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One has to travel a long distance in life; some paths are difficult to walk, while others are comfortable. If one can grasp a truth after walking for a while, that is cultivation ； If one can enjoy beautiful scenery while walking for a while, it is a fortunate encounter. What I long for, if I can see it, then I am happy ； If what I desire is what I obtain, then I am happy. Heaven will not favor everything I desire, for that would undermine its laws; hence it is called fate. In life, one must move forward only, as it is then that beauty can be brought about. Only by truly possessing the present can one be happy. The wind blows, the bells ring, the sound of flowers blooming, charming smiles, tears of emotion, and gentle silhouettes—all come into view. During one of my trips, from beneath the eaves of a attic on a hilltop with a view of the entire city, I looked down and witnessed the changes that had taken place in the city, taking in all its complexity. At the beginning of autumn, a breeze arose and bells began to ring; it turned out that there was an entire row of wind chimes hanging from the roof beams. I was touched and surprised – who could have taken such care to leave the sounds of time here, using wind chimes to remember the past and placing those memories in the wind. The wind is a shadow that follows me through the four seasons, keeping track of all my joys and sorrows. The bell is a box that preserves the past intact. The wind blows, the bells ring; I understand that the past was all beautiful and should be cherished. With such experiences, I remember both luck and romance. Wind chimes – I hang them on the eaves, by the bed, in my heart. Amid confusion, uncertainty, and melancholy, when the chimes ring, my heart calms down, and I continue to live with the same simplicity, lightness, and spontaneity as those wind chimes. During a journey, while racing against time, I stumbled upon a surprise and witnessed the dawn. Dawn, the most beautiful time of day, when heaven and earth are separated by a thin line; dawn arrives as night fades away. The fresh, cool morning breeze makes one’s body shiver; as the night fades away and dawn arrives, all worries and fatigue disappear. One feels light enough to fly, and in that moment it seems that nothing can compare to watching time reveal its most natural beauty before one’s eyes. Drive away the darkness and bring in the light; perhaps at some moment I will be like a mountain, unconcerned with life or value, moving in rhythm with the cycle of day and night, existing alongside heaven and earth, unshaken by the passage of time as clouds gather and disperse. As day breaks, I remain the same, searching the land at dawn for what lies in my heart. If one wakes up to a meter of sunlight in the early morning, it must be a wonderful day. On that morning, the sunlight did not wake me; instead, I met it in the mountains. In the early morning, the clear sky is dotted with only a few floating white clouds. The trees in the mountains are lush, with droplets of water still clinging to their leaves. In the valleys, streams sing merrily, awakening the entire mountain from its slumber. The sun moves downward from the mountaintop, while I move upward from the foot of the mountain. It takes one step, and I take one step as well; we meet at the middle of the mountain. Its enthusiasm warms me, and my anticipation excites it. In its warm embrace, I breathe freely, stretch out without restraint, drive away all impurities, and let all my hopes come true. May hopes come true – a meter of sunshine, free and beautiful. What kind of state of mind is it when time simmers the rain? That year, I went on a trip to Dali in Yunnan. While searching for inns online, I came across the phrase “Time Boils the Rain” for the first time. It was simple and subtle, yet carried a depth rooted in the essence of light and shadow. For those four words, I stayed at this inn; it features Dali’s unique architectural style, while also incorporating the aesthetics of gardens from the water towns in the Jiangnan region, exuding an ancient charm. Entering through the gate, in the small courtyard, the shadows of time are neatly arranged. At the base of the wall, several clumps of evergreen bamboo exude an enduring sense of gentlemanly virtue. A few rhododendrons are stunningly beautiful, telling of the vastness and sanctity of the plateau. In front of the door, a red pillow in a black oval chaise lounge stands out sharply; the combination of red and black gives it an ancient vibe, as if it carries stories within it. In front of the chair is a wooden square table, showing signs of wear and age. On the table lies a cup of steaming Pu-erh tea, whose aroma is delightful and soothing. Beneath the eaves, a stream of water drips into a small pool, producing a tinkling sound that is audible clearly. Several goldfish swim freely in the pool, and on the wall beside it is written \"Time cooks the rain.\" The inn owner was dressed simply, spoke in a kind manner, and was approachable. I don’t see what the connection is between these things; I don’t even understand the true meaning of “time boiling rain”. Looking at them and reciting “time boiling rain” calms my mind, and many images come to mind in an instant. I suppose this is what it means to have a spiritual connection. Time preserves stories, and the years keep the beautiful things. The moonlight is hazy; mist shrouds the bridge. Ancient melodies play softly, while a lone sail is seen in the distance. One person, one house, one lamp – reflecting on the past, speaking of oneself in quiet terms. In spring, one enjoys the beauty of blossoms; in summer, the fun of picking lotus flowers; in autumn, the charm of mountain climbing; in winter, the delight of snow and plum blossoms. The four seasons are simple and regular – time passes unnoticed, but the beauty remains in memory. Life is a book composed of many stories; one experiences all kinds of tastes throughout life. As life progresses through journeys, certain scenes remain etched in memory. What is always remembered are the most wonderful things ； It’s something that is mentioned over and over again; it’s the most profound of all ； What is written from time to time is always the most romantic. Life, though long, is actually quite simple: experience the connection between hearts, appreciate the beauty of nature, treat each day as the best memory for the future. Don’t force anything; walk with the wind, pay attention to the rain – it’s enough to have a harmonious heart.