Forest feelings

Because I grew up in a small town near the mountain and by the river lake, mountain peaks towering so love, love the water a wide expanse of mist-covered waters, love nature and charming.

In the home behind the county, has a boundless marginal mountains. In spare time, I like to walk around alone NuHart, to no purpose, not for anything else, just ask some more far away from the city noise with the opportunity to get close to nature, seeking a broad space without worldly fetters world for body and mind.

When I sweat wheezing trudged reach forest; when this piece of that mountain just quietly unfolds in front of me; when I stopped to look up to it attitude into it, I felt comfortable leisure, quiet indifferent hitherto unknown.

"Mountain" the honest warm two words, I already in the heart gently calling for thousands of times overseas employment. I like this name, like the land of idyllic beauty, like the best friend.

Choose a rocky cliff gaze into the distance, magnificent; ornate; fascinating scenery panoramic view NuHart. The looming mountains to the horizon of unlimited extension, surprisingly light color, it is a mysterious color different from the gray are also different from light green, is a dim and a quality suggestive of poetry or painting faction of the romantic style, is a thick and heavy in colours of ink marks China landscape painting on a road, elegant chic. At this moment, I feel a kind of soul stirring beauty, a natural elegant elegant beauty. In fact, beauty all the time, not that we lack a pair of eyes to find beauty, but we are too careless.

The mountains and near and far different, bright and clear, sharp. Around the densely growing big and small, different varieties of trees. Some leaves have fallen out, leaving the sparse bare branches to stretch, hard trunk stand proudly; some trees on the remaining few Zhang by greenish yellow leaves, the tree attachment? Unwilling to leave; some trees still with luxuriant foliage, green green, but the green than other season that full of vitality, with some seasonal heavy strong; some tree leaves are red gorgeously Zhuiman branches, like a group are in full bloom roses; if a clump of lightly Flying Red Butterfly; as a sunny clouds. In the original and desolate winter, I feel the beauty of life, appreciate everything in nature, calm face NuHart.

I do not know is close portrait of contrast vision or vision, warm echo close range, all fit so perfectly harmonious, so understanding the seamless, perhaps this is the so-called complement each other, complement each other!

time

Tonight, dim moonlight. Look up to the sky, looking forward to see the bright star, but how to find only a wilderness. Late at night, this time there is no starlight this does not matter, but at the moment, but I scared to be at a loss what to do.

Always believe that, no matter when, as long as the looked up at the sky, will find that direction. Always believe that, as long as the true to life, always look forward to sincere harvest. So, I carefully record the touches every life in the sun, every ray of treasure journey, writing the one's real feelings, experience the life enrichment. Along the way, meet people, things, no matter whether joy, sadness, were carefully stored in the read words. With text, wandering days will not be too pale; there is text, to explain itself with numerous why. Perhaps, in front of the text also confused, now powerless, if one day, all the world can clearly explain, life is not just a simple trajectory, a tedious repetition. This way of thinking, some doubts also let it with patter relieved time. Perhaps in a future time, the experience of these troubles could witness his growth trajectory, precipitation of life of torture. The journey of life without reservation, future hope is good now, try to tolerance, tolerance to other people.

Look at the previous log, you will also feel fantastic, what kind of things will let myself forget the bloom of the season, what kind of sad will let their night endless wandering, and what kind of miss will make you afraid of look back look. A friend of mine said your words always lived sad elves, but writing is the night meditation with their own dialogue, not sorrow sad itself, but is a way to express feelings. Either the text or beautiful, or sad, life should be upward.

For a long time, alone, often like to be alone, when alone, I feel a kind of peace and satisfaction. Being alone is not lonely, it has nothing to do with character, just want to look at the meaning of existence in a world of his own. To be alone after epiphany, so make yourself get temporary peace. Alone day, will be more cherish friendship. Friends, life is not for the lonely, occasionally greetings, is constantly worried about the distance. Always imagine meeting you again the scene, always talking about everybody should get back together. Who knows, a turn, it is so difficult to meet again. But the greeting, blessing, season in early winter is not cold. Always and friends talk about former friend, once you mentioned are sweet smile. Tonight, friends, talked about the idea of grotesque when young, foolish behavior; talk about life and University, the experience of fare evasion, always lamented the lost time, the rapid. Some things want to come now is really absurd, but it is the youth, regardless of the consequences, be fearless love. Youth, there is laughter, there are arrogant, also lost, cruel. A road through the youth even cruel, always stab in our youth nostalgia, because there are a memory of our time together.

No sleep tonight, the star in the night sky will at some point bright. The text together, cherish the memory of the lost youth. Youth is used to smile and miss. May fade time into dust, "the memories into next year's spring mud.