Place Of Purity

The crisp and melodious birdsong echoed in the country travel, and the faint morning dew swirled freely in every blade of grass. Big trees lined up neatly on both sides of the gravel, and there were a few ducks whispering to each other in the small curved pond. Of course, our steed was also watching silently in the first echo. Looking at the railing ahead and watching the pedestrians passing by. A kangaroo roams the open lawn, looking like a young girl in love. A rabbit also popped out in the jungle, obviously finding his own place in this cheerful festival. At this moment, spirits and you and me and they all come together to produce a natural music that makes this land colorful. O my soul, you quietly stole my heart’s longing, O my morning, you pushed me far away on the magical path.