 Wysłany: Pon 4:12, 28 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Forest essays _3250 |
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| Forest essays
closed all day in the modern buildings themselves, just as a Shuangda eggplant, boredom, depression, manic entanglement, I would like to use nature to wash away the gloom of my heart, that I miss the green onions and dried , flowers of the forest. choose a mountain not far from the city, and a friend, carrying luggage, in a bright Sunday morning off. deep stone paths, feeling that only us deep forest, came the faint chirping of birds, we are talking slightly, I am afraid to sleep woke up this concentration of the world, the bamboo swaying, towering pines and cypresses,ghd piastre, several flower unknown flowers blossoming in the rocks next to the natural opening in the cool of the morning, the sun through the tree, stripping stripping slightly stained, cast the coins in one place, we took off his socks, carrying shoes and gently step on the cool pebbles on the soles of the feet while the cool and pain. long time, the sun like a red ball hanging in the air, while the trail was hidden in the shade and depth on both sides of the water Pitt, especially the fresh and quiet, not the least bit Zaore, then to more pedestrian Cancan together, they may also fear quietly disturb the world, laughed and talked softly. A pine tree at the edge of the cliff twine, we could not guess how many rings, four curious people around the tree, holding hands around again. Then an ant climbed my feet, under my government body and its whisper, asked it interesting in the mountains, is seen holding flowers on the fairy child often heard adults say, a fairy in heaven, because heaven loneliness, to see where the water is clear and quiet environment, I often come here to play with the birds bathing, Cancan land and a regular guy in this mountain firewood in love, after the Queen Mother knew, took a young man killed, young man died, was buried in his Fairy in the mountains, several thousand years, and this fairy Periodically, holding Xianhua came to this mountain, remember her lover. Anybody who met her, definitely unmarried and you love with, married, and lives a happy marriage. We are tired, in a bar and sat down on the stone benches, and we are proud to lament our country, after all, is a civilized ceremonies, so much forest, so many people coming and going, competition is so clean and refreshing, not yet finished sigh. Down the hill carrying two baskets of the elderly, men are more than seventy years old, has gray hair, the woman has more than sixty of the bar, while he walked, while picking up litter and visitors to throw garbage on the side and watch them flow a sweat, and I handed them mineral water and after they chatted, in fact they are two couples, retirement later this mountain, I saw that there is garbage everywhere. Since then in addition to wind and rain to the mountains every morning to clean up the garbage, I asked them to do hard work paid it? Venerable Master Kao hearty laugh who said: back the two old people watching, not the same as this quiet away from the hustle and bustle of the world's forests alone stay in a quiet and elegant it? In this greed, fame and fortune in the world, and always adhere to the share of fragrance. Suddenly, there is a strong competing impulses and consciousness. Whether removing the share of the pride, would lazy, would compete. To give myself an indifferent, and let the sinking, mania, anxiety and feelings of greed in this path of the head sway. I believe when I went out of the mountains when the sun shines. Creator ah! Please run in the future and the way we stand on, for my safety and the Department of distant places several of these stone paths it quiet. |
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