As Nature goes, death is the beginning of life and life is the beginning of death and this cycle continues.
The colorful season of autumn, the so-called gloomy season of fall, the rainy but passionate season has arrived and the rainy days keep many at home, but those who know the value of rain enjoy the wet face of the city.
My favorite seasons include fall, spring, winter, and summer, respectively. The leaves of the trees turn yellow and red, and little by little, the face of nature becomes colorful and unique.
Fantastic and deceptive appearance, although it is the beginning of death, no problem, in nature, death is the beginning of life and life is the beginning of death and this cycle continues. Maybe that's why I never underestimate or get discouraged by nature’s powers.
My friends and I go hiking once a week, in the middle of the week. At 5 a.m., we gather in front of "Father Park". It does not matter if we are few or many, we move from there to the mountains and it is not long before we find ourselves in the heart of mountain forests right above our small town.
At night, passing through the trees, the forest has a special wonder in the darkness. A mysterious and possessing feeling.
It is as if a bizarre witch has cast a spell on the jungle and taken over everything. The sounds, the feelings, and the calm of the night, at the same time, the fear and worry of it, fill the mountainous forests tremendously.
I recently bought a forehead flashlight, so I can direct my friends to the final destination in the wilderness at night time.
And the higher we go, the closer the sky gets to the sunrise and the closer to the highest mountain pick.
Then the whole city starts to gradually illuminate before our dark eyes. A sense of hope, a sense of freshness; And a sense of beginning again, though false, pervades our being.
A feeling called morning…