On the unforgettable night, the cold moonlight fell straight down, shining in the dark green jungle in the distance and the surrounding trees high and low.. As a hiker, I want to stay at a farm halfway up the mountain. Trekking on the rugged mountain road, I stumbled too. With moonlight as companion, the shadow squat down like a conjoined proud flesh. Without you, the fire in my heart would have burned out and there would be no spring in my world. Looking up at the sky, Lang Yue hung his head. It feels like it’s closest to me and you’re the furthest away. I and you are the merry-go-round on the two tracks. You can only look ahead and can’t connect with each other.. Looking back many years ago, I came here alone, not alone at all.. You said that your love was like my accompanying, accompanying me to the ends of the earth. The surging blood in my chest has driven away the coldness of the 39th and melted the ice and snow in the winter.. When you start walking, your steps are much lighter. However, the waste of life shifted the promise. When the enthusiasm is exhausted, just like the flurry in the afternoon, after the rush, there will always be light clouds and light winds.. Walking up the winding mountain road, you can’t hide your eyes from the strong pine on the top of the mountain.. I once stood under a tree, touching its tall and straight branches and listening to its vigorous voice. Dipping in the piety of the bottom of my heart, I carved my wish on it with sharp stones. This great husband, who holds ice and snow in his arms during the day and strives to stretch toward the sun, shakes out his iron frame at night to resist the cold in winter.. Like a tower, like a bank, it is the patron saint of grassy slopes and a sand port of mud. I really want to be one of its branches, standing tall and looking far away, bathing in the first ray of sunshine and absorbing the last cloud of sunset glow.. Unfortunately, this place does not belong to me. I am a traveler on foot, a passer-by in a hurry, and my world is far away, where dreams stay. The owner of the farm warmly received me, set up a feast under the moonlight, and entertained my distant visitor with rare game.. The simple mountain people are like the pine on the top of the mountain and also like the spring in front of the door, which makes people feel their fortitude, frankness, enthusiasm and boldness.. Listen to the trickling water in front of the door. I wonder why such a stream flows all the year round on this high mountainside.? The owner of the villa saw through my doubts and told me with a smile, ” how high the mountain is, how deep the water is.”. The hostess said proudly, pointing to a mountain depression in the distance: ” There is a well above the stream and a Kong Quan at the bottom of the well. The spring is clear and has never dried up. The spring gushed out from there.”. She added: ” If there is a lot of rain in summer and running water sings day and night, the sound is much more beautiful than this.”. I can’t help but be curious about the Kong Quan, as if to see it smoke around the fog cover in the moonlight, hazy and mysterious.. Thought, this spring is probably the blood flowing through the mountains. After the spring and autumn period and the four seasons of tempering, the blocking of sand and clay will eventually maintain a fresh state, and it will take many twists and turns to return to the mountains and find a way back! Compared with people, it is too small. A little bit of suffering, a little bit of frustration, and calculate what. Open the knot and walk out of the sky. That night, I had a dream. Dreamed that he was walking through the fog, followed the stream and went up until he finally found the Kong Quan. The flowing silk of the hole, the clear and sweet water of life, so quietly surged and flowed, flowing all the way to my heart. After dawn, be sure to see the eye spring with your own eyes.