Begonia Valley

　　   Life is like the world of Begonia Valley — intricate and complex, an endless web of connections, where the joys and sorrows of the mortal world are beyond words, and one can never escape the embrace of leaves that shroud the sky. Begonia Valley, what a beautiful name. Walking on this land in the north feels like wandering through Xishuangbanna. Gazing up at the blue sky and white clouds, surrounded by emerald peaks and lush forests, the pristine beauty of the primeval forest strikes the heart again and again. Wandering through this tangle of weeds and swaying trees, you can't see the grand views ahead—only winding paths snake through the woods, stretching deeper into the forest. A stream, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, bounces along the mountain gullies, playing nature’s celestial music like a jade pendant swaying and chiming. Moving ahead alone, I wander lost among the vast woods. No one knows my thoughts. Coming to Kang County this time, I was in low spirits, weighed down by the tangled mess of life’s concerns. Wandering through these spiritual mountains and wise waters, I could never tear myself away from the landscape. Under the blazing sun, Begonia Valley lies in deathly silence. Reflecting on these past days and everything yet to come, this place feels like a paradise where the soul can reside. Just walking there alone, listening to the murmuring stream, pushing through the woods to see the creek, is like leaving behind the dusty, troubled mortal world to witness a pure maiden dancing and singing gracefully on a lonely grand stage. I want to cheer softly for her.