September. 16 , 2007
The dancing autumn
I have been expecting a camping for a long time. But I was told that the plan of camping was canceled yesterday because several fellows were holding up by something. So I decided that I would go to the Forest Park this morning with my daughter , my wife and two of my nieces.
It’s just at dawn, the twins were already awoken, bubbling like early happy birds. My daughter was also soon awakened by the twins’exciting talks.
We got to the gate as early as before 8 o’clock, because we had to come back before 14:00 when the twins had to take English classes. I felt the cold as soon as I got off the bus, though I wore a T-shirt and a thick cotton shirt. But I had to pull off my shirt, and gave it to my wife who wore a thin shirt with short sleeves.
We walked in a manner of leisure at first, just like taking a easy walk after dinner. Children could never be quiet outside for a long time. They soon became very excited, running and laughing ahead. Sometimes I had to run so that they could be within my sight. It’s about 200 meters away from the Bridge Of Fog and Rain, the three girls were stopped by a bank where they could play with water and sand.
Perhaps I have been to the Forest Park too much, the pristine water and the green grass in the rock couldn’t stir me a lot any more. So I sat down on a huge granite slate and listened to songs sang by Celine Dion with eyes shut, following the sweet music in my mind. After a while, my daughter asked me to join them. I helped them to dig out some big stones. They were glad to get the small pond that had ever held the stones.
The path was gradually crowded with tourists. The noise of footsteps and talking made me not be in the mood of listening to the music any longer. I began to watch the girls playing with the sand, stone, water and ponds. Sometimes when I couldn’t feel my feet, I would rise to throw some small stones into the water that splashed on our face and clothes, or picked out another big stone from the sand for the girls who would be excited with the new small pond.
Just when I was lost in some unknowing thought, staring at the girls, my daughter cried with a pointing fingers:"Oh, it’s raining greens!" That exciting cry make me come to myself. I took a look in the direction of what my daughter was pointing.
"What a fabulous scene !" I told myself. A lot of green leaves were dancing in the soft wind, so graceful and light were their gaits. It seemed that they could never dance enough in the air, perhaps they were just flirting with the tender breeze. When they finally touched the surface of water, I knew that the soft wind was not their only. The energetic crystal clear water was attracting the green leaves, perhaps, a little more. In the water, they were still dancing. The water was also a good dance partner who never hid the little beautiful figures in his transparency. The little dancers were still in the center of the stage of fall. They now danced on the furface of the water, then chased with each other in next second; They now whirled restlessly, and danced gently with the grass in the rocks in another second; They bustled with the swooshing water, and soon murmuring with the boulders in the center of brook.
Old dancers were still in sight far down the brook, another new swarm of dancers flied down under the spotlight that were penetrating through the woods and directed by the soft cotton-like clouds high above in the sky. Not all the leaves were willing to dance in the air or in the water. Some waved on the trees didn’t fell down however the wind flirt with them, whatever the following water called them. After the increasingly lengthened intermission, finally a totally stop came up. I was a deserted audience all of a sudden.
As a matter of fact, the autumn was still dancing. I couldn’t see it because of the absence of my peaceful mind. I was back to the real noisy world again.
Thank the dancing fall for feasting my eyes, but I was kind of sorry not to play a role in such a beatiful ball. I didn’t want to say good-bye to it, but bustling circumstance shut me out of the ball of grand feast. It’s enough to enjoy such a ball now and then, it’s a dream to be a forever audience. Bye-bye, the beautiful dancing fall.