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Right Tundra in September
Chill wind is blowing every inch of tundra where moss and lichen dwarf and escort its soul. The first dew early in the morning is god’s tear melting into the fragile but dogged life. They sprawl the naked rocks and absorb only a little nutrient; they endure the extreme environment and even dedicate themselves to the herbivore depend on them, unselfish and calm.
Walking along the tundra, the snow in September is just like a fall tale extending the horizon. The eyesight is dimed not to see each other’s figure. Losing you in it and spinning with the snowflake, the sky, ground and people are linked closely. Another day, sunshine pierces into the thick cloud lays and awakens the sleepy world; with followed is the birds hidden in the grass reaching their heads to sing the sunshining world.
The sky takes on the azure color, white cloud is flowing leisurely. The glacier faraway seems to tell a beautiful story. Listener is listening by heart, and it is also stating by heart, again and again. Confronting the glacier, any words die out. Only the water current at the foot is singing a song about the life.
The blue sky projects itself into the lake; meanwhile, the lake also reflects the blue sky. When the sunset is coming, the surface of the lake twinkles, as the rolling pearls is floating on it, wondrous to behold. Right tundra in September is still buried deep in my life and never faded off. Right there waiting for me.
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[ Last edited by waitingwy on 2011-7-25 at 19:20 ] |
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