the end of heaven and earth, facing the spectacle of the magnificent scenery, will make you nostalgic, think of the tragic grandeur of "drunkenly lying on the battlefield, laughing, and fighting a few people in ancient times", thinking, that far away is the camel caravan walking on the Silk Road? The pure sand is spotless, the barefoot climbing up the delicate and soft sand dunes is already drenched in sweat, the cool breeze blows, the sudden feeling of relaxation, sandboarding, two ears of the wind, the morning bell twilight drum, dull and thick, fun.
Traveling always makes you feel unexpectedly touched and rewarded.
At one time, because I had dabbled in and witnessed the desert, I thought of the Sahara and Sanmao countless times. Like Sanmao, like her character of pursuing spiritual freedom, like her courage and persistence in pursuing love without regrets, she is also a person who writes with life.
In fact, Sanmao is lucky, Jose, let the lucky Sanmao meet, in Jose's view, Sanmao to the end of the world is a matter of course, he has no hesitation to accompany her to achieve. The Sahara witnessed the most difficult and romantic love story of their wanderings in the end of the world, just to create people, after the loss of Jose, when the lone shadow walked through the thousands of rivers and mountains, I think in her heart Jose has never left, Jose's soul must also accompany her.
Changeable red dust, can meet a person, willing to join hands with you, to see the desert smoke, the sunset of the long river, the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, the flowing water of the small bridge, the view of Chicheng Xia, the view of Lushan Waterfall, it is a fortunate thing in life.
"Heaven south and north double flyer, old wings several times cold and hot", double accommodation and double flying, a deep love, since everyone yearns for the situation, and in reality is not every woman can be as lucky as Sanmao, find a confidant, the story of the journey of life is beautiful and moving, and there are several men such as Jose, for their beloved woman, holding an unchanging heart, through thousands of hardships wandering the world? In the red dust world, everyone is busy with trivial matters, struggling with livelihood, how many people can randomly vibrate and fly to the other corner of the earth? Listening to the sound of landscapes hand in hand is nothing more than the romance of imagination and the beautiful vision in the text for most people.
Therefore, I admired Sanmao, who walked through the landscape and water, and admired those who walked alone in Tibet.
"Life is not satisfactory in the world, the Ming Dynasty spread flat boats", the ancients were like this, why not today's people? The only landscape and water in this world is nature, which is the eternal place of your soul, and he can join hands with you at any time, accept you, and listen to you.
Whenever you throw yourself into nature, it is like meeting a long-lost lover, and the happy mood is indescribable. Landscape nature, the snuggling of my soul, his broad mind, can tolerate all your grievances, blue sky, birds, waterfalls, snowy mountains, grasslands, look at them when sad, all troubles will be thrown out of the clouds.
Rivers nourish the qi, the mountain spa heart, into the plain mountain water, I am the pure woman, the soul entrusted to the bright moon still water, the soul banished to the breeze and waves, to the vast world, more is the freedom of the mind, the sublimation of the realm, less is the utilitarian and tired of reality. After experiencing the baptism of nature and seeing the greatness of the world, the mind will suddenly open up, and why should it seek to find, why cling to something meaningless.
Talk about a lifelong love with shanshui nature, form a love affair with shanshui nature for a lifetime, throw yourself into his arms, share the heartbeat and intoxication of love with him, throw yourself into his arms, stay away from the hustle and bustle, wash away the lead, and let the impetuous heart return to its true nature.