I never thought that I would be interested in travelling. The only thing I have in mind when I was growing up is to help my parents to make life better. I don't even dream to be rich; just to see ourselves not struggling is already a blessing for me.
It was during my high school years that I got this fascination. We have to go to a certain place for study purposes. The place was miles and miles away, but my group about 9 or 10 manage to get there gaily just by foot. Arriving at the place was a bit scary, as it is kind of isolated, like no one lives there, and people hardly passes by.
But the feeling changed into a mystic madness after we run through the woods. All were caught in awe at the moment we perceive the beauty of the environment. The sound of the stream and the chirping birds seem like singing harmoniously, producing a wonderful melody, making the butterflies dances freely above the beautiful flowers in the meadow while swaying smoothly with the breeze, giving the whole place a wonderful unique fragrance. It was perfect landscape, and for me, it was like a paradise hidden in the middle of the woods, ready to charm its visitors.
It was place where you can embrace the beauty of nature, where you can enjoy every sound and serenades of creatures, where you can feel the caress of the wind, bringing you every scent of the flowers therein, a place where you can be one with nature in solace and serenity, wherein you can definitely enjoy and admire life more…Then and there, I feel a certain kind of feeling, totally inexplicable how seeing up close and personal the beauty and wonder of nature could cause me this fascination on forays.
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