小山水 Little Mountain and Stream

我不是磅礴的山，也不是浩瀚的水，病中的身軀羸弱如溪，蜿蜒於歲月的縫隙間。然而，我仍流動，仍映照著天光，微小卻不曾停歇。世人仰望高峰，而我願做一抹小山水，雖不壯闊，卻頑強生存，在自己的天地裡堅持奔流，輕輕呢喃著生命的勇敢。 - I am neither a towering mountain nor a vast river—my body, weakened by illness, is like a small stream winding through the cracks of time. Yet still, I flow; still, I reflect the sky—fragile, but never still. The world admires excellent peaks, but I choose to be a little mountain and stream—perhaps not grand, yet resilient, persisting quietly, whispering the courage of life.