If something is a man to do will be better, I think it is climbing.Today I went climb mountain, a person there.Although the original plan to is and friends, but later I found out a person's feeling is very good. Don't give in to the others to adjust your own pace, don't force yourself walk, want to stop when he stopped to look at the scenery, feel, natural breath, regulate's emotions.My purpose is never the top of the mountain, I want is just the sort of along the way mood.In fact this time I also really has not completely on the top of the small wutong, in fact, I am in it at the foot of the cool hall to stop. Several and my way of people told me on said, almost, hold on, you can conquer small wutong, there will be more as you watch the beauty.But I already feel enough, to here, just to the cool hall.
In this cool down the hall on the kind of amazing when government, and the beautiful, have far beyond the expected imagination. I felt my head no spare location, it is full white mist curl up under the vast hazy.Perhaps you can say I am a very not ambition, not motivated people, because I really do not have too big to conquer the feeling. My thoughts, like and no meaning. Conquer Whether to conquer a mountain or a man, are not my good. What I have good, pursuit of what it is and I haven't clear. But this time the number of wutong mountain, I have a lot of comprehension, such as natural, such as the great human small, such as my ignorance, such as the return of earth in addition to death and in many ways.The moon between loose as Clear spring stone upper reachesIn the beginning, I put up when the mind is always emerge this a few words. Loose stone, between the moon last spring, up the crawl and I had also read out, by boy saw my one eye, the look in the eyes contain thick smile.
I think he is probably laugh my poetic and I are now in strange, neither the moon shines in loose, and no clear spring between flows through the stone, why do I have a such a mistake feeling.May be climbed to 400 is not a staircase, I had to stop to have a rest. By the side of the road in a tree not well-known tree, I closed my eyes on the blow. The sun through a gap in the leaves on the crumbling slab. About just for a moment and is what I suddenly opened his eyes that as soon as flickers, I see the light above the leaves behind the sparkle of the morning and the floor is constantly in the shadow of the branches of the quiver mutual set off. The former is like the moon, fantasy, hazy asperses full forest and the latter is like a shade, vibrant, springs of life, slowly in the cold tablets, through the leaves of the voice rang loud brawl that spring. Sound-ding-dongLip Angle to dredge up with a cheerful smile, originally I along the way of all not is an illusion. That is a real beauty, not in the evening WangWeiShi moonlight clear focuses instead of the more clean empty open-minded the beauty of lasting appeal. The forest there really, really have clear spring moonlight, it in vision, in the top of the senses, in our imagination.
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