I can see distinctive houses in the distance, with architecture and planning I’ve never seen before. As the homes sat on the picturesque setting of green mountains, I pondered how the lives of the locals were. Beyond it, I can see the clouds trying to put the lofty, snow capped mountains out of sight. The misty façade reveals the mysteriousness of the mountains.
Where I stand, I can sense a gaiety atmosphere. On the lawn, there are the vibrant tents. There isn’t luxury, but there is still tranquilly and leisure. People here are content, at the peak of their lives, and jovial. Some are dancing, some are chatting, some are eating, and others are simply enjoying the artistry of nature. I see faces full of happiness and triumph, forming a poignant memory in my heart that will last forever.