The days in paradise
Living in heaven people are happy, no wonder we all want to go to Heaven.
Sitting on the second floor, legs Rocker to the railing, narrowing his eyes, watching the distant mountains, the distant lake, and not far from the golden wheat fields. The sun shone on the body, warm. At this time, the senses have been fully mobilized, I saw the sun, I saw the wheat fields, I saw a golden harvest; I heard the birds singing and the wind; I smell the breath of autumn, I smelled well-being.
I lay under the sun, it is like a big long-haired dog, the sun shines on the body, shine. Every cell of the body in stretch, I, in heaven!
That is a hotel opposite the depot, lunch, music sounded, that the old revolutionary songs. The soldiers walked in twos and threes to hold their jobs playground. Think of happiness and hard times of military training, it is like an old film, memory, immersed in the yellowish hue, the vague and soft.
Sat next to the emperor, and fat, the same position. We have a tie-chatted days without a ride to work together after enjoying several days of complete relax tired.
Lunch time, a team of Taiwanese tourists arrive for dinner. Grandma and Grandpa's age is still so lively as ever to ride in Tibet is really commendable. Fat to the entertainment, then far away to see the fellow, naturally two tears in his eyes. Unfortunately, they did not stay here and go straight to arrive Bomi.
Heaven, they left us.
Rest for a while, could not withstand the beauty of the temptation to reach for the camera on the washed fields. We are surrounded by golden color inside.
A large pasture. Flocks of sheep and cattle. Sitting on the grass, lying on the grass, watching the blue sky, watching the cattle and sheep, I almost forgot to take pictures.
Toward Ran Wuhu, I was shocked once.
Hill around the lake, the green hills dotted with gray rock. That milky white, green, blue, yellow reconcile the lake under the sun jumped up, shining silver. But that is not a uniform color, the lake level by level, rolled out in front, from the immediate to the distant light green milk blue, and the not so sunny weather, a very harmonious paintings.
Close to the sea, began to become a swamp. Road, become increasingly difficult to walk, even if the end-result of a very careful selection, shoes, on the trouser legs still covered with mud.
A group of horses in the marsh on the grass. Dawdle her neck affectionately. Is very warm. Photographed. To the J's. He will like it.
Many people say that beauty of the scenery, when you think of the person is the person you love. If you identify true love can really be so simple, why in the world there are so many do not know their loved one, there are so many misunderstandings their minds their own people?
However, I think I really love him, though I hesitate to go to the place of a person, although I always adhere to their views, but this road, he always with me, sit safely in my heart.
Looked at which pairs of horses, happily to the world's love is really about, even the movements are similar.
Ha, I began to miss him, in such a paradise.
Paradise hotel room, there is a hanging of the sheep's head, just in my head. Night, just under her eyes hidden bitterness, and fell asleep.
Author: happylee
