This year, I traveled across many corners of the Chinese mainland. Each place felt like a universe of its own, leaving a trace on my heart.
This summer, I visited Chengdu — a city where antiquity and nature speak in the language of silence.
The thunderous forest of Chengdu is as ancient as time itself. I arrived as a fleeting guest, dissolving into its breath. My hands reached toward the sky, as if trying to touch something greater than myself. Perhaps it was a silent prayer, gratitude, or simply a whisper: "I remember. I am part of this."
This forest doesn’t need people. But people need it. This image is not about one person — it’s about all of us: small yet bold, forgetful yet still capable of remembering.
Later, my journey took me to Xishuangbanna in the southwest of the Chinese mainland in Yunnan Province, at the edge of a lush jungle. There, I met the being that became the symbol of my summer — the elephant.
In that moment, the elephant’s calm gaze and gentle presence reminded me of our shared breath with all living things. Between ancient trees and winding rivers, I found a simple truth: our lives are threads in the same tapestry of nature, each one breathing with the pulse of the Earth.
As I carry these memories beyond borders, I invite you to pause and listen. In the silence of forests and the soft footsteps of giants, you might just hear your own heartbeat, echoing in the story of our planet.
Reference(s):
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