Pure flowers, pure small bridges

years ago, after reading a novel on the ravine Orchids of the hermit, no one on the rare to the stream valley produced a lot of fantasy. From my trip is always a small road leading to uncertain future - most people walked the road, will not be my choice.

remember one day, I sat in the rocking boat, and watched the river flooded a lot of trees, a little dizzy by the cool breeze blowing. river fish swim with the white scales to attract the cormorants and egrets peep. shallow side of the reeds swaying with Barred Plymouth Rock, a bird flying from time to time stepping stones. green feet show little duck duck a spectacular water floats, the water program opened a long spray, and then it begins to rattle cheers - not for their applause is very happy right?




stop my boat dock and saw the hill after the home Chuk Yuen numerous bits and pieces of the flower in full bloom, as if the original fireworks lit the wild, moment to spread to my soul. breeze was blowing when the continued to flower, sprinkling my body, so I stained pollen and flowers, and walk along the trails climb to the top on the petals.

growth and decay of mountains is the obvious place years has left a mark and see those old trees grow into dense tree today, you are saying rings How vicissitudes of life. overlooks the distant highway and residential areas, thousands of very thick bamboo forest The green, time to change the appearance of life in our face also left its mark. I look at sun through the pine needles dazzling light, blown dandelion white paratroopers around to see the direction they are flying toward the sun.

long weeds cover the mountain with a lonely grave, marble tombstone on the handwriting is already fuzzy, vaguely see the people have gone one cycle of the. tomb with a proudly erect behind the pine trees, pine tree about is the owner of the tomb when the species then be buried under it, have clung to for so many years. a bunch of red berries D. indica is sticking out mountain grave, attracted a bird pecking.




down from the hills, I reached a small forest of ancient ferry. where the black cobblestones below full of mussels and snails together, leading to the village of concrete bridges in disrepair, the bridge the first lion had disappeared, the stone white tiger Drum has also been blurred, with the exception, as always, clear flow of water under the bridge. here though,

things in the world as long as no contamination on the business, is so natural and pure. pure flowers, pure small bridges, not Zhanre trace people's greed and resentment. bridge hats come with a straw hat and the person it is also true. On the way back, a large banyan tree on the nest, the bird is being fed to the chicks called Cha. under the tree so people coming and going, no problem at all to live each day.

pure life of travel is in accordance with signs of appreciation of all things natural right to see his own life was also the case to see the landscape of pure, then it should also be appreciated smile. bloom not as a personal and open, Sheng Ming started the end is not for anyone to change anything. time is pure landscape, such as small bridges as simplistic.

I do not understand, when I confused the simple and pure life so complicated? Well, simple, pure again!