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Living next to water

   When life quiets down, whether facing a pool of spring water or a babbling brook in summer, the yearning for fish in the deep pool fades, and the heart is filled with boundless coolness and joy. Therefore, to seek inner peace and tranquility, approaching the poetic sound of water is the best place.

  Water always exists in its poetic form. A closed body of water is a lake, lush with aquatic plants, lacking the grandeur of rivers, peacefully guarding its tranquility, echoing the distant sky, completing a lifelong commitment in silent agreement. The lake reflects the vastness of the sky, and the high heavens resonate with the lake's inherent nature and serenity. Therefore, approaching a lake, besides bathing in coolness, envelops your entire heart in peaceful azure. No one facing a lake can harbor great melancholy or sorrow; it allows us to shed worldly worries and anxieties, quietly immersing ourselves in rich contemplation and love. The ocean, with its towering waves and surging momentum, inspires awe. Rich with rosy clouds, flocking seagulls, and the sound of ship horns awakens all things from the slumber of the previous night. In this realm, humanity is insignificant, yet thoughts soar in boundless expanse, sometimes like a roc spreading its wings and flying high in the clouds, sometimes like a lone boat sailing leisurely and contentedly. In some ripple, one can always find the true meaning of life. Thus, facing the sea, life is not narrow-minded; one will not lose oneself and the true meaning of existence in the calculation of gains and losses. The vast waters will carry our dreams forward. Rivers are another form of water, flowing linearly, bringing us the surprise and pursuit of waves. Living by the water, one perceives the changing seasons and the interplay of sun and moon, learning resilience in its twists and turns, and self-appreciation in its murmuring. Through the changing seasons, the wounds of the heart are healed, and the vibrant colors of the seasons are painted upon them. Such a life is a colorful life, such a life is a rich life.

  Therefore, we have reason to approach the flowing water. In spring, follow a river to distant places, where spring flowers bloom luxuriantly on both banks, and the earth is fragrant. When tired, surrender your whole being to the babbling water, quietly gaze at the blue sky, and let the flock of poetry graze among the high clouds, searching for yesterday's unbridled freedom in the lush pastures of time. Or, quietly wait for the mountains and the mist that permeates their depths, and the scattered, colorful foliage that weaves through the dense forest. On a summer afternoon, it is best to let your heart wander to the sea. The sky is vast, the sea is boundless, birds sing, and the scenery of the sea and mountains is all within sight. At such times, will we still feel uneasy because of the summer heat? Will we still feel melancholy because of the excessive exuberance of life? The morning light not only dyes the sea with splendor, but also the joy in our hearts; the sunset is not only enchanting with emptiness and vastness, but also with the coolness and love that surrounds us. When the autumn wind is biting and the land is frozen solid, it is best to guard a lake. Whether the water ripples or the vast expanse of ice, it can cleanse the loneliness and dust from the depths of our souls. Is the lone fisherman in his straw hat merely lonely? Fishing alone on a snowy river, is he not upholding nobility? When the curtain of night envelops the mountains and surrounds the villages, won't the frozen lake beside the distant mountains, besides its vast purity, ignite a fiery glow in everyone's heart?

  Therefore, at every turning point in life, living near water is the truest choice. With the soothing sound of water, our world becomes rich with the essence of water, allowing us to freely roam the long river of life.

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