Rural time, the same scenery

Life needs to wander around. The soul always has a place to yearn for. The distance is still far away. I'm brave enough to swallow my grievances and tears. The distant mountain, which is not hazy, is shrouded in a layer of gauze. It's shadowy. In the misty clouds, it's far and near. It's like a few strokes of light ink, smeared on the blue horizon. You can see the scenery through the window.