17 March,
2021
๐ง๐ป๐ๅญไพใฎ้ ใๅคฉๆฐใ่ฏใ, ็ถใฎๆฉๅซใใใๆฅใฏใๅผใใใใใจไธ็ทใซ็ปๅฑฑใซ้ฃใใฆ่กใฃใฆใใใใใจใๅคใใฃใใงใใใใฎๆใใใใใใกใฏใใคใใฏใฏใฏใฏใใฆๆฅฝใใฟใใฆใพใใใ
ใใฏใใใฏใฎใใใซ็ฐกๅใช้ฃใน็ฉๆใฃใฆใใฆใ็งใใกใฏ่ฐทใซ่กใใพใใใใใใงใฏใ
ๅๅใฎ็ฅใใชใ็พใใ่ฑใๆๆจนใใใใใ่ฆใใใ้ณฅใฎๅฃฐใ่ณใซใใใใพใใใ
ๆใ
ใๅฐๅ
ใฎๆไบบใซไผใใๆจๆถใไบคใใใๆใซใฏ็๐ใ็พ๐ใชใฉใฎ้ข็ฝใใใฎใซใไผใใพใใ ใ็งใฏใใคใ็ใใ๐ปใซไผใใใใจๆใฃใฆใใพใใใใๆฎๅฟตใชใใใไผใฃใใใจใฏใใใพใใใ
ใใใใใๅฑฑใซ็ปใใพใใใใจใฆใ้ทใ็ปใใฎใใใงใใใใๅฑฑใซ้งใไธใใฃใฆใใใใใ้ ไธใซใใฉใ็ใใพใใใ็งใใกใฎ็ฒใใฎใใใคใพใใใใฃใใฎใ ใใใ็ด ๆดใใใๆฏ่ฒใ่ฆใพใใใ้ ๆนใ็บใใคใคใใใใช่ชใใจๅนธใใชๆฐๆใกใฏ่จ่ใง่จใ่กจใใพใใใงใใใ
ใปใผๆฏๅใ็ถใฏ็งใใกใซ่ฉฉใๆใใฆใใใใฎใๅฅฝใใงใใใไปๆฅใพใงใ็งใฏใพใ ใใใใฎ่ฉฉใฎใใใคใใ่ฆใใฆใใพใใ ่ใใฆใฟใใจใใใใใใฃใใใงๅฑฑใซ็ปใฃใใใใคใญใณใฐใใใใใใใฎใๅฅฝใใ ใฃใใฎใใใใใพใใใ
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 didnโt 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 viewโฆ. Looking the view from the top, that feeling
of pride and happiness no words could describe.ใAt 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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