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.
The wind of late summer, with a hint of coolness, gently brushes over every inch of the land on Dianding Mountain. I stood on the big stone at the top of the mountain, gazing at the brilliant Milky Way, and endless emotions surged in my heart. I don't know how many times I have been to this spot. In the past, I used to watch the vast starry sky alone, but this time, someone finally accompanies me to watch the stars.
Suddenly, a shooting star shot across the sky, like a brilliant pearl, instantly illuminating the entire night sky. That dazzling light seems to be the most beautiful gift that nature has given us. Immediately afterwards, more shooting stars came one after another, shining brightly like fireworks, surprising me repeatedly
I took firm steps and slowly walked into that mysterious and brilliant light. The aurora danced above my head, as if it were a brilliant ribbon sprinkled by the universe. I feel its dreamlike radiance enveloping me, as if the whole world is left with only me and this magical sight.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the sky began to gradually take on a faint orange hue. The color gradually deepened and spread, as if a painter was freely spraying his paint. Finally, the sunset spread out like brilliant brocade, decorating the entire sky like a dream. And that wooden stake, against the backdrop of the sunset, became even more mysterious and unique, as if it truly possessed some kind of sacred aura.