The source of the river is vast distant mountains, vast land and mysterious passwords. This river of life, all the way to accept the grace of the sun, the call of the breeze, the urging of time, forward, forward, forward, never stop. Or brisk, or rough, or gentle, or silent, or thunder, the scenery along the way is unpredictable. It keeps flowing until it reaches a distance that its sight cannot reach.
When it is a stream, it mumbles to itself. It stretches itself from time to time. It ran back and forth playfully in the wind. It can even play, frolic and jump in the arms of mountains. It can choose clouds and dreams at will and hide them in its pocket.
One day, it suddenly grew up, yes, suddenly grew up. Maybe there was a turn in the running, maybe I met a big forest, or a higher mountain range. Maybe there seems to be nothing, but the front suddenly changed. It flows into a wider world, into a world with more scenery and more challenges, pushing it to run forward at a faster speed. It may feel at a loss at first, but it will soon enter this world. Oh, it saw cheerful birds in the shade on the other side of the branch, children waiting to catch fish in the river, mountains and fields hidden behind ropes, flying birds, dissipated clouds, new reeds ... it understood that the past was gone, whether it was willing or not, and the way it came.
It began to grow and quickly accumulate strength, and began to confront, rotate and compete with the large and small reefs facing it. The waves turned up in the river, and it knew it was a spewing force! Music of life! It also received more and more gifts from Mother Earth, heard the call of the sea, touched the wings of birds that came to feed, and saw children playing on the shore and hard-working farmers. Flowers bloom and flowers fall, the sunshine is just right, its pace is firm, it is full of ambition, even if there are more sediment, more deep ditches and more bends, it knows it well, but it has no hesitation.
With the movement of the stars, the river began to have fallen leaves, and the persimmons on the trees near the shore were red, round and full, with a happy feeling. On the other side, there is a herder playing an idle tune. It slowed down and listened carefully, and heard the whispers of small insects in the grass. It even wants to stop and pull it home to bask in the sun with all its fellow travelers on the shore, but it can't stay, not for a moment. It is getting wider and wider, and its arms contain more wanted and unwanted things, as well as everything around it. Can only slowly and slowly continue to flow forward.
There are more scenery and stories ahead, more unknown hopes and temptations, and more reasons to move forward. It still flows forward as always. ...