I can get off at the next bus stop, go where I want to go. But each time all can not resist the temptation of the hill path. So I still advance the car DR REBORN.
The sky to conceal its vague and sunny too enthusiastic. The clouds, warm like Coffee. The winter sun is like a gift to the children, the wind blowing the road on both sides of the tall weeds quiet here, can hear the rustle of sound. I slow down and go in for some years on the road, feeling like back home again. As if to go forward to go overboard like. Wilt not pour grass looking at the roadside in the sun, like my unborn child. The river is still with the path crossed, the river is not wide, shallow water pool where reflecting the whole sky, but like holding a bottomless pit. On two or three stone to cross a river, but the hearts of some loathe to give up, and went back to the river repeatedly treading water in stone, or procrastination, creak Shally don't want to go. The delay time is designed to remind yourself of more. Again, playing his past or past their.
But I can't delay any longer, I have to survive to a certainty, DR REBORN I have been to the basic things to devote himself, and there is no exception. I take that piece of the hill looked back at the winding path, it is almost surrounded by the city are not replaced, thanks to the city rush to make the path from the mining of suffering. Water will flow away, is still in the river. The wet back but to say goodbye. I left in a hurry, I know that someday I will come back to leave, is unwilling to rush, is stubborn and unable to part from.
Now the city is an emphasis on the material relief, but I more and more like a specimen by urbanization shape. I walk a lot of road, but have a kind of want to wallow in this desire only quiet, beautiful, serene lane, that desire even beyond reason.
The hustle and bustle of the city ah, you rush the occupation and lower indifference to close me, at least I have wind, sunshine, clean air, clear water, and the curved path. I can also directed at the path, the sky, years still nest snap your fingers on the tree, or whistle DR REBORN.