There are hundreds of 'flowers', there is a moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter, if there is nothing to worry about, it is the T Festival.

This Zen poem really makes sense, if people have no thoughts, how can the world not be beautiful? It's just that for me now, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can only be pleasant for a while, but it can't make people forget all the pain. Ding Che, do you know, I have walked alone for more than two hundred days and nights. In the past two hundred days and nights, I have been to many places, many places that you have confided in me on the banks of the Yellow River, and have consciously or unconsciously invited me to enjoy them together in the future.

You're right, these places are indeed very beautiful, and each place has its own magical 'color' given by nature, whether it is magnificent and vast, quiet and secluded, whether it is the surging Yellow River, or the changing sea of clouds, it can always bring people a different feeling.

However, have you ever heard that the journey of two people is called sweetness, but the journey of one person is lonely, bone-eating loneliness!

Miss you so much!

I used to think that as long as I could walk through the places you had walked one by one, even if I couldn't find you, the heart in my 'chest' cavity would be a little better when it was beating. But I was wrong, without you, walking in every place where you have been and now is empty, only to remind me more of your absence, of my loss, of my thoughts that still have nowhere to live.

Su Dongpo of later generations once wrote a word for his deceased wife.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

We haven't been separated for ten years, or even a year, but I already feel that time has been stretched for a long time...... One night at a time, I curled up and fell asleep, and day by day, I woke up in the wet sky. Frost, snow, sunny and rainy, clouds surging and retreating, 'spring', summer, autumn and winter flow little by little in eternal time, everything is changing unconsciously, the only thing that remains unchanged is my 'wave' figure, only my looking gaze, and that little bit of sadness that may never dissipate.

Yes, this sorrow is now a little bit stronger, and it is no longer as intense as when he left Kaifeng at the beginning, perhaps, time can really kill everything, and when the same day, night, and night of morning and dusk are repeated and repeated, people will slowly become calm after all.

A lot of times, I even smile.

When I walk among the green hills. Next to the green water. When I stood on the top of the Yellow Mountain. When looking out at the endless sea of clouds. I will try my best to appreciate all the beautiful and spectacular landscapes. And with gratitude. Thank them for existing. It once made you so amazed and comfortable.

Because I know. This is what you've always wanted to make me feel.

It's just that. When I can't smell your familiar breath. When thoughts come to mind. I still can't ignore the little hole in the 'chest' cavity. The wound is not big. But every time the blood circulates it it in, it can't be ignored. It is 'revealed' with every breath. Fragile and can't even touch the feathers.

Su Dongpo said that there was nowhere to say desolately. I'm different. I know. As long as I want. Everyone in that warm home in the capital is willing to listen to me. Willing to give me warmth.

It's just that. They gave me affection. It gave me friendship. But I can't give you what I miss the most. You can't turn back the clock. Let me hold you by the hand. I won't let you go back to the man-eating tiger's den.

No. No. You can't. So I can only continue to follow in your footsteps. Day after day, I repeat that little bit of longing and light pain.

You're right, it's really crazy to throw people into the roaring Yellow River, but when the turbid 'waves' and 'tides' swallowed me up several times, I felt the 'fierce' power that made you and me so close, as if the 'waves' had also hit you so quickly, drenching your black head and slamming into your ears...... Thinking of the vast sea of people, I may never find you again in the endless world, I once wanted to cut off the rope and follow the 'wave'. However, I still don't believe that this great river, which has flowed for thousands of years, will be your final habitat, so I still chose to go ashore.

It's just because I can't give up everything so selfishly, and because maybe as long as I live, there will always be a little hope, at least, in my heart, I believe that you have never left.

This trip left a memorial on my arm, and I suddenly

How many imprints have been left on you during those three years of special training, and why did I stop you at the beginning of F? If we give and give to each other on that day, perhaps, the imprint of your whole body will not escape my eyes, except for your 'lips', I can read more stories from your skin with my own eyes.

It rained, and it was only a short time, and the white rain covered the entire valley, and also covered the surrounding green hills, 'confused' the road when it came and the journey ahead.

The uncle of the tea shed kindly advised me to wait for the rain to stop before leaving, and I smiled and declined his kindness, put on my cloak and resolutely got on my horse and left the crowded tea shed. Not for anything else, but because of this, this little grass hut is too lively, preventing me from thinking about you quietly.

The sound of hooves ticked and was heard very clearly in the rain.

Black Wind's footsteps were steady, and although the vast rain and mist had already drenched its mane 'hairs', and the rain kept running across its face, Black Wind never complained, as before.

By the way, the Black Wind is my mount, which I bought from the market on the day I left the capital. From that day on, it became my faithful companion, day and night, and at the same time, the only thing I listened to.

I think that if you can get to know it one day, it will definitely like you, and you, too, will like it.

There is a long bluestone slab bridge ahead, and the sides of the bridge are overgrown with moss, showing the remoteness of this place. Before I knew it, I had walked thousands of miles.

I remember when I used to read, every time I read the idiom of thousands of mountains and rivers, I always had infinite reverie, as if I was in the infinite and vast world, mountains and mountains, streams and streams, single-plank bridges one after another, and then with endless sighs, I seemed to be calmly shuttling through it.

And everyone who sees me will look up to me behind my back and be infected by my loneliness.

Best of all, I also have a horse, a hat, a cloak, a bamboo flute, and a wine gourd.

Hehe, how funny, the fantasy of worrying about the new words is really realized in reality.

It's just that I don't drink, I don't have a bamboo flute, and most of the people's eyes just sweep over me casually and indifferently everywhere I pass, and whether I exist or not has no meaning to them, whether my eyes are worried, whether my back is lonely, and no one pays attention.

So, I smiled and passed silently, only with sobering tea, not drunk wine, out of the 'door', safety first, I know, whether you are there or not, what you want to hope most must be that I am safe.

So, I can only continue to be alone until I find you, or, until I forget you.