+朝花夕拾+

We three went to the riverside for a walk yesterday afternoon. Actually It was an improvisational decision, for the sight of sunset at that time did really fascinated us all.

The low fields which once made up a large proportion of that area had been filled and leveled up. After a long period of rain, large patches of green had begun to appear. Were they  growing up from those seeds which had been buried before? I wondered. I also want to know that if those high grasses, the shape of whose seed looked like a sausage, would still came up.

We eventually failed to see the scene we had expected because of our delay. There was only the purple clouds remaining at the end of the sky. We sat by the bank, enjoying the breeze coming from the river, letting the clothes gentlely fluttering in the wind...

When it was getting dark, the number 9 lighthouse in the far distance began to blink, just like a little firefly giving off her slender light. The building site of the bridge in the further came to as  bright as daylight. Except that a few cargoboats passed by silently now and then, arousing the gentle spray to flap the shore,  all sounds were still.

While my fellows were enjoying the sight, I took photos for them, trying to get back the feeling I had once had, but finally, I failed...