山不語

山不語，卻教人沉默。 樹影搖晃的午後，我在時間的縫隙裡，聽見自己慢下來的呼吸。 不需要回答，也不需要證明什麼。 風會替你整理心緒，雲會替你說出沒說的話。 於是我明白原來安靜，不是退避，而是一種更深的存在。 The mountain says nothing, yet teaches silence. Afternoon trembles with the swaying of trees in the cracks of time, I hear my breath slowing down. No answers needed, no proof required. The wind will sort your thoughts, the clouds will say what you could not. And so I understand silence is not retreat, but a deeper way of being.