Road, looking for my way

A map, like a paper FeiDong state of cursive scripts, which was a magnificent writing? Which place ink trace not found? And which seals for not telling complete?

The train walk, dawn and has nothing to do with the night. Imagine, will not cover the earth map back. Strange journey from a distant head near the familiar territory. The noise of the road tabor oil gradually step to serenity country road, the BeiPanLangJi occasionally climb over cicada HSS and croak, prosperous civilization is already behind has become lost an instinctive reduction? Now, back to back the landscape, is like a commitment of life and death, profane firmness.

Was born, god give everyone a ticket, the pursuit of the unknown destination. I set off in the spring, and do all the way TaGe, read the castle peak green pool, knocking Mosaic totem. The outline of a piece of territory, burning stars for candle, for cloud night reading. Listen carefully, absent psalms how to not fluent in the language, the interpretation of life had seen.

Often guess traveler walking the reason why? If only the life from solid pull away out of a soul, let it fly out life in prison to the threshold of the house, so it's anchor for search a heart in the pure land of le tree flowers, in order to send in the settlement.

In all said on a journey too difficult, and in terms of the dilemma, the sun has a warm spring breeze JiXu ironing, for you have deliberately avoided the comb to read. They stood in the present, not only afraid of subversion in the past, again afraid rebelled against the future, in a hurry scanned the previous existence next life, took power and a good name is casting a gold-plated hoe, mining of the valley of grave to remembered not make this life. And then, with the tragedy of the QianHangZhe validated engraved into immortal epitaph, let later repeated the reference to jump out of the rut they, and told that this is life. Traditional, generally also so.

If a traveler ways the world of mortals, still LiangXiuQingFeng, are stuck in a mire of bare feet can comfortable retting line, I think he must be willing to deliver the innocent in nature. Like choke a nameless flower, also can see the light of life between the withering hand refers to decadence. Who says a life and death is not shows the next season parting?

So, take a gourd ladle clear water, for years on increasingly dry thought climb. When such as leaves with a last autumn blockhouse, zero winter still threads, my joy is not with the Qing, walk to a journey, and let your feet to the ground, feeling the life of true touch. Perhaps, to process more than the desired results that is easy to accept.

In the morning MuGu sirens sounded, in a piece of brahman sound into the dream of the soil secure, I, not sad not pleased. The place of an eye, day on the mountains, mountain in the water, the mountain in water revelation self, water to ShanYing and in harmony, day watching the, wordless......