I choose, I long for

Author: Zhang Wei
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: I heard that pine forests are formed from clouds in the sky, and clouds are the souls of the pine forests. When each pine tree dies, its soul rises high into the heavens, wandering around, and eventually finds an appropriate time to descend. I also heard that red clouds, when they land on the ground, give rise to persimmon trees, purple-leaf plums, and maple trees. They often drift in the southwest. White clouds, on the other hand, give birth to poplar trees and birch trees. This autumn, I lived at Wan Song Pu. It was the first time in many years that I stayed in a place that seemed like a dream. The academy has a small courtyard, which is about one hundred acres in size. To say it’s small refers to its location within a pine forest of over twenty thousand acres, by the sea, and beside a long river. My writing and reading spot were in the pine forest, facing the sea. At a glance, the green of the pine forest filled my view, along with the colorful boats on the waves. Birds constantly played in front of the window, peering inside, which made me both happy and unable to focus. Instead, the vastness of the distant horizon stirred my thoughts of the profound meaning and emotional ties of this place and time. I couldn’t help but repeatedly sort through my emotions, immerse myself in nostalgia, and in the boundless sky and farthest reaches, search for my origins and.