As the cups are exchanged, a round of clarity emerges, and the sparse smoke explodes in the moment of consciousness. Looking out the window to the right, the scenery on the left appears in a frame, the car window itself becoming a frame, enclosing the view outside. It has become a moving, reflected object. Traveling steadily through the forest with steel placed and streams flowing. The undulating, occasionally pausing greenery bursts with vitality, sometimes falling with the wind, willingly resting. I want to dance on it, passing over everything, until I'm floating in the air. If not, let me roll, crushed and being crushed, I can be anyone.

The most grateful thing is the booked guesthouse, in the mountains outside the tourist spots. Taking a bus requires crossing a mountain. Away from commercialization, many unexpected surprises were obtained. Undulating hills, large swaths of saturated greenery jump into view, often at a turn, the sunlight pours down, and unidentified insects chirp. Wrapped in such beautiful goodwill, I didn't want to step forward. It's understood how beautiful my own children are, with hundreds of photos, all clearly identical, but it brings great joy, how can one resist. When selecting photos, this one is good, that one is great, the strange feeling in my heart surges again, I think, it's probably some kind of calling.

I'm the kind of traveler who likes to stay in one place. Ribbons of mist will pass through at seven o'clock, the mountain peaks are bluish pink, there should be even greater surprises under the greenery, after all, it's so pure white. At dusk, everything turns yellow-green, the sun's last farewell brings autumn colors in a haze. Cold and warm, if not for staying for several days, how would I have seen it. Traveling alone, self-guiding completely. Stop when comfortable. Listen to the wind, waiting for it to kiss me. Splashing water, I warm it. I like to do creative work on the grass, covered in grass, the sun-drenched grass now has me. Two hours passed, and I don't know what I was thinking. Not a vessel, not a seed, I don't exist.

The home provides breakfast, incredibly fresh. Thinking of the wild vegetable restaurant near the school, the ingredients are all about being heavenly. If the food is fresh, it will have a divine aura, the taste itself is full enough, it will make people savor it for a long time. Furthermore, vision, hearing, and taste are fully concentrated in this small world, contributing completely to the spirit. Pineapple's sourness and sweetness complement each other, the salivary glands are immediately stimulated, saliva is oozing out while the food is still being chewed.

The camera cannot capture the fireworks blooming in my heart, I'd rather not pick it up. For dinner, I ordered a Viennese set meal, and unexpectedly, cherry sauce paired with lemon had a miraculous effect. Listening to the babbling of the stream, dinner lasted an hour. The couple next to me didn't exchange a word, facing the setting sun, finishing the main course and dessert, half of the beer still remained. Silence, waiting for the cold to come.

Doing nothing, thinking nothing. The encounter of breathing is two ripples. I probably have such a relationship with many people in the world.

推杯换盏，一轮睛空出现，寥落的烟雾在意识的瞬间炸开。向右侧的窗户看去，左边的风景出现在画框里，车窗是画框，框住了窗外的景色。它本身也成为了流动的、被映照的客体。安稳穿行在有钢铁置放、小溪淌过的森林。延绵的、偶尔停顿的绿意中、冒着生机，随风倒地，情愿一觉不起。我想在上面起舞，掠过所有，直至飘在空中。实在不行，让我打个滚，碾压与被碾压，我做谁都可以。

最感激的要数订的民宿，在景点之外的山里。坐公交要翻越一座山。远离商业化，得到了许多意料之外的惊喜。高低起伏的山丘，大段饱和色的绿意跃入，常常在一个转角，转位阳光酒下来，不知名昆虫叫着。被如此美好的善意裹挟，便不想把脚迈入。明白看自家孩子如何都漂亮，百八十张相片，明明一摸一样，心里欢喜得很，叫人如何作罢。选照片时，这个也好，那个也棒，心里的奇特感情再度溢上来，我想，大约是某种召唤。

我是那种旅游喜欢待在一个地方转的人。七点会有丝带般的云雾穿过，山尖是蓝粉色的，环绕在绿色之下应当有更大的惊喜，毕竟它那么洁白。黄昏一切都变成了黄绿色，阳光最后的挽留是在朦胧问带来秋色。冷冽与温情，倘若不是几天都驻足下来，我怎会看到。一个人旅行，自我完全引导着走。舒服时就停下来。听风，等待它吻我。潲水，我温暖它。喜欢就在草地上搞创作，沾满一身碎草，阳光草地都拥有了我。俩小时过去，都不知道想了什么。不是容器也不是种子，我不存在。

住家提供早餐，新鲜的不得了。想起学校旁的野菜馆子，吃的食材讲究一个仙字。食物鲜，就会有股仙气，本身的味道足够饱满，就会让人品味许久。再来，视觉、听觉、味觉完全集中于这小小一方天地，精气神完全贡献。菠萝酸和甜双管齐下，唾液腺立马被刺激，食物还在嘴里嚼着呢，滋滋往外冒口水。

相机拍不出我内心万朵烟花绽放的样子，我宁愿不拿起。晚餐点了维也纳套餐，没想到樱桃酱配上柠檬竟有奇效。听着溪水潺潺，吃了一个小时的晚餐。旁边夫妇一句话都未曾交谈，面对着夕阳西下，吃完了前餐主菜和甜点，啤酒还剩下了一半。静默，等待冰冷降临。

什么也不做，什么也不想。呼吸的相遇，是两道涟漪。我与世间这么多人，大概都是如此关系。