Smell of Ink
12-07-2008, 03:34 PM
It's the sky of December.--A canopy of winter that is hugging the whole snowy world gently from above. Boughs that have already shaken free of all their heavy, troublesome leaves are now dancing violently with unspeakable glee in the air with the rhythm of wind.
It is at this typical moment, when I turn my eyes accidentally to the crystal clear window, from which the cool winter sunlight pours into my heart through my eyes like a shiny waterfall. I see that shy, nimble creature clinging to the old rough tree trunk, tentatively touching the blade of a winter grass with its small forefoot. Its eye glints with pure sunshine like a precious dark gem.--A expression of pure curiosity, untainted innocence, and tender naivety and youthfulness! Its swarthiness forms a vivid contrast with the vast whiteness of the snow. Yet in such a pale enormous world, it seems like a lonesome black dot too small and humble to be bestowed with care.
In the next second, swiftly, it darts away out of my sight, leaving a line of tiny footprints on the stainless snow. Unconsciously, I'm deeply moved by its youthful carelessness and the sudden realization that this lovely squirrel is the only one that's still lively and fresh in such a dreary scene!
Under the blue winter sky so clear as if cleansed with a piece of medical cotton, I am quietly being filled with plain happinese and content by this beautiful and miraculous encounter that's not to be known by any souls in the bustling world just a breath away.
It is at this typical moment, when I turn my eyes accidentally to the crystal clear window, from which the cool winter sunlight pours into my heart through my eyes like a shiny waterfall. I see that shy, nimble creature clinging to the old rough tree trunk, tentatively touching the blade of a winter grass with its small forefoot. Its eye glints with pure sunshine like a precious dark gem.--A expression of pure curiosity, untainted innocence, and tender naivety and youthfulness! Its swarthiness forms a vivid contrast with the vast whiteness of the snow. Yet in such a pale enormous world, it seems like a lonesome black dot too small and humble to be bestowed with care.
In the next second, swiftly, it darts away out of my sight, leaving a line of tiny footprints on the stainless snow. Unconsciously, I'm deeply moved by its youthful carelessness and the sudden realization that this lovely squirrel is the only one that's still lively and fresh in such a dreary scene!
Under the blue winter sky so clear as if cleansed with a piece of medical cotton, I am quietly being filled with plain happinese and content by this beautiful and miraculous encounter that's not to be known by any souls in the bustling world just a breath away.