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I believe my verses are filled with Zen and beauty.
"Your poetry is so beautiful," Zhao Mingcheng said. "I can feel the emotions in your poems; they convey a profound and distant artistic conception."
I smiled and nodded, feeling very pleased by his compliment. Our friendship is deep, marked by mutual admiration and encouragement. We spent a wonderful time in the mountains.
In the springtime forest, the trees were lush, flowers bloomed, and colorful butterflies danced. I stood on the mountain path, watching my friend Zhao Mingcheng's figure gradually fade away. He wore an official robe, with a long sword at his waist, walking steadily yet somewhat hurriedly. He seemed reluctant to look back, afraid to see the reluctant gaze in my eyes.
My heart was filled with longing and reluctance for my friend, tears shimmering in my eyes as I remained silently still. On the mountain path, with trees providing shade, blooming flowers, and fluttering butterflies, it felt as if the scenery was amplifying the sorrow of parting.
I quietly stood in place, gazing at Zhao Mingcheng's silhouette, lost in thought. We had spent countless joyful years together, and now we had to part ways; I wondered when we would meet again.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Mingcheng's figure finally disappeared into the distant forest. I sighed deeply and turned to return alone.
On the mountain path, a series of lonely footprints were left behind, symbolizing our deep friendship and the sorrow of separation. Although parting brings sadness, I believe that as long as we cherish our friendship and memories in our hearts, one day we will reunite.
When that time comes, we can once again appreciate the beautiful scenery together and talk about life's journey. I closed the wooden gate, shutting out the noise of the outside world and immersing myself in memories of the past.
I recalled the wonderful times spent with Zhao Mingcheng—those days of discussing poetry and enjoying beautiful views in the mountains felt like they were just yesterday.
However, now I must face loneliness and silence alone, which makes me feel even sadder. I lie in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The figure of Zhao Mingcheng constantly appears in my mind, and my longing for him, along with the uncertainty about the future, fills me with anxiety. My heart is filled with thoughts of him and worries about what lies ahead; these complex emotions intertwine, preventing me from finding peace.
The entire forest seems to sense my sorrow, becoming increasingly quiet. I wander through the mountains, gazing at the vibrant spring grass, and a deep longing for Zhao Mingcheng wells up within me. I softly ask myself, "Will Noble Descendant return?" This question expresses my reluctance to part and my hope for reunion.
I transform this longing into poetry and write the poem "Farewell in the Mountains." This poem not only reveals my reluctance to part from my friend but also expresses my appreciation for friendship and my hope for reunion. As time passes, this poem becomes a timeless masterpiece, allowing my secluded life and sincere feelings of friendship to be celebrated by future generations.
In this poem, I depict the tranquil life in the valley and my deep yearning for my friend. It states: "Farewell in the mountains, as dusk closes the wooden door. The spring grass will be green next year; will Noble Descendant return?" This line conveys my loneliness after Zhao Mingcheng's departure and the uncertainty of the future while also expressing my longing for him and hope for reunion.
I inscribe this poem on a cliff, making it one of the most precious memories of my secluded life. This poem is not only a testament to my friendship but also a reflection of my insights and thoughts about life. Time flows like water, and I spend my secluded life amidst loneliness and fulfillment. My longing for Zhao Mingcheng and appreciation for friendship become a part of my life, deepening my love for nature and cherishing the beautiful moments of existence.
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