Wind Chimes of Time

     【I】


    The tolling of time always knocks down many dusty memories. Like wisps of smoke, these past events surge like waves in my heart, evoking the feeling of "the west wind rolling up the curtain."


    "What year is it tonight?" The sun still rises from the east, and the night, like a tide, fills every patch of clear sky.


    As usual, I receive thin postcards, yet they are filled with the deep affection of former classmates; as usual, they are ordinary greetings, yet they still resonate with unbreakable bonds of gratitude; perhaps I will even receive glittering invitations…


    At this moment, thinking of my solitary existence, I inevitably feel a sense of freedom, a feeling of being far from the bustling city, drinking from a mountain spring, letting my imagination run wild, and a fear of the word "guest."


    【II】


    A person wanders the world, a traveler far from home, aimlessly cultivating a cramped patch of sky, many feelings drifting away with the exhaled smoke rings!


    It's been a long time since I've seen the moon, and last night, when we sat knee-to-knee talking, it was no exception. In the vast starry sky, there is no sorrow, no tears, only a quiet feeling spreading and permeating...


    "Always fantasizing that there is another world at the end of the ocean; always believing that brave sailors are true men... He said, what is this little pain in the wind and rain? Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams..." Many years have passed, yet I can still remember some of its lyrics fairly clearly. I don't know if I wrote them wrong, but I know that this song will always be an inspiring melody. It has always encouraged me...


    [Three]


    I always like to walk quietly alone at dusk, witnessing the elegance of Zhang Ji's "Mooring at Maple Bridge at Night," witnessing the afterglow of the setting sun gradually being enveloped by the night, watching the lovers' affectionate glances under the distant red sky gradually fade into the vast night.


    The mountains are still so high, the water is still so green, green that goes straight to the heart. So I sewed an extra-large parcel by hand, sending the dusty memories to every unknown corner, telling friends far away that I am still young, still building a fence of happiness in my heart, keeping all suffering outside the fence...


    In the journey of life, some fleeting days, some lost true feelings, always pass by like flowing water. On the shore of youth, there are years of no regrets, all expectations are only for our unforgettable friendship. Every time I wake up from a drunken stupor, what flows out is a prayer for the splendor of youth, and how can I play out countless dawns of longing and companionship for that pure and innocent yearning?


    I will leave my feelings for you to the waning summer, because all feelings must endure the frost and snow. In the realm of love and hate, perhaps we can never distinguish who is right and who is wrong, we only need to keep an unwavering strength in the world of love, and seek a carefree existence.


    I will no longer hesitate, nor do I want to live on fantasies. I need to bravely raise the cup of friendship, leaving a sense of carefree wandering in the cramped sky, carving unwavering vows on the red mountain ridges, letting the song of hope resonate between heaven and earth, weaving a vibrant and colorful life.


    [IV]


    Say goodbye to all the heaviness, seek a fresh and bright heart, let all time pour into the affectionate pages of the years, let all helplessness fall on the yellow leaves of autumn covered in dark clouds. Without promises, all time will be weathered away. But if you and I are sincere, it is like an extraordinary kinship.


    The night is quiet and still, yet the waves crash and roar. In this symphony of waves, I seem to hear a whisper of the soul.


    A fresh breath, a thought, lets me hear the wind chimes of time.

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