During the long vacation, I came to Lianyungang, a place I longed for. Just because that is my destination. Only there can I feel the trembling of my heart. I will be happy and I will be lost. In front of her, I expose everything I have.

Personality. Uncovered. I know she can understand me. Only the sea can truly understand my inner feelings. When I first arrived in Lianyungang, what really made me feel relaxed and natural was the mountain there, an unknown mountain. This mountain

, does not belong to any lineage, let alone a famous mountain or river.

There are no towering ancient trees, flowing springs and waterfalls, no cigarette smoke filling the air, and the lingering sound of Buddha.

Although it is unique, it brings the hills in all directions, watching the flowing water on the ground, and embracing the bright moon.

That's how he made me feel when I opened the window for the first time.

Even now, I don’t know which mountain I should have seen when I stood in front of the window.

The mountain is not big and is often covered by mist, like a screen with low resolution.

All the scenery is hazy.

At this time, I feel the warmth of spring and the coolness of autumn.

I am aware of the comings and goings of life among the powers, and experience the warmth and coldness of the world among the clouds.

The mountain is not high, but I imagine that before a thunderstorm comes, the powerful clouds will immediately darken their faces and spread their teeth and claws, as if they will not stop until the sky and the earth are pressed together.

At this time, the mountain seemed to be growing rapidly, calmly holding up the sky.

What does it mean to follow the trend?

Why is Huaijin holding Yu?

That's right.

I sneered at the cloud and looked up to the mountain.

Sighing, life is fragile.

Looking at the rock, it looked like a child with his back and his arms just now.

At this moment, he looks like an old man with his head bowed and his back hunched over. He thinks that a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The azaleas that cover the mountains are still hanging on the branches when you go up the mountain, but the red falls all over the fields when you go down the mountain.

The white horse passes by and is fleeting.

The mountains here are not high, dangerous or beautiful.

However, I think this mountain is my foundation at this moment, and this mountain is my stepping stone to see the world.

Mountains and rivers belong to the same family. If a place with mountains is not surrounded by flowing water and sea, it will lack life. The mountains are upright, the mountains are open-minded, the water is gentle, and the water is delicate. Whether it is mountains or water, they are all desirable.

Men are mountains and women are water.

Men have big words, women have whispers.

That towering and firm thing is the mountain.

It is water that embraces mountains and nourishes them.

Those who fight in the world and are strong-willed are men; those who are man-centered and silent are women.

The mountains merge into the water.

Water surrounds the mountain.

Mountains are the foundation of all things, and water is the source of all things.

Therefore, men are strong and women are flexible.

If the mountains are ruthless, muddy water will flow.

If the water is ruthless, it will submerge the mountain.

Looking back, I thought about the meaning of mountains. Mountains have souls. They extend their roots into the earth and stand among the blue sky and white clouds. They have stood silently for thousands of years.

The deep blue sky and white clouds come and go, telling the story of countless ever-changing moments. They are so ever-changing. Wind and rain have long become a habit. The only thing that remains unchanged is silence.

The mountain is the eternal silent legend.

Generations of people have left and come again, and the loess on the hillside is the final destination of the people in the mountains. The old and new tombs write a history that is difficult to read. Without these in the book, the words are not as real as the tombs.

People eventually became mountains, but mountains are not people, and people are not mountains. Those who come and go are people, those who don't move are mountains, and what flows out is the water in the mountains.

Just like the graves on the hillside, many years later they will be smoothed away by time and nowhere to be found. Finally, they disappear in the silence of the mountain. What cannot be lost is the unforgettable meaning and secret of the mountain.

, If people don’t love mountains and don’t get close to them, mountains won’t tell you much.

Some people, thinking they have been to the mountains, start writing on paper and talking about the mountains.

Who knows that mountains don't like false noises, but people who travel to mountains always like noises. Mountains like silence, but they also don't like that kind of pretentious elegance, saying that the external beauty of mountain scenery is superficial.

Reading mountains, reading a leaf in the forest, the poetry flowing in the veins of the leaf, why does this leaf fall at this time or that time? Who would have thought that its life experience is just to seek a silent sigh; in the forest,

Why does a bird choose this tree to build its nest? Why do people choose this mountain?

What kind of power did the mountain give to the rotten tree stump? Why did the bud that grew out from the root of the tree stump grow into a big tree today? The tinkling of the spring in the valley was talking to the forest birds, or was it the presence of the mountain?

Like who is telling what?

The mountain knows that the grass on the cliff is the seed blown by the wind when; the mountain knows that the unknown vines on the cliff were blown down by the wind last night, and they are climbing up again today; the mountain is still there

I know that there was a child who walked many times on the mountain road carrying a bundle of firewood. The wind knew the sweat on the boy's body, but it didn't know that there were tears in his eyes. The mountain knew all this, because I shed my tears on it.

In the embrace of the mountains, people don’t know this.

The continuous peaks are used to seeing the clouds rolling in the sky, used to kissing the setting sun in the west, and sending away the never-ending wind. They have beautiful lines, very beautiful, but these are just the lines of the mountains. If

Mountains are just some forms of lines and outlines, which can only be beautiful, but mountains are not lines.

Mountains are nothing, mountains are just mountains.