It occurred to me that I have not always seen the beauty of fog, until one morning, on which I took a walk in the very early hour of the day. It was a particularly cold, grey and densely foggy November morning. The whole neighborhood quarter where I live has been covered by fog since…
a little imaginary reindeer
The woods in autumn has its own beauty and magic. As I walked into the woods, I felt like entering the magical world. The air is very fresh and cool there. All of the botanics are lively. The moss on the sidewalk is deep green. There are here and there some singing sounds of the…
on the search for spring
I am eagerly waiting for spring. The sun still hides its face sheepish behind the cloud. The wind blows its cold voice into the air. Is spring coming? Well, she is not there yet. Some vegetations are still sleeping , others are awake. On the search for Spring, I know she is coming soon.