Along the stone steps Managed Firewall Provider, hold a small pink umbrella alone, slowly climbing up and before you know it is climbing to the top of the mountain. Is the peak of the mountain, so I don't know, just have see route. Down the stone stairs, tread on thick soft leaves, aimlessly in the forest, a long time, for a long time.

 
Only birds warbling silence, ear.
 
Suddenly found himself lost, lost at the primary level in front of the stone steps. Stop, I silently standing around in the mountains, I glanced deciduous, pass in the jungle, pass in gray goo goo tianyu, but there are just green. The world shrunk down a forest, trees only me. How can I? I am confused about what to do, can only let the umbrella slipped silently, among the thick leaves bloom into a beautiful red flower. Light rain sasha vujacic get wet with me, get wet my heart . I helplessly on a tree stem meditation, the world has gone from me, who am I, where am I?

 
I was afraid You beauty, in such a mountain forest, seems to be empty. Lift eye looks, is qingming festival on the tomb of colorful paper flowers deep fragrance in the wind, like the feature in the movie. Paper flowers, it flies upwards the what, is in an earthly years only then to stumble, or in the memory of soft, at the end of life, or is it implies stranded difficult journey?
 
I'm really afraid, afraid to forget everything, forget the existence of this world is not just only I, there are a lot of it can forget and can't forget, a dream or nothing? But I still don't want to escape, I in love, love the quiet forest, like a poet haizi fascination with death. What ? I'm afraid, is afraid of quiet empty mountains, is a fear that the invisible imprisoned alone, or fear the desire and pursuit of my soul? I don't always want to and my soul to a vivid and moving dialogue, so I don't always want to escape from the hustle and bustle of busy, so I also in fear of silent vanity.
 
Close your eyes, my tears just flowed, rustling flowing...
 
Still raining...
 
In the martyr's tomb to watch in silence, look up before official class of figure of Buddha, at the primary level of stairs back to go down, I have never had the easy, as if has lead to the best of human in China. Suddenly heard a song like that "what is a love between the advent, call people as strong as death..." We're as strong as death, is not only love, I think. Bow down in front of the Buddha, I don't have to look at low eyebrow goodness to Buddha, I quietly asked: who am I , where I am.
 
Smiling Buddha not language , mountain forest remains silent.
 
But I no longer need to answer.