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所有的风景都不能永远，
层林尽染，在山的背后坐守天边落日。
山可以无动于衷，可以依次优美，
打开折叠的心情，铺成织锦，
一截给嘉陵，一截给长江，
就顺其自然了，放弃或者坚持。
只要头上的天空还在，有鸟飞，
只要太阳明天照样爬上来，有温暖，
只要凡·高的向日葵不死，有色彩，
只要山水以外的蔚蓝快乐，有海啸，
那么，把手平放在胸前，
做深呼吸，从一数到无限。
山成为风景还是山，水成为风景还是水，
都不重要，重要的是，自己成为自己。
No scenery can always stay
Serried woods deep-dyed, reaching the horizon
Where the setting sun sits beyond the furthest moun tain
The mountains can be indifferent, can show off their beauty
Unfold the heart, turning it into a brocade
Half for Jialing River, half for Yangtze
Give up or follow up, just go with your heart
If the sky exists above, birds will fly
If the sun rises tomorrow, earth will warm up
If Van Gogh's sunflowers live, colors will glow
If the blue beyond the mountain and water is happy
The ocean will surge
Then cover your chest with your hands
Take a deep breath, count from one to infinity
The scenery of mountains is still mountains
The scenery of water is still water
None of these are important
The important thing is: be yourself