Crisp birdsong rippled high in the forest, and this sunny winding path was flanked by russet red-shirted trees, its trunks straight and straight, its branches stretched out in layers, and its distant path was no longer visible in the densely wooded places ahead.

The shrubs and grass on both sides are covered with autumn leaves, and it is natural to have a sense of freedom to wander in nature, that is, when you are busy with work and encounter a barrier, look up at the outward place outside the window.

She looked at the blue river on her right, and the long leaves of the lake that were sticking out of the water were swaying in the direction of the road where they had come, and the gentle reeds were swaying in the wind.

Far away on the other side of the river, the sun shines through the mist through the sky. Shoot. In the glow of the sun, there is a dense forest of crimson deciduous leaves.

Even when she walked, she opened again. Opened a double. Arms, breathe it with trees and flowers. Fragrant. Fragrant. The taste. Road.

"I'm in a good place!" The young man beside her smiled, in fact, even he enjoyed the purest original scenery here, and it was easy for people to have a beautiful and healing feeling.

At least from this moment on, both of them had been immersed in the place, and walked down this piece of dirt with loose and soft red shirts and fallen leaves.

"I can't say that you brought it, or because of our city, otherwise I wouldn't have traveled all the way with you." As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly to look at the height of the straight red shirt, the layers of intertwined thin branches, as if depicting a dark and slightly dyed monochrome ink painting in the blue and light clouds.

Under the bridge at the edge of the creek, a father in his thirties and his teenage son fished by the river, perhaps the only one they had seen in so long. Violent. Dew. The figure under this natural sky, a pair of reds appeared at the bend of the woods in front of them. Man. Green. Even his father looked back.

It is natural for people to have a beautiful girl in their hearts, and there will always be a man with the same demeanor next to her, appearing in this secluded forest, which makes people feel that there is an ethereal deep forest. Green jade. Water. The picture of the world hangs here.

Sure enough, there was a car parked on the bridge, and I saw some in a more distant place, and after a while, two leaves gently fluttered in the air on the roof of the car.

Even though the two of them walked so slowly admiring the view, their father, who was fishing by the river, saw their figures disappear into the darkness through the cracks of the small bridge and the redwood forest.

On either side, every three or four meters, there are stone pillars embedded in the cement of bluestone, two meters high, and a dome of dark sandalwood is erected above, but it is not tightly enclosed, perhaps because the artist himself designed it this way, and the three-meter-long and wide square gap crosses the top of it.

The yellow-green leaves are dense on the branches that stick in, and the sunlight shines brighter on the sandalwood next to it, and also forms a strip of light in the corridor below it, and in the world outside the corridor, perhaps because there are fewer trees, the light is a little bright and dazzling.

"Do you see, there are gaps in the planks, and you can't sit here on a rainy day." She stood to the right of the young man, her gaze fixed on the branch and leaf in front of the brown lattice plank. The leaves of the rest of it had fallen on the pillared stone bench lying at a ten-degree angle diagonally down the corridor below, but for a long time no one sat down, and a layer of dust had accumulated, and she thought of a poem she had learned in middle school, and it was still brewing in her heart.

When the young man next to him looked around, he pointed to the one-story building behind him that was quite integrated with this deep forest: "Look at whether there is a toilet over there, it looks like, go now." ”

"There's a way back." She said rather blandly.

But he still walked ahead: "Anyway, I didn't take this road just now, so I should take a look at the scenery. Hue. Finish. As he spoke, he looked back at her expression, and it was obvious that he didn't really want to go.

In fact, it is more than 20 meters, through this glass door can see a few tables, chairs and sofas, it is the light brought by the sun, he is a little unwilling, and walked more than ten meters ahead, and when he looked around it, he really couldn't hide the bathroom.

They quickly walked down the corridor and stepped on the iron bridge, which was full of gaps, and through the cracks in its deck, they could see the ripples floating directly below. Yellow. of the whole fallen leaves.

She still had the illusion in her mind that if the phone landed on the bridge deck covered with iron plates, it would probably pass through the cracks between each of its pieces. The gap falls into the water, and in the shot of the river from this angle, she is white., tender, repaired. The long right hand is inadvertently clenched., tight. Some.