Peach Blossom Paradise Dream
That year in spring, we ventured into Wulu Mountain in search of scenic views. Driving to the very end of the road, we found a vast expanse of wildflowers, with bees and butterflies fluttering around, so we parked the car beside a small path leading into the mountains.
Beside a babbling brook, the cliffs blocked out the sun, and the path ahead appeared and disappeared intermittently. We didn't count the miles we traveled; the small path gradually disappeared as it narrowed. We looked around in confusion.
Suddenly, in the distance, we noticed wisps of blue smoke rising, suggesting a dwelling. We picked branches and broke off grass to move forward, turning over a mountain ridge, and suddenly the view opened up dramatically.
We saw a hillside covered in peach trees, their blossoms bright and surrounded by clouds, a truly enchanting scene. We wandered aimlessly through it, completely losing track of time, and only realized it was getting late, rushing to find the way back, but we never saw it again. Luckily, an elderly man in a green shirt guided us out of the mountains.
Upon arriving back at the parking spot, we looked back and gazed at the fading twilight, with clouds obscuring and enveloping the mist, as if in a heavenly paradise.
Years later, we returned to Wulu Mountain, the paths remained unchanged, the mountain shapes seemed familiar, yet we could no longer find that specific peach grove.
To this day, it feels both real and illusory, perhaps it was a dream. Let me record it in verse:
Spring mountain seek scenery forget return,
Lost in the depths of the peach paradise.
Mountains heavy, rivers winding, doubt of no road ahead,
Like the ebb and flow of the sea, a sense of uncertainty.
Qin, Jin, Han, Tang - across dynasties,
Three lives, three worlds, love runs deep,Unaware of the mundane outside,
Could a celestial being guide our lost path?
