The Unwavering Yearning for Yangmingshan

The wind in Taipei, with its unique gentleness, quietly brushes over Yangmingshan. Strolling along the winding paths of Yangmingshan, the wind feels like a lively spirit, freely weaving through the colorful flowers and dense forests. It gently lifts my hair, stirring the deepest emotions in my heart. Along the way, flowers sway gracefully in the wind, as if playing intimately with it, and their rich fragrance drifts far away with the breeze. Reaching the observation deck at the summit, the mountain wind becomes even more unrestrained. Gazing out, the city's silhouette appears faintly through the mist. At this moment, the wind feels like an invisible bond, tightly connecting the past and the present. Memories of laughter and joy shared with dear friends here play like a movie in my mind. Though we are now scattered across different places, the wind of Yangmingshan intensifies the longing. Even if this wind travels over mountains and seas, it cannot disperse my deep affection for Yangmingshan and the countless precious memories left in this mountain. This wind will always carry my yearning, year after year. In the days to come, whenever I think of the wind of Yangmingshan, a warm current will rise in my heart, anticipating the next reunion with it, to relive the beautiful moments of the past.