life in another place
suddenly like this piece of pure land of quiet and peaceful, to the woods mining wild fruit, mining mushrooms, and sometimes encounter deer, riding a bike to let the wind blowing in the ear, enjoy the natural baptism, smell the fragrance of roses refreshing, Look at the frogs at the feet and skip the fish in the pond. These are things that have long been forgotten in the adult world, but in the small village where I live, you can simply have everything that is out of reach The complexity of the city people, get rid of the crowded community. Simplify the economy, so to live to the old.
But do not think here is behind the remote villages, there are shops in the school, a cross-border river is a city, where you can feel the city temporarily crowded, church stores, and a variety of shopping malls have accumulated a lot of popularity, the Dutch market people People to go, and the Belgian village is also just a river separated. Stepping on a bike, riding in a path next to the canal, you can see the fish in the river elegant swinging the tail, calmly, do not worry about the risk of being eaten, fishing people will be released later. The ducks on the river, the lazy life, full of readily available gifts, but no one will care about this gift. Because of the rich, so that they are more than the rest. There is no lock on the bike, the car forget to take things do not matter, he will be there waiting for you to come, or you stay there, others, do not want to take this cheap.
Reminiscent of 25 years in the big city life bitter and happy, most of the living very hard, even if their own things will be targeted, not optimistic, was taken away is always the home is always very busy Friends and relatives come and go, go again Where out is a big family, and Le Rongrong, regardless of each other, but here relatives do have a year to move are not a thing, each person only a single tube of their own small family, other people simply do not Willing to waste time in such seemingly ineffective communication. While the domestic street quarrel are onlookers, touch porcelain begging and other deception everywhere. Is too privacy leads selfishness? And the winter is very long, dark every household put the window off, the whole road black as no one live, only mottled lights, for very few pedestrians heating, no one will be willing to come out, Are hiding in the home next to the heating, and then sleep, tomorrow may have been a white. As if to another world. Such a picture may have a trace of helplessness and indifference.
Even so every country has his charm, great mountain clean water somehow can make you feel lonely, however a mess crowding surround can lead u to true happiness.
