There are not many beautiful things in the world, so why can't we keep a feeling in people's hearts forever and make her beautiful forever? Why are you so cruel and unwilling to keep even this little bit?
Walking into the crimson cherry blossom forest on the misty mountain road, the thick fog makes it difficult to see anything clearly. The cool wind blows, bringing the fragrance of cherry blossoms mixed with the scent of trees and earth. This natural smell is particularly fresh and special in such an early morning. Every time I take a breath, I can feel that I am surrounded by trees, earth, cherry blossoms, and fog. It is an indescribable feeling, and it feels like I have been assimilated.
Looking at the mountains in the distance, clouds and mist surround them. It looks like a Chinese painting placed directly in front of you for people to appreciate. When I was a child, whenever I saw the beautiful scenery in front of me, I always thought it was a fairy mountain with many gods living in it. I always said to my father: "Dad, how about you drive to that white mountain, and we can go find the gods to play." My father just smiled and told me: "The road we are taking is not going in that direction, and that is not where we want to go."