๐๏ธ๐The Western Sichuan in my eyes
The snow-capped peaks glow with a quiet, cold light in the distance,
the meadow stretches out in soft green,
and the small lake rests like a mirror, holding the sky within it.
The wind is gentle, time slows down,
and standing here, it feels like you donโt have to do anythingโ
youโre already softly held by the world.
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