There are many beautiful things in the world, but there are not many that truly belong to oneself. In this complex world, I often ponder, what exactly is eternity? Is it the pavilion barrier of the Han Dynasty with a history of more than 2000 years, or the comet Atlas of Zijin Mountain seen for more than 60000 years, or the eternal star? And in the passage of time, what kind of attitude should I take to face this endless time after more than thirty years?
On the grassland, two big trees hold hands, with their heads resting on their heads, standing quietly. They seem like lovers, lost in the afterglow of the setting sun, speaking silent vows. The sunlight shone on their branches and leaves, creating a soft halo that was breathtakingly beautiful. I stood not far away, silently gazing at them, and an inexplicable emotion surged in my heart.
Qianlou, although not listed as one of the Eight Scenic Spots in the Clouds, its charm remains undiminished in my heart. Every time I approach it, it feels like opening a thick history book. That ancient brick and stone has witnessed many changes and vicissitudes of time. It has witnessed the war years of Jin Ge Tie Ma and the bustling fireworks of the prosperous world. It is not only a witness to history, but also a guardian of time.
In the long river of time, there are always some nights that shine like brilliant stars, unforgettable. On the evening of the 11th, it was a night like a rose, mysterious and beautiful, emitting a unique charm.
Years have passed since the Double Ninth Festival, and now there is another Double Ninth Festival. I stood in front of the seat that had been planned with Brother Li for a long time, quietly waiting for the sun to rise and pass by the meteorological station, forming the moment of hanging sun.