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The setting sun is like a kind old
man, his eyes shine on the orange light, the sunset glow as if a pair of gentle
hands repeatedly touched every one grass in the earth. Unload the majesty of
the mask at work, I like to quietly slip out of the company, walking aimlessly.
The spring scenery recurrent fuzzy path, I return to nature as a bird, fly
freely.
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The path leading to the river, a reed hung over, the
dry reed flowers hanging, especially eye-catching in the sunset. Unseen figure
by the river and saw a few white seagulls, hidden in green in springtime.
How happy the
scenery, what time do you start from far away from my heart? Suddenly remember
once upon a time, when spring comes, my friends and I wait toward the mountain,
pick azaleas, a big bunch of flowers to hold back, with the glass bottle
containing water keeps the flaming childhood. After school, we enjoy chasing
golden canola flower cluster, or with people who drove cattle, pick mushrooms
in the hills, take a leaf Barley playing brilliant time.
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Now, the most recent scenery, I wasn't able to visit a
few times. Often run in each city, back and forth lightning; friends from faraway,
a short call, a few words of simple greeting, in a hurry to hang up. Not to
mention especially visit, deep in conversation with trees, even the once gave
me the infinite vitality and good memories of spring, also more and more distant
and none.
There is no let
your heart beat scenery, nor the horizon and everlasting. But the distance,
across the sand flood, and makes the following was blown, let the dog walkers and fisherman, thought is the specter of
"floating". The grass on the river is so charming, a warm southerly
breeze ripples, the night is blurred, can enjoy graceful light and shadow in
the fog. Fisherman fishing, or in the sunken ship sway in the wind and rain,
every day, occurred in front of story, is a rare scene.
Person's life, there are too much
tired and helpless. Silent years, it has been surrounded by beautiful scenery,
we completely ignored by us in the time of flow. The regression of walking, is
a natural, let me to rediscover the grass inside. I just want to walk in the
quiet road, some people, some things, clean and fragrant, not disseminated by
worldly distractions...
