【Miscellaneous】【Prose】Tai Chi Ridge

With a thick coat and thin short sleeves, my footsteps, accompanied by muddy breathing and undulating chest, I came to the trail of Taijiling, while the sound of the city gradually drifted away.

Moss grows in crevices, gaps or with a few grasses. There are no streams or birds in my line of sight, but I always hear the sound of water and birdsong in my ears. In such a climate, there is still a big sun in the morning, but in the afternoon, the mountains are shady. If I compare it, I prefer the feeling that my whole body is covered by sunlight, which is warm. Speaking of which, I haven't been to the mountains for a long time. The last time I was recuperating, I ran to Xiangshan in a depressed mood.

I counted ferns, annual rings, leaf veins, rewards, nature..., collected words about inspiration, put my phone in my pocket, and brought it back to my desk. Piece together, become a spiritual healing.

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When we got to the top, people in groups of threes and twos sat on the rocks and chatted. My mother and I looked around to take pictures, and we adjusted our posture for a long time, but there was no one that looked good, whether it was a person or a landscape. Sure enough, it proved what I wrote in my previous miscellaneous notes. The more I asked, the less I came.

I didn't pull out my phone and plug in my headphones to listen to music, but even so, I didn't feel insecure. Everyone in the mountains was happy with the slow passing of time and the inconsequential conversations.

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On the way home, I bought scallion pancakes, ice cream, and received a package (digital oil painting, I heard it was very simple, but it was not, crying). With the wind blowing on the motorcycle, the day is over, and the day goes on.

A full day went by like this again, a full day.