At the corner of the season, find a quiet place, rest your heart, and look at the time on your finger in silence. The long scroll of life is spreading into the distance, whether you are sad for spring or autumn, or nostalgic. No amount of reluctance can stop it from moving forward.

"Landscape on the Road"

I admire the stars and enjoy the flowing clouds, and everything around me is scenery...

"Landscape on the Road"

In winter, there is snow flying all over the sky, rustling on the black tiles and green walls, in the deep courtyard of the old courtyard, and on the bank of the bluestone bridge, like a woman in white slowly arriving, white and light , pure and flawless.

"Landscape on the Road"

On an autumn night, the moon is bright and clear, as clear as water. Birds are returning to their nests, the water is gurgling, a light breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of osmanthus is refreshing.

"Landscape on the Road"

In early spring, the rain is lingering and pattering, as if it comes from a dream, lingering and pathos, tender and tender. Listening to the rain alone is beautiful and interesting. The damp book seems to be flowing with thousands of years of ink.

"Landscape on the Road"

The rain in early spring becomes a painting even without ink, a poem even without rhythm, and a scene even without intention...

"Landscape on the Road"

In summer, lying on the attic, watching the sky full of stars at night and thousands of clouds in the morning. "The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds forming sea towers." At that time, I imagined that I was a star in the Milky Way. Is it possible to travel through ancient and modern times and explore the Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties? I also want to be like a white cloud that comes and goes, stay away from the countryside, and enjoy the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

"Landscape on the Road"