wandering, swaying, weak, pliable

The oak tree proudly talked to the reeds by the water. He was extremely proud of his sturdy body, the stretched branches and leaves, and the huge canopy high above. He can withstand enough rain and sunshine, his roots are deeply rooted under the soil layer, and his thick texture can block a thousand points. He looks at the reeds not far away, and pitys him with a mocking tone that seems so weak The slender stems that could be broken at any time, and his short body, and the long, narrow leaves that even the breeze could wield at will. How could he have thought that Reed would talk back to him, not accepting his pity at all, even questioning his own dignity, and trying to say he was not afraid of the wind, saying that I would bear all the power of the wind with my back, and said go. Look, what else can a little reed dare to compare with my tall, stout oak?

After a violent storm, the oak tree was uprooted, but the reed was left unscathed because of its softness.



"Wild Reed". Cardamom Age. The sun shines through the green leaves on the clear river, rippling with slight scales. The fish are chasing and playing in the bottomless water. You see that the bright and clean happiness is not covered by the slightest sorrow, just as you see the round pebbles and the swaying water plants at the bottom of the river, it seems that they are not soaked and surrounded by the river water at all. .

Who did you meet in those years when you always felt like you were growing up? Who are you in love with? When did you find yourself being controlled by an unspeakable strange feeling? How do you speak, express, strive for liberation? You have so much doubt and rejection of yourself, how do you convince your tolerance to accept it? You feel that your uncontrollable desires and impulses are driving you into a dark and lost way. How can you regain your sense and direction for yourself? Faced with the embarrassment and disappointment that life has given you, how can you raise your head strong again to cover the dazzling sunlight with your hands and see the white clouds wandering freely in the blue sky. When you look back on the past that began to fade away more or less, how do you linger and smile because of those dazzling colorful paintings, and at the same time, you are willing to chew and reminisce about those dark, damp, ugly, twisted spots?

You know that you can't be as strong, burly, and bold as an oak tree, and you can't let yourself exude a heroic and valiant charm. Sometimes, even a small setback in life is enough to make you discouraged, full of loss, make you feel gloomy and painful, be at a loss, make you feel inexorable doubts about life and the future, and make you need a warmth you can rely on. Harbor. But you also know that when setbacks pass, you will never give up the opportunity to start over! You know that the end of the darkness is the sparkling beauty of midsummer, the shallow rainbow shadow hanging in the blue sky, the chasing of birds, the play of swimming fish, the transformation and rebirth that wash away the lead.

I love films like this, the youthful, pretty, energetic faces, the melancholy eyes oozing the longing for love, the panic over the spread of lust, the undetermined position of the self. There are also the transparent streams, the low-hanging green trees, the blurred eyes, and the restless mind. In the hot atmosphere of summer, the exposed body is shimmering in the cool water, trying to swim forward like a pursuit of life and true love, and the water is full of youthful wildness and shyness.

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