The summer solstice wind carries the fragrance of wheat, gently brushing over the meadow of Dianding Mountain, and I once again stand on this familiar ridge. The sky is washed indigo, with large clouds like flocks of sheep spreading across the sky. Even the wind carries a transparent warmth, carrying the rustling sound of the oat fields in the distance.
The ridge line winds into a gentle arc in the field of view, and the footprints left at this time last year have already been covered by green grass. The wildflowers on the meadow are laying a colorful carpet, with the yellow of the goldfinch flower, the purple of the Malan flower, and the white of the dandelion shimmering in the sunlight. The windmill in the distance slowly rotates, with its blades leaving a faint shadow on the blue sky, making the vast silence even more profound.
As the sun began to tilt, I sat on weathered rocks and waited. Suddenly, birds flapped their wings from the valley floor. First, three or five flew past the grass tips, and in an instant, dozens of them flew into the air one after another. The sound of their wings gliding through the air is as delicate as a veil, and their white wings shine like pearls in the sunset. In the blink of an eye, they transform into stars flowing in the sky, merging with the gradually emerging dusk.
As the mountain breeze gradually cools down, the Milky Way begins to spread out on the sky. The handle of the Big Dipper points straight to the south, and the Milky Way is like overturned silver foil, casting fine light on the meadow. The person who watched the starry sky with me last year is now thousands of miles away, but the scent of the mountain breeze, the dewdrops on the grass leaves, and even the frequency of birds flapping their wings are exactly the same as in my memory.
It's already late at night, and I'm lying in the car wrapped tightly in a sleeping bag, staring at the stars in the sky, letting the dew condense on my forehead. The summer solstice on Dianding Mountain is never a fleeting scenery. It is a promise hidden in time, a gentle echo of the clear sky and the galaxy's gifts every time we meet again.