The wonder of time and space does not create distance due to distance.

The lake was born in a distant country surrounded by forests and mountains. It is so far away that the world cannot see it, but it is so close that it can touch the world at any time. The eyes of life are clear and clear to all people who pass by. The earth, the distance

, and the stars in the sky.

The moment I came to the deep mountains and old forests, I was illuminated by the halo of life.

In fact, the lake is not big. In the endless forest, there is just a drop of sap, like a drop of rain falling on the green carpet. This is a widely circulated legend. I don’t know when, far away from the world, lying quietly in the mountains and forests. Some

People have discovered the face of life, but have never talked with life. For countless days, life has raised the sun and hung the bright moon, weathered wind, frost, rain and snow, and put on and unveiled the veil countless times, leaving sand and mosquitoes behind.

Hundreds of birds flew past them, and various animals appeared in the lake, but no one stopped to watch or listen.

Life is still, but invisible avenues and wisdom gush out.

I walked in with a man named me. He traveled through the world like a bird, stopped by the lake, built his own wooden house on the hillside surrounded by various trees, and built a nest. From then on, he began to be infected by the lake,

Entering the heart where life shines but is not accepted.

A few years later, I left the lake, taking away the soul and breath of life. I was no longer silent. Life became the desire of the soul of the world, just like the clear water of life flowing all the way through the pine forest. Before, life nourished the life that flowed through it.

Every inch of land has even changed the mountains, winds and clouds.

It was night when I arrived, and my wooden house was dimly lit. It was the turpentine he collected that burned, without any fumes, and even exuded a faint scent of trees. The outside of the wooden house was quiet and magical. The moonlight in early spring was cold and bright.

.The hillside is surrounded by the shadows of tall trees, the grass is slightly exposed, and the dark green carpet is covered by the moonlight.

The lake not far away shone like a gem in the moonlight, and the breeze blew by, sparkling like broken silver. Soon, calm was restored. Many times, life is like a mirror, reflecting the distant mountains and mountains.

The surrounding inky reflections and the magical figures of the four seasons.

I wrote something in front of the window. The sounds of various insects seemed to come from the hillsides and from under the forest. From time to time, the calls of black turtle doves and the sounds of various animals were heard. The solo song of the nightingale was clear and sweet. The world seemed as if

Talking to himself, until the moonlight moves westward, the stars fall, the dim light on the hillside goes out, and the earth enters its original self-state.

I don’t know why I chose this almost primitive feeling. Perhaps, life is like a pair of deep eyes. I can see things deep in my soul at a glance. Maybe he likes to look at the lake, just for a glance, and becomes a confidant. Or maybe, he looks at the lake.

Under the peak forest, he saw the ever-changing eyes, and these eyes were exactly what he had been pursuing for so many years.

When the weather is good, I farm and work all day long and take a short break. He sits on the hillside, facing the changing lake water alone. On cloudy days, he likes to stand in front of the window and watch the strong wind blow through the woods and the rain sweep across the hillside.

Flying towards the lake. , , and the dancing splashes when the rain falls. In the summer morning, amidst the colorful birdsong, he watched the first ray of sunshine rising from the distant mountains, and watched the early-rising animals playing and searching for food.

During the meal, he watched people on the train greet him; on autumn nights, he rode horses with his old friends. He fished under the moonlight, waited for the moonlight to dissipate, and then returned in secret.

The lake is not a scenery, life is the bleaching of the soul, and tranquility and wisdom are hidden in tranquility. Life allows complex minds to understand the meaning of existence from minimalism.

Facing the noisy world, life is more like a silent companion, more like a wise leader. Life not only exists in the world, but also exists in the hearts of countless people. Life conveyed a magical message to me. Life infection

It touched me and inspired me. The eyes of life are bottomless deep blue, reflecting the distant world. All doubts and superficial opinions are like fallen leaves, sinking to the bottom of the water one by one in the clear eyes of life.

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I smiled, as if I understood something, stopped writing, turned off the oil lamp, and walked out the door.

I also laughed. The plants and trees of life, with a smile, turned into people's thoughts, souls and temperaments.

The words of life are colorful, and life lets tranquility float in the air, facing ups and downs and impetuosity. It tells the world what true happiness and eternity are.

In the ever-changing scene of life, I followed the short drop of water, took a sip of clear lake water, put it into my mouth, and let life flow to the bottom of my heart, filtering out the ancient quicksand.

Yes, the world is changing rapidly, but there is always the same thing.
Chapter completed!