My Willow on a Lake

I grew up in a house surrounded by plants rich in plants with eucalyptus, maple, oak, larch, birch and branch corner paint miniature forests. Likewise, we have various shrubs: simulated orange, burning shrubs, bridal leases, forest and cat willow. When I ceased to visit this childhood playground, I cultivated my outdoor appeal for years by looking for places where I can offer creative energy / harmony to me. Let me introduce one of them. Weeping Yanagi is no longer parallel in Lake Cinispi.

Even though I met many people, I do not have a moment that is meaningful to nature. But the most popular experience in my mind is a vacation in Willow Lake, Minnesota. Here, I watched a storm in the distance, I got on a bicycle and met nature water. When we went to Minnesota on vacation, we spent most of the time in the water. - During the growth of most family holidays, my family and I go camping in the forest. Camp is one of my favorite things. When camping, I like hiking and seeing the beauty of the world around me. I like the smell of fresh air and pine trees.

I walked to the lake and hung the hut under the tall willow. When the sun falls behind the trees, cicadas and whippoorwills play the theme of summer, ly and noisy. The lake is still there, a few ships came out, and only a few lazy fishermen are against the blue sky. He often sits beside the lake, holding a bourbon in his hand and walking in the warm night air. Again, I can not escape because he is thick in a hut that is suffocating. Fishing is one of ours. My older brother is too big, my mother is too tired.

The lake is still round with a mirror. It does not completely change to indigo, reflecting the afternoon sky, but it is also intimidating. Northern half of the trees are thick, tall walnut trees and cotton woods, squatting, branches of supple willow are hanging down. There is a tall grass field grass in the south. Swift goes in and out through their miniature forests. I am too young to understand it for the first time. I do not like my brother 's Freud, but I am still a tired child. Fortunately, my father learned to study in that year. I can not stop my book. We brought a book, this is a strange fishing tool. My father baked hook, set a sinker and floated it, and put my line in the water. I was not afraid of the worm which put him in a small white takeaway container, but Hook was sharp.