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What a fellowship, what a joy divine, Leaning on the everlasting arms; Leaning on the everlasting arms. Leaning, leaning. "Leaning on the everlasting arms" End credits song from the movie "True Things" Performed by: Cao Fujia/Wen Zhaoning I lay on the chaise lounge by the floor-to-ceiling window listening to this song. Mom is outside in the courtyard, taking photos of flowers here and there. Under the brilliant sun, the shadows of flowers stretch from the corner of the courtyard to the edge of the window—warm yellow, pink and white, bright, light yet reliable. In that moment, I understood that saying: we live only for these beautiful moments. We live only for some beautiful moments. Someone once told me about standing in front of a broken suomian pastry stall in Xizhou, watching the charcoal fire dance as golden pastries wrapped in rose syrup were flipped. Taking one bite, the sweet crispiness revealed the taste of everyday life... Others spoke of the March Street ethnic festival market, where hundreds of Bai grandmothers wrapped wild mushrooms in tie-dyed cloth, creating a colorful scene like a rainbow fallen to earth... My personal experience was driving from Xizhou to Taoxi Butterfly Secret Garden Estate. With the windows down, feeling the breeze, all the details around me—the breathing, light, time, and scents—felt so free. Passing by large greenhouses at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, I bought blueberries as big as cherry tomatoes, perfectly sweet and tart. Taking a bite, all those details and joys were magnified by the sweet-tart flavor of the juicy light green flesh wrapped in bluish-purple skin. A large box full for just 25 yuan per pound—sometimes you unexpectedly gain another kind of freedom: blueberry freedom! Most of the time, life doesn't need to chase after meaning; existence itself is poetry. Morning yoga practice, when dew glistening on leaves dampens the corner of your clothes; afternoon writing sessions at your desk, looking up to see the silhouette of Chongshen Three Pagodas reflected in the courtyard stream. Or perhaps stepping out to greet visiting guests, but before reaching the gate, being captivated by the green of horsetail plants half-lit by sunlight against the cream-colored courtyard walls, while the guests have already knocked on the wooden door of the compound. If I had to choose, the mysterious irises in the courtyard, the fresh and steady maples, the bright and lively cherry mouse tail flowers, and the delicate mountain peach grass all far surpass what people often pursue as so-called meaning.