这是一个采蘑菇的季节! 古老的森林中, 提着竹篮, 穿越岁月洗礼后的老树, 长长的胡须拖曳透明的蛛蛛丝. 跨越树与树的间隙, 无意被它们捕获, 享受那战栗而诡异的快乐! 脚下墨绿色的土地, 发出湿润的味道, 隐藏在草丛里的精灵, 不会被轻易的捕捉! 静下心, 聆听它们委婉的语言, 不要被它们的外表迷惑. 静静的, 不要呼吸! 感受那鸟啄, 虫鸣与动物嘶喃. 慢慢的眼花而缭乱, 这座美丽的森林! 把你吸引到心脏, 看不到尽头的边缘! 忽然, 烈鹰飞过, 留下苍白的尾痕! 森林已略显昏黄, 低头凝视脚边爬行的蜗牛, 另一只青蛙快速跳向不远的小溪. 小溪? 对了! 有水必有路, 顺着水的方向, 逐渐开朗, 走出了魔幻之地!
第二日, 开始惦记着那片森林, 心神不定, 迷迷糊糊, 又疯狂的向它奔去!
It’s season for picking mashrooms. In a old forest, I passed through the ancient with a basket. Was caught by the transparent spider net which hanged on the old tree’s long beard. I was enjoying the tremble and strange joy from these spider net. The deep green grass under my feet gave big moist smell. The forest’s small demon, mashrooms, hides in the thick patch of grass, could not be easily captured. Keeping quiet and listening to their beautiful language, but not be attracted by their face. Guided to the heart of the forest, way out not to be found. I saw a frog jumping to a small water, followed the water back to start.
Mike S.
. Best, Clive