Wandering all over the world

In the night sky baptized by spring rain, the fragrance of light soil echoed in the air. Standing alone on the top of the office building, enjoying the rare tranquility quietly. In such a fast-paced city, even breathing is fast-paced, but I prefer a slow-paced life. I couldn’t help thinking: do I belong here? A voice from the bottom of my heart said to me: no. I once wrote that I am destined to be a prodigal in my life. Since I am a vagrant, there is no place belonging to me. To be exact, I don’t belong to any place. Or it can be said that any inch of land belongs to me, and I belong to every inch of land. It seems to sound nonsense. I remember where I saw such a statement saying that life is a process of self-cultivation. This reminds me of a sentence in “Buddhist Scriptures”: Practice is a kind of patience, which requires tolerance to plain and loneliness. How many people can be willing to be plain and resistant to loneliness? Once Young, who never wanted to be vigorous? In the prosperous year of that year, who is willing to enjoy the loneliness of his heart alone? What a high level it is! I think those who can do can be conferred Saint. Suddenly, another sentence appeared in my mind: life is endless and I am lonely. I can’t remember who said it. Someone once said to me: you are a person who cannot live without words. Yes, I am a person who cannot live without words. If you don’t write something for a period of time, it seems that something is missing. Words and I seem to have become one, and it has been connected with my flesh and blood. If you want to separate, only the jade and the stone are burned. At this time, the sudden flash of light came out, so this poem which could not be called poem was typed out on the keyboard: the ordinary people traveled to the world, and they were frightened at midnight in BC. MINURCAT awake uprooted to horizon, only for chapters ban ri xian. Just for the leisure half day of Floating Life, have you embarked on a wandering journey since then? Will regret it? I don’t know, but at least I have never regretted so far. I like a poem very much: Why do you have to die in the Mulberry land? Where is the Green Mountain in the world! How free and uninhibited it is! A laughter red, sword dance Tianya yi man lapel. One day Hua will grow, and he will never waste his life in martial arts. However, one day after many years, when the old can no longer drift, recalling all kinds of years, can I still stick to the end of the world?

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