Mood and Reflections

I embarked on my solo journey with a troubled heart. The moment I boarded the train, a nameless sadness washed over me. Lying on the moving train, I fantasized about the future. But fantasy and reality are always different… As the train reached its destination, the sky turned against me; perhaps even the heavens wept for me. A light drizzle began, then a torrential downpour, shrouding my already heavy heart in mist. I arrived at my destination and boarded the tour bus. The rain continued to accompany us, playing a harmonious melody. Listening to that harmonious music, mingled with the tour guide's hoarse voice, it all flowed into the corridors of my memory, scene after scene flashing before my eyes…
As the tour bus neared the city center, the rain gradually stopped. The tour guide's hoarse voice narrated the story of this beautiful seaside city, his vivid explanations bringing my thoughts back to this long-awaited city, allowing me to feel its civilized and harmonious beauty.
I once dreamed of going to the beach alone to experience the vastness and tolerance of the sea, and today that dream finally came true. I thought I would be very excited and thrilled to see the sea. But when I stepped onto the soft sand, so close to the sea, that excitement and joy vanished. My heart was so calm, without the passion of a tsunami. Standing at the highest point, looking out over the vast sea, the beautiful scenery was unforgettable, submerging all my worries in the embrace of the sea. Seeing the tourists' special love for the sea, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy...
Immersed in this scene where the sea and sky meet, after being cleansed by the seawater, I felt a different kind of respect for the sea. It is not infected by this superficial and ostentatious world, but still retains its unique temperament. I was moved by its magnificent momentum and felt a deep sense of awe. I couldn't help but feel so insignificant, not even as small as a grain of sand in the sea...
At this moment, I imagined that women are like the sea, water that can carry men on their voyages. The ocean's regular ebb and flow of tides are much like a woman's character. The crimson sunrise bursting forth from the sea is like a woman's pounding, beating heart. Your heart will be cleansed and refined by the sound of the waves, leaving you refreshed and invigorated. Therefore, men are drawn to the sea's deep affection, captivated and unable to look back! This teaches me that a true woman is adept at nurturing men, at supporting them, and at treating them well. A man is like a mountain, a majestic, verdant, and vibrant mountain. Then a woman should be like the sea, a sea that is intertwined with the mountain, the mountain in the sea's heart, the sea beside the mountain, meandering and swirling around it. A woman should be like the sea, a sea whose heart can hold sails. In her tenderness that merges with all things, she illuminates the devastation of tomorrow. A woman should be like the sea, gently lapping against the mountain rocks while simultaneously washing away their jagged peaks. A woman should be like the sea, but not just a sea of ​​gentleness without roaring. She sculpts the mountains around her amidst the waves, so that those mountains may become even more majestic and imposing!
To possess the vastness of the sea, she must force herself to learn strength, to let go, to forget, to calmly face the rocks around her, using her gentleness and the roar of the sea to influence them, allowing them to unleash their potential. Her life should be like this vast, azure sea, reflecting the towering green mountains, shrouded in clouds of happiness—a harmonious and natural beauty!

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