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Valley Rhyme
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The bus shuttles on the highway, taking Liu Jingxuan from the busy urban life to a distant destination. There are few passengers on board, and a unique sense of silence and loneliness permeates the air. Each person in the carriage is immersed in their own world, some nestled in a corner reading, some listening to music through headphones, and others, like Jingxuan, quietly gazing out the window or resting with their eyes closed.
Jingxuan sits by the window, her head lightly resting on the cold glass. Her eyes are closed, breathing steady and deep. The vehicle shuttles on the highway, entering a high bridge surrounded by mountains. She feels the subtle vibration of the vehicle, a sensation that makes her feel both reassured and distant.
The scenery outside the window changes rapidly like a series of paintings. At first, there are tall buildings and busy streets, the bustling city scene is dazzling. As the bus travels, these urban scenes are gradually replaced by the greenery of the outskirts. The fields and farmhouses in the countryside seem to tell her untold stories. In the distance, the contours of the mountains become clearer, and she sees layers of green, with mist shrouding the mountains like a mysterious veil.
As the bus travels onto the elevated bridge, she feels like she's entering another world. Below the bridge is a deep canyon, with towering peaks in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist. Sunlight shines through the window, casting warm patches of light on her face. The atmosphere inside the bus contrasts sharply with the magnificent scenery outside: quiet and lonely inside the bus, while the outside world is vibrant and colorful.
Jingxuan's head gently swayed with the rhythm of the bus, her eyes closed, breathing slow and deep. The sunlight outside streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on her face. In this journey, she seemed to find a brief escape, liberating herself from the pressures of daily life.
The bus traveled along winding roads for several hours before finally entering the highway leading to Cuigu. This route passed through magnificent mountain scenery and dense forests, with the road becoming narrower and more winding. As the vehicle slowly approached a tight curve, Jingxuan gradually awakened from her lightly swaying slumber.
The bus continued to move along the winding road, with the scenery outside changing constantly. The vehicle passed by magnificent mountain landscapes, each peak having its unique silhouette. These towering mountains surrounded the entire valley like guardians. The road gradually narrowed, with more and more curves, and the vehicle became particularly cautious at every turn. Deep forests enveloped the road, with tall, lush trees that occasionally allowed glimpses of sunlight flickering through the leaves. This road leading to Cuigu seemed like a path to a hidden realm, guiding travelers toward an unknown world.
Inside the bus, the atmosphere contrasted sharply with the natural beauty outside. Jingxuan's discomfort within the cabin was gradually intensifying. The air inside seemed filled with stale heat from lack of ventilation and the scent of cheap air fresheners, mixed with faint traces of fuel exhaust. These odors intertwined, making her feel dizzy. The cramped space made it difficult for her to find a relatively comfortable position on the hard seat. Her lower back and neck began to ache, a discomfort resulting from maintaining the same posture for an extended period.
She gently propped up her upper body, trying to alleviate the soreness by twisting her waist and stretching her arms. However, the space inside the carriage was quite limited, and her movements were greatly restricted. Jingxuan closed her eyes, attempting to relax her body and mind through deep breathing. Her breath felt particularly heavy in the stuffy carriage, as if struggling against the surrounding oppression with each inhale.
As the coach slowly moved forward, the natural scenery outside gradually unfolded. The lush green mountains appeared especially vivid under the sunlight, while the faint blue sky and leisurely drifting white clouds formed a captivating scene. The fresh air and natural tranquility in the valley contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere inside the carriage, making Jingxuan even more eager to step outside, take a deep breath of the fresh mountain valley air.
As the bus continued its journey, Jingxuan's discomfort showed no signs of easing. In addition to the stifling air and the hard seats, a new annoyance emerged. A woman sitting at the front of the bus seemed overly excited about their impending arrival at Cuigu; she picked up her phone and began speaking in a loud and rapid tone. Her voice echoed throughout the cabin, sounding chattering, sharp, and jarring.
Jingxuan felt a throbbing headache; the noise was nothing short of torture for her. In this situation, she decisively put on her Bluetooth headphones in search of some peace. The music playing was Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier, with the melody in C major flowing gently. The clear and elegant melody provided Jingxuan with a sense of solace for her spirit through its harmony and balance.
As the music flowed, Jingxuan's mood gradually calmed down. Bach's music seemed to possess a magical quality, rescuing her from the noise and discomfort of the train compartment. Wrapped in this tranquility, she closed her eyes, trying to immerse herself completely in the world of music. Each note in the music seemed to tell a story, providing her with a temporary escape for her soul.
This escape not only allowed her to momentarily forget the discomfort in the compartment but also sent her thoughts soaring to distant places. She imagined herself strolling along the mountain paths of Cuigu, surrounded by lush trees and fresh air, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city and its pressures. The peace and harmony contained in the music were exactly what she longed for at that moment and what she sought on her journey to Cuigu.
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