A Long Time
There's always a stage, a particular moment, when a vibrant, enthusiastic state turns into languor, and then for a long period, one is filled with melancholy. Each time this happens, one longs to retreat to a quiet, serene place, sit on a moss-covered stone step, listen to the babbling of a mountain stream, and inhale the fragrance of birds and flowers. One doesn't think of anyone, nor does one look at the chaos of the world; one simply takes a cup of emotion and offers it to the mountains and rivers.
I've thought of many ways to dispel the heaviness of a depressed mood, and my gaze finally fell upon that bamboo forest. I believe that such lush, vibrant green will nourish my eyes in this season. A friend said that the bamboo forest isn't as beautiful as I imagined. Actually, I don't need beauty,
I want to find a moment of quiet and peace in the deep green corridors of bamboo, in the heart of the bamboo forests, and seek a coolness and serenity.
