17 March,
2021
๐ง๐ป๐ๅญไพใฎ้ 、ๅคฉๆฐใ่ฏใ, ็ถใฎๆฉๅซใใใๆฅใฏ、ๅผใใใใใจไธ็ทใซ็ปๅฑฑใซ้ฃใใฆ่กใฃใฆใใใใใจใๅคใใฃใใงใ。ใใฎๆ、ใใใใใกใฏใใคใใฏใฏใฏใฏใใฆๆฅฝใใฟใใฆใพใใ。
ใใฏใใใฏใฎใใใซ็ฐกๅใช้ฃใน็ฉๆใฃใฆใใฆ、็งใใกใฏ่ฐทใซ่กใใพใใ。ใใใงใฏ、
ๅๅใฎ็ฅใใชใ็พใใ่ฑ、ๆๆจนใใใใใ่ฆใใ。้ณฅใฎๅฃฐใ่ณใซใใใใพใใ。
ๆใ
、ๅฐๅ
ใฎๆไบบใซไผใ、ๆจๆถใไบคใใ、ๆใซใฏ็๐ใ็พ๐ใชใฉใฎ้ข็ฝใใใฎใซใไผใใพใใ 。็งใฏใใคใ็ใใ๐ปใซไผใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใใ、ๆฎๅฟตใชใใ、ไผใฃใใใจใฏใใใพใใ。
ใใใใ、ๅฑฑใซ็ปใใพใใ。ใจใฆใ้ทใ็ปใใฎใใใงใใใ、ๅฑฑใซ้งใไธใใฃใฆ、ใใใใ้ ไธใซใใฉใ็ใใพใใ。็งใใกใฎ็ฒใใฎใใใคใพใใใใฃใใฎใ ใใ、็ด ๆดใใใๆฏ่ฒใ่ฆใพใใ。้ ๆนใ็บใใคใค、ใใใช่ชใใจๅนธใใชๆฐๆใกใฏ่จ่ใง่จใ่กจใใพใใใงใใ。
ใปใผๆฏๅ、็ถใฏ็งใใกใซ่ฉฉใๆใใฆใใใใฎใๅฅฝใใงใใ。ไปๆฅใพใง、็งใฏใพใ ใใใใฎ่ฉฉใฎใใใคใใ่ฆใใฆใใพใ。 ่ใใฆใฟใใจ、ใใใใใฃใใใงๅฑฑใซ็ปใฃใใใใคใญใณใฐใใใใใใใฎใๅฅฝใใ ใฃใใฎใใใใใพใใ。
๐ง๐ป๐When I was
young, if it happened to be good weather, and if my father happened to be in
good mood, he often brought me and my brother to climb mountains. Those were times we were most looking
forward.
Packing
some simple food for picnic, we marched towards the valley, there were many
beautiful flowers and fruit trees, whose names we didn’t know, the birds
singing; sometimes, we met local villagers, whom we exchanged greetings and
small talks; sometimes we could see cows and ships and other interesting
animals. (I always hoped to meet a bear,
but sadly never happened). From there,
we took the way towards the peak. After
seemly very long time, we finally reached to the top of mountain, our tiredness
was rewarded by breath taking view…. Looking the view from the top, that feeling
of pride and happiness no words could describe. At those moments, my father always would teach us poems,
till today, I could still remember some of poems. Coming to think about, that was perhaps the
reason, after all I like climbing and hiking.
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