In walmer beamed sunny day afternoon, many blossom color calls me, its calling evoked many younger days' my acts, but bushes green makes me breathe in the air around me, but man walking is evaded in me.

Green leaves guide me to notice branched branches attracting me to follow and trace all connection, but its thing evokes the idea that time is never followed as easy as eyeline's shifting to me, only time shifting from my infantile days until now could be followed in mind, but it can never be like eyeline following and tracing all branches in connection.

Green leaves by themselves talk to me everything. Rice field filled with water reflects clouds and blue skies, a farmer works in it.

Thin brook makes bubble, forward a barrage, occasionally one carp shows that face. The one must monoplizes the bubbled brook zone.

Greenness of plants' leaves or so greens my spirit, and spirit is made vivid, mind could be refreshed in my walking making my brain brightened, that process reminds me of my old days' walking time in old capital in my country.

The road either has a brook along its running in smooth streaming making it transperent seen to walking us.
(to be continued)

(May. 31st. 2020)