The Beauty in My Eyes

When the photograph firstly came into my sight, I suddenly realized the real beauty in my eyes, which may not be described specifically but arise some special emotions in the depth of my heart.

Several months ago, I saw this photograph by chance when surfing the Internet. At that moment, the only word that I could put was “Fantastic”! I wished I could just walk into the world that the photograph opened to me. The back ground is quite dim, for I can only feel that a field in its spring time, mist curling up from the ground, brings me to the paradise. A beauty standing on the ridge, facing left, just likes a goddess. It occurs to me that she may come from Bohemia, a mysterious place just like her. A fresh breeze blows over, her long thick hair streaming in the air and her red flowing dress dancing in the wind. Oh, she is so clear to me, while at the same time, I feel I will never touch her. I know surly, if I put out my hand to her, she will just fly into the dim background where by no means I could see her again. So, I will not take a risk and I can only stand right before her slightly heart and soul.

I know the beauty in one’s eyes cannot be touched. All I will do is stand near, maybe nearer, in case the beauty in the depth of