The mountains on the weekend always seem like a book opened by the wind.
Climbing up step by step is a slow rhythm; looking up, it is the blank space of life. Walking on the path in the woods, I learned a simple truth: The quieter the road beneath my feet, the clearer the words in my heart.
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The mountains on the weekend always seem like a book opened by the wind.
Climbing up step by step is a slow rhythm; looking up, it is the blank space of life.
Walking on the path in the woods, I learned a simple truth:
The quieter the road beneath my feet, the clearer the words in my heart.