During the Jin Dynasty, Liu Ling wrote inhis ode to wine, "Those who are calm can't hear the thunder, and those who
are observant can't see Mount Tai." One can imagine how carefree he was at
the time. In today's hustle and bustle, if one can sit quietly in nature,
listen to the echoes in one's heart, how refreshing it would be.
I enjoy observing nature in the wild.Although I carry a camera, it feels more like a hiking trip, a leisurely
journey. Stopping and going, pausing to observe interesting flowers, plants,
birds, and beasts, using the camera to document their unique forms, being a
perfect way to release my pressure. I remember that summer outing, where I
discovered so much, because the area had not been heavily developed and had
many strange little bugs and beautiful flowers. The fragrance of flowers fills
the air, and the dense trees shade the scorching sun. Although it was a bit
stuffy, it was still a rare pleasure.
As an experienced observer of nature, Ilingered here, wanting to enrich the colorful species, but also for the
tranquility and peace here. Walking, watching, resting, that's how the whole
day passed until night fell, and I began to walk back.
Realizing I was running late, I quickenedmy pace. My flashlight happened to shine on a tiny bird hiding in a low bush.
It was petite, with disheveled feathers on its back, mostly white, with a
yellow spot on its back and a red head. Its gaze was sharp, its beak slightly
open, holding a small bug in its mouth. Sensing me, it wasn't too scared, just
turning its head, looking at me. We stared at each other for a while until it
impatiently turned its head back and remained motionless.
In another nearby bush, there was a leafthat looked no different than the others, but upon closer inspection, it was
covered in many tiny bugs. I shone my flashlight gently on them, and they put
on a strange dance for me. They moved their bodies rhythmically in unison.
Their thin, orange-yellow bodies and black eyes seemed to have no effect on
scaring away predators, but it had an inexplicable sense of humor. I couldn't
help but laugh, and they seemed to notice my smile, twisting their bodies even
more vigorously. In the end, perhaps realizing that I wasn't scared off by
them, or perhaps tired from all the dancing, they stopped in unison,
motionless.
Looking at the jungle from outside, itappears pitch black, occasionally interrupted by the hooting of owls, which
seems rather intimidating. Coupled with spiders and snakes inside, it
discourages most people from venturing further. However, for me, there is a
sense of wondrous fascination in this place, as if a vast universe exists
within its smallest corners. They say that all things have spirits, and through
my interaction with nature, I truly feel the boundless vitality and the
intriguing souls of plants and animals.
