The landlord aunt took us around the town of Easter Island, then took us home. Since what I booked was a cheaper homestay, the location was relatively remote.
The house doors could be left ajar at night here. Opened the fence, the aunt led me and a couple into the house. My residence was still good enough with two small beds, plus a bathroom.
The signal on the island was not good. I usually used maps. After fiddling for a while, I went out with my camera. It was the monsoon season. Although it was blue sky and white clouds, you could see the remained rain trace on the ground. The dog on the right laughed in the middle of the blooming mountain flowers. And the flower wall on the left was red orange yellow green blue purple colors. Who was holding the colorful practice and dancing? In short, the island was the ocean of flowers, with the volcanic stone walls and wooden fenced farm.
I walked for a while then I arrived at a crossroads. I chose to go ahead. I was so eager to see the sea in my heart. But when I saw the sea, I was screamed. This was the world of the emerald! Lying quietly there was deep blue and deep. Whenever it dances, it is the emerald green! Some cars, including mine, were parked on the edge of the low cliff. Facing the turbulent waves of the Pacific Ocean, the dark volcanic rocks.
"The tumbling rocks thrust into the air;
The roaring surges dash upon the shore, Rolling into a thousand drifts of snow."
Well, just lack of a feather fan and a silken cap. Wandered in the Easter Island, persons might laugh at my amorous and my early grey hair. Life was just like a dream; The sound of the surf was the same. The red cliffs, the black volcanic rocks, and the emerald ocean were waving various boats. I wrote in my diary, "This is about the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen."
Comments
Post a Comment