Far distant Aoyama Aoyama Not just in this past March in (but warp), in a day filled with pain - the last German offensive launched it with a Sunday, I boarded the tall Castle Peak it? It is good that the sun's weather, on the southern slope of the rich smell of wild fennel, the distance of a golden sea. I dressing the moncler coats and bent grass, warm the cheek, because that side of the new look of terror and comfort, this attack took place in four consecutive years after the war, increasingly appears to Kulie surprising.
"I hope it all end!" I said to himself, "then I can come here, to all the lovely places I am familiar to, and not so depressed worried for my cause with the under the hands of every tick, there is a group of creatures brutally trampled. ah, but I can - is this thing Lu always end it? "
Now we have finally reached the end, so I once again boarded this Castle, the head is bathed in the October sun, the sea a distant golden. At this time no longer feel my heart spasm, who is no longer toxic atmosphere invasion. Peace, and still somewhat difficult to believe. But then are not too nervous to go Listen to the never-ending rumble of guns, or to watch those dead people, goods and rifting of injury death. Peace, and peace is really it! The war continued for so long, we have a lot of people seem to have forgotten the August 1914 war broke out at the beginning of a sense of the kind of fury and dismay. But I did not, and never will.
And some people in our - I think actually a lot of people, but they could not express it - this war will give them the main left this feeling: "I wish I could find such a country , where people are no longer our concern has always been concerned about those, but beautiful, natural, love one another treat each other. I hope we can find the distance of the Castle Peak tall! "Intuit Kelituosi on Russia's Psalms, on Shengfuxisi high wind, in every country today, as the dew on the grass in the wind, as vague as can be seen as soon as possible. Or idea that is different from our past, and now we have the illusion shattered. But peace has come, after all, people who recently lost the ghost massacre of the total will not be filled as we breathe and in our chest.
A sense of peace in our day by day thinking is increasingly becoming increasingly real and connected with the well-being. In this moment I have been able to live for Castle Peak on their own in such a beautiful world and praise God. I can cover in this warm sun Zhixia Enron sleep without sleeping and then past that Ge sickly stricken. I can even cheerful mood to go to dream, dreams will not wake up after the break, and even made a nightmare, opened his eyes will all disappear. I look up to check that the rectification blue skies and not a sudden glimpse of where the drag of a long list of grim horror of the illusion, or people who are doing out on all the wicked so badly. I was finally able to clear sky gazing motionless, then the clarity of the blue, without being affected by heavy-hearted moment of the arrest led; or that Guangyan overlooking the sea, without fear wave of killings and the surface will float again bloody.
A variety of birds flying in the sky, gulls, white-billed ducks and those who remained in the white between the brown eggs Kengbian small things for me are happy, they are so free, not bound by a love Ming thrush is transferred in the BlackBerry leaves, where the leaves of the morning dew has dried. Light as the moon is still hidden onion skin floating in the sky; the distance from time to time came the familiar Salar; while the sun is warm my cheek. That everything is happy. Here see ferocious eagle swoop down terrible, put a happy bird Juequ. There no longer feel apologetic uneasy conscience to call me from among the pleasures walking,because the moncler jackets, Full of infinite joy, perfect. This arrogance around, whether you look at the front of snail shells, Carve portrait is so fine, seems like a fairy tale elf fine head angle, and angle-side for Vivi color; or overlooking the sea from here to along the Ping Wu, it is floating in the afternoon under sunny smile, almost to life again, there is no hedge, an open, bright and piercing, but there are many trees, there is the silver gull, flying in the color of the land or mushrooms between the lush green fields; whether you gaze is that this strain of small pink daisies and lament about its untimely, or attention that the Mungo trees reddish brown gray brown, white below the clouds hanging low on, Shadow float - everything is so beautiful, it is only natural in a sunny weather, and that those who enjoy nature exceptionally relaxed mood when, in order to see.
Castle in the top of this, I am the difference between war and peace also realized more thoroughly than usual. In our general life, little has changed almost everything - we did not receive a lot more butter or more petrol, the cloak of war hanging over us with the equipment, newspapers and magazines is also imbued with hostility and hatred; but mental or emotional, we feel a great difference indeed, it gradually died after a long illness or a gradual recovery of a huge difference. It is said that the outbreak of the war, there was an artist behind closed doors, locked himself inside the home and garden, do not provide the newspaper, not guests, cutting the ear does not hear the voice of play, the eye does not see the shape of war, However, myself and others to paint flowers every day - just do not know how long he continued this way. This approach is not he smart, or he felt the pain than those who do not know who to avoid more powerful? Is a company on his head the sky can open the way to avoid it? Even their own kind of disaster can be generally indifferent to it?
Gradual recovery throughout the world - the great flowers of this plant life slowly replay - in the person's feelings and impressions, but then the United States is indeed what happened. I put the palm of your hand pressed severely on the grass, and then hands off, watch the grass slowly look straight over, take off its damage. Our own situation is true. The trauma of war has deeply into our body and mind, as the frost penetrated as land. In order to beat bloody awful things in the battle, care, advocacy, text, fortifications, and meter various aspects of countless people trying to marsh, few people are out of the war only to do the real enthusiasm . But, strange to say, four years to write one of the most beautiful poetry that Julian Karen Phil "into the war! "The war was actually indulge for Acura! But if we can fight from the first tone horn that all men and women after the war issued by the deep curse all come together, but even those who lament as much altitude is also enveloped the ground dressed as ever.
But that's where the beauty and love "Castle" left us a long way off. When it will be more recent? I even people of this mountain is lying Yan fought. According to here with chalk marks on the grass of the fortifications, where the building has accommodation over the soldiers. Good day and night, lark's song, flowers and grass, fit and joyous, fresh air, clear, solemn stars, and Hee-sun, there is the clear song and Man Wu, honest friendship, all this is People do not eat to the hungry. But we have chosen to go chase that turbidity general fate. So the war will never stop it? ... ...
This is four years and four months since I have never experienced the joy, freedom of thought allowed to fly, that serene as the sea gently hit the wind, it being as clear light on this Castle.