Since he left a beautiful and remote hometown crowd in a busy bustling city life, the right flavor of green came from a gradual manner without the thought of forgotten dreams of. On the day the city smoked dye, has already reduced the bottom of my heart desire for a return to natural share of the original wild impulse, more are living the life ever after, with the waves, like the flow of people be content with reality, content with harassment to. I even have no time to stop and to ask themselves: Have you still remember that the taste of fresh green Mody?
In fact, our ancestors originally came from the depths of nature, blood each other how could I not remember this?
When I was 40 minutes by car from the city into the eastern foot of Helan Mountain Villa of the blue one, blue eyes threw herself into the sky, green trees skirted the windows and fresh air rushing toward us with impunity, I know, I remember! I breathe deeply, drunkenly close your eyes and let the pure air slipped across the front nose.
Ah, revive a feeling! The green mountain, green water, green natural, green air, as well as the green taste.
At that moment, I am once again keenly realized that, no matter how the proliferation of things, people, always the most cordial attachment to nature. Gazes out at the plants, and a sudden, I forgot tired, forget the big fuss over, forget that tired. I am open-minded, so eyeful of green flood coming to me, left to their invasion of my body, invasion of my heart, my soul infiltration, a primitive warmth rising from the bottom of my heart. I clearly feel that the natural life in flying, blue sky in the talk, the soft breeze in the whispers. I tried to stretch their ears to hear clear what they are saying can also not understand how their language. I secretly visualize, they must have been accusing me of recklessness in bringing the city with noise and complexity, there is bound to discuss their breeding ground to scare away the long-secluded quiet and empty bar.
Jog trot being green crowded narrow channel, the dolls of the poetic mind gradually become active again. Blue sky, slowly the clouds, towering the Helan, murmur of flowing water, Jojo's birds, Xu Xude breeze, Cheng Cheng sunsets, long period of silhouette. That love that scene, so my eyes will soon become blurred, as if their own exposure, and is no longer a Blue Lodge, but the paradise described by Tao Yuan-ming, the atmosphere of a family of three fully integrated into the natural life of the pastoral romance. I hastened to deep breathe, for fear of missing the poetic fresh air inside.
I was moved even more, is that stream-line dancing, full of spiritual characteristics of residential areas, a seat just like in precious stones inlaid in the Hills endless green sea, complement each other, elegance will occur, not tell a green surrounded by residential areas, or residential squeeze the Green. Allowed to gaze longingly up, some like a crescent, and some just sprouting like wild mushrooms, and some like a farmer's head rain hats for sun protection, and others appear extremely high loess slope land brothel. Each one is a poem, are linked through the line of sight, vivid painting of a village.
Every time into a residence, I could not help but touch the house a scene and each object. I am hopelessly in love with them, like they are chiseled and rough surface, inadvertently glide your fingertips, sparking sensitive antennae straight to mind, both touching the years such as rings, more like touching their own growth trajectory. Although the induced somewhat sigh, a bit sad, but exceptionally friendly and arouses nostalgia. Often this time, I will not hesitate to move away. I'm afraid, I will wake up in the original wild enmesh walking legs.
People always run around a busy life, so I have to go, even though I am here is so obsessive. However, in the walk, I will not forget that a Villa Orchid Review affectionately, and then naturally, close your eyes, do a deep breath.
I have to remember, and always remember, and this return to the natural taste of life.
