Sit half crown to the fjord town. The more close to where the scenery is beautiful,, I also more reluctant looking back from the window. Where the water is very clear. The scenery is reflected in the water, if water is another unknown world. The clouds around the peak, away from us so close, yet so far away. The car is like chasing clouds. "A little bit closer, and then go up!" Look around in the mountains of cloud, I always think so. For every tree and bush, every house, every cloud, so harmonious, as if by natural identification in general.
The fjord has a kind of magic, let me feel happy. The clouds like a fairy, I greedily chasing them, want to catch them -- for, like catch them will become more happiness -- but they seemed to play games with me, I told them to go a little, they take a step back. All be close by. Every time, but I never touched.
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