Again the weekend comes. Very well to have a rest for the time being. I am really fond of this moment that I desire. After a week's work, I have finished piles of files.
Yesterday when I left the office, just by no particular reason, I walked to the West Lake again. Everyday on the way to work and back home, I am not adequate to spare time viewing its beauty.
When dawn fell the curtain of twilight, all was peaceful. Decoration of lanterns and lights on streets were shinning there, pedestrians wandered off from one spot to another through the alameda to end of corridor connected to another pathlet. As it is the spring, so the wind and the sound, air and breath, all of them make together a harmonious sensation. Words are speechless to describe the moved scenery.
When I was back from playground this morning, I saw many of trees with green buds on branches. Probably half a month later, it would be an ocean of greenery.
Very simple to lead the style on my own. Fresh air cleans off tiredness, gets rid of bad memories. It is new from everything I see through.
Now people almost have positioned. What about those who do not still come back? They must have another alternative choice to seek for better preparation. What if there is no turning point of going back? Go ahead, because the leaves have already rotten to fertilize earth and now we can only watch another round of blossoming. Impressed by beautiful stories left behind us which we retell legendary tales from generations to generations.