Some people are destined to be lonely, and I may be the one who is destined to be lonely. Previous or present lives, dreams and dreams. Every lonely lost man always has a distant or near, hazy or clear scenery in his heart, but the wind messed up the coordinates in his heart and lost his direction for a while, we can’t find the road ahead or the way back. For a lot of time, I have been thinking whether the distance between dream and wake up is as far as the distance between home and me? How can a cigarette and a cup of wine solve the Depression? Does the significance of travel and tourism lie in whether the process is bitter or sweet? Therefore, I am longing for the night, for reading a piece of scenery in my dream, even if I still forget it after waking up; I am also longing for a cup of liquor and a pack of cigarettes, waiting quietly for the sunset at dusk and the smoke from the countryside, short-lived beauty but poetry and painting become eternal; I am more eager for a trip, even if there is only a short journey, I will also appreciate the hardships along the way. A city is a place where souls cannot be retained. It only buries people’s bodies like walking corpses. Under its flashy appearance, there are too many hypocritical, dirty desires, power and money temptations hidden. People take advantage of each other and guard against each other. Thieves, cheaters, beggars, rich people. They continue the same thing along the same track every day. Prostitutes defeated ragged scavengers with vicious words and disdainful eyes in the daytime, but at night they became captives under the legs of different men. Elites from all walks of life were well dressed and dignified, after removing the disguise, I indulged myself in the fireworks alley. Walking through the streets and lanes of the city, the road was full of strange faces, young women with heavy makeup or men with oily faces. Most of the people of all kinds were in a hurry and indifferent expression. Even though they were still enjoying the excitement and pleasure of a one-night stand together last night, the encounter at this moment was walking on the same street, passing by each other and continuing to move forward along the scheduled track. Maybe there would be no intersection. City is such, there are lonely and cold hearts hidden in the noise, and strong desires looming in the prosperity. The outsiders yearn for the prosperity of the city, but once they integrate into the complexity of Tao which is full of desires, will they feel that the more prosperous they are, the more lonely their hearts are? In this world, only mountains and water can retain people’s souls, just as mountains can contain plants and water to nurture life. The mountain is the solid backbone of the Earth, and the indomitable spirit, water is the blood of the Earth. I am a person who likes mountains and waters. Mountains and waters will grow up with me and grow old with me. Finally, mountains and waters will bury my body and soul. If you place yourself at the foot of the mountain, your soul will be reshaped no matter how fragile it is, and your heart will be moistened no matter how dry it is. I am a fool with no wisdom. I can’t understand a landscape like the ancient sage, realize the true meaning of life, enjoy the landscape, find nothing but peace, and place my tired body and mind and fragile soul. Maybe it only takes one day to travel through a mountain and a Mekong River, but it takes a lifetime to truly understand a landscape. The Mountain and the water are both to the highest benevolence and goodness. The relationship with the mountain will bring Buddhism, and the relationship with the water will bring poetic feeling. How many famous mountain ancient temples have gone through numerous wars and disputes, and are still standing for thousands of years and inheriting for thousands of years. Buddha in the mountains can protect all living beings and spread all things. Mountains and waters have made many literati and poets, and literati’s pen and ink have also made many landscapes. Since ancient times, most scholars have preferred landscape. In Chinese culture, landscape poetry and painting have their own style. Or the picture scroll of the magnificent country, wantonly splash ink or fine brushwork to understate. Or gentle and quiet landscape poems, handy poems or articles with thousands of words. Every time I watch and read, I feel personally on the scene. The Benevolent is Leshan, the wise is happy with water, and the ancients are many saints, However, the sage is more fond of mountains and rivers. If it were not mountains and rivers, how could Wang Xizhi write down the first running script in the world at the beginning of the flowing water and song of Huiji Mountain to achieve the eternal masterpiece? If it were not mountains and rivers, how can Tao Yuanming plant beans leisurely in Nanshan and pick chrysanthemum and Gracilaria. Once, I thought it was the ink of literati and movers that defiled the landscape. Now, it is the selfishness of modern people that really defiled the landscape. A landscape with good scenery has been dubbed as a scenic spot. Since then, it has become a tool for making profits in the industry. If the ancients were reborn and read mountains and rivers with a mood of exchanging interests, would there be any interest only in the joy of mountains and rivers? My hometown is a perfect place for mountains and rivers, but in the eyes of people, it is just a place for poor mountains and rivers. I want to know whether the mountains and rivers that are not endowed with scenic spots by the country are all poor mountains and rivers? Is the so-called scenic spot just like a prostitute who can go there as long as he has money? In my eyes, the landscape of my hometown is a kind of rough and crazy, a kind of natural beauty, just like the uncarved jade inlaid on the Earth. Can those who have seen the scenery elaborately carved by human beings still appreciate the beauty of nature. A kind of fragrance like the body of a virgin. Is it better than the scenic spot that human beings devote all their efforts to enjoy? When I was young, I often climbed to the highest mountain behind the village, and then looked at the higher mountain in the distance. The high and low ups and downs were endless, like the galloping horses, the vast and mighty as the sea waves. At that time, I once thought of going through every mountain here. However, when I grew up, I found that people were really too small, so I began to feel cowardly, going through every mountain here finally becomes a promise to break my promise. Now, I don’t know whether the impassioned howl of our childhood will echo in the Valley of our hometown? But I firmly believe that in my heart, the call of mother echoing in the mountains and waters of my hometown is still coming all the time: a wandering man, I am waiting for the sail of your return. I always have a dream to be a lonely traveller and have a long journey to walk through those untraveled landscapes. Dedicate the most brilliant years of life to the purest and most primitive beauty of nature. Unfortunately, life is always just a pity. If you can’t be extraordinary and refined, you can only go with the flow and return your soul to the mountains. Let the body without soul die in the world.

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