After the Spring Festival, the lines of the Daiqing Mountain in his hometown are outlined into a wonderful ink painting, and the spring rain is pouring down. In the night rain, I dreamed that a few pear trees in front of my house were blooming, and the trees were white and splendid, but they were too quick to thank them, and before they could be captured with the camera, they turned into green leaves and bore fruit, and even the speed at which the words were written could not keep up with the speed of their changes. While others were already feasting on the golden pears, he was still nostalgic for the beauty of the pear blossoms, and he was suddenly overwhelmed in his dreams: the four seasons of the pear tree's growth cycle were completed in an instant. He grabbed the last few pear blossoms in a hurry, sweating profusely.

The next day, the dream swirled clearly in my mind for the whole day. In fact, those pear trees had been cut down a few years ago. Compared to others, are you too obsessed with beauty?, the 30-year-old asked himself.

The pear blossoms that exist in the flow of time are especially beautiful as the seasons change and time passes. Isn't the time that I want to grasp so tightly that it exists precisely because of the flow and the passage of time, and without the flow, there is no time, so why should I want to retain the beauty that exists by the passing?

If dreams are the deepest mirror image of the subconscious, the inner mind, the splendid pear blossoms that I just want to grasp are actually brilliant and pure, something that can only exist by passing away and changing impermanently. If the pear blossoms are there all year round, people will just turn a blind eye. The pear tree itself will also lose its freshness and vitality like water that does not flow.

I want to keep the beauty, but I want time to stand still, which in itself is a natural contradiction. But everything that was taken away by time, the cloth wanted to stop it. "Maybe it's because my childhood and the environment in which I grew up was so good. One day he explained his pessimistic personality to his fiancée.

The mountain, because it is strong and unchanging, has been solidified at the top of the mountain by time. Even though the mountain will eventually collapse and destroy geographically, it will stand so strong that it will stand at least for the rest of our lives. Unless an earthquake strikes and the earth cracks, then I am afraid that people will also be destroyed. Therefore, the proposition that people should look at the fragility of the mountain does not exist.

Isn't it true that what we have climbed to the top of the mountain with great effort is the permanence of pursuing him? Only here can the floodgates of time be closed for a long time.

Off the beaten track and exceptionally pure.

As a pedestrian, I will soon go down the mountain, also from the apex of time to the downward parabola. In this way, can I ensure that I will always see beauty and purity only if I keep changing and flowing, and always going down and up the mountain? Because how many people in this world can be like a solid and pure mountain? I would rather be like a mountain than a fickle that is easily broken.

The real spring has arrived, the sun is piercing through the pale blue mist of the early morning, and all kinds of trees are showing light buds, and if you look closely, the branches are dotted with greenery.

Bu Shang is already 30 years old, how much time will he have to think about these philosophical aesthetics like the sensibilities of a teenager? The early morning and twilight here are surrounded by a quiet blue, and after a series of speculations in his mind, he asks himself: How much time is left? In the past two years, I obviously feel that I have leaned towards secular socialization. I am not afraid of change, but I am not willing to abandon the beautiful emotions mentioned above.

The 30-year-old fell in love with mountaineering.

It is better for him to see the vast endless forest under his feet to confirm the clarity of the world, the purity of the world by seeing the snow, and the stillness or grandeur of the eternal ocean with his gaze. Whenever you see the calm state of the large-format painting, the world around you is free from the spiral of time.

The moment of purity of this world is like being penetrated by the first rays of sunlight in the morning, the earth is just waking up, as if you can hear the cry of the seagulls overhead in the early morning, frozen in the sky, the floodgates of time are instantly closed, and the worldly things that exist in the rolling red dust are only in the flowing time, not in the moment of solidified purity.

In his heart, no matter how chaotic the world is, no matter how ignorant and helpless people are, pure beauty is the first priority. At that time, the cloth had a premonition that with the in-depth contact with social affairs, for the 30-year-old, purity was being lost and was about to disappear. The young and feminine fiancée could not completely offset the panic and melancholy caused by this loss of purity.

Purity was flowing from his body, like a fluid penetrating the soles of his feet, seeping into the ground. His body ended up being empty and dry. Is it just a person who can survive just by eating and sleeping?

The Crystal Palace was in tatters. Waking up in the thick darkness of the night, the cloth kept his eyes open for a long time and couldn't sleep, turned around and tried to hug his fiancée, but in vain, the fiancée closed her eyes tightly, undisturbed and asleep, close by, but the soul was probably somewhere out of reach on the cloth, experiencing some kind of experience that she could not empathize with.

The Crystal Palace was shattered, and he could no longer protect himself, so he was given a pure shelter to surround the woman he had believed in for several years. Where is the castle in the sky? a castle in the sky built only by purity and beauty, a castle in the sky where everything is controlled.

Like many young people, he sighed on the cloth: life is written with a great loss.

(But who hasn't sought eternity?)

Going home for the Spring Festival as usual gave the cloth a buffer period to plan again and start again. This time, the plan to climb a small mountain every year was decided to be completed before returning to work after the festival.

After a brief plan with his fiancée, he set off on a 10-hour bus ride.