In the mountains and fields, we are all children
The weather is just right—neither cold nor hot nor rainy, a perfect day to enter the mountains. By late June, sporadic mushrooms are already visible in Cangshan, like little elves in the forest. You need to open your eyes wide and look carefully, or you'll miss them.
In the mountains and fields, time flows quickly. Adults become children, children become wild kids. Observing plants, picking pebbles by the creek, several hours pass in a blink. In the mountains and fields, time seems to stand still—only clouds drifting in the sky, insects chirping in the forest, sunlight filtering through the shade, and no worries about endless messages on a phone with no signal.
Children seem to have been born to grow in nature. When city kids go into the mountains, they stumble and trip, but by the time they come out, they can jump and run freely in the fields. Occasionally, there are moments of lamenting that children in the city have it a bit tough, as they usually need to choose the right time and place, with parents healthy and not busy, to enjoy nature. But then, there's also a sense that life has no 'must' and 'should', everything is perfectly arranged. Cherishing the present is all that matters.
Ah~ Playing silly with the kids every day is truly joyful~
Hiking Group @ Dali Cangshan Hiking Home, guide Wuwan is a plant expert and very patient and friendly with children. I want to come again next time.
Respectful hiking: no littering, no mushroom picking. Protecting nature starts with me.