▲ There is a sea far away, there is an island.
● Reasons to walk
"Humiliation is a danger that can always be encountered in the human world, and it is not uncommon for our will to be challenged and our hope to be frustrated, so that the sublime landscape does not guide us to our enemies, "This is the essence of the charm of a sublime landscape." - Alain de Moderne, <The art of travel>
Sometimes I find myself walking on a certain street and I ask why I walk. I think that the reason for walking lazily is to walk on the road by building a lazy body. Just relax on the road. The comfort may be due to the independence of the 'moving' other space leaving the space of 'retention', the self-satisfaction of doing something, or the new experience of encountering the new landscape.
And if you add one thing, there is a little more opportunity to face yourself on the road. And the time to face on the street is more relaxing. Alejandro As usual, it may be a confrontation with the inner self or a self-awareness that is becoming more generous. Even so, whichever is true. Most of the time, because I was usually lacking in me. However, the scenery was always on the road, allowing for reflections, which, although insufficient, fulfilled its shortcomings, and led them to look at themselves through the process of thinking. It did not matter that it was a sublime landscape. Maybe the road itself was a sublime landscape. When I felt alone on the road, I probably would have grown a little bit at that moment.
So again, I walk.
● Sea and land, road on the border The road was accompanied by the sea. So the end of the earth and the beginning of the sea were in touch with one another, and they could not go any further. The road was straddling the border. For that reason, the sea to the road was the object of desire, longing, longing, and fear.
Perhaps it is not the way, but the minds of the people on the road. Whether it is road, good or gold ... the world outside the boundaries is always there. The world beyond the border is always the unknown of the taboo.
So, outside the boundary and inside are hiding under the compromise of each other, and may be ignoring themselves and each other under the stability of the delimited compartment without violating each other based on the boundary.
However, the sea was approaching the border a little bit by the action, unlike the silent land. Though it was the wall of the boundary to the waves and the pain of heartbreak, Shoot. Oh ~ I tried to go to the dry land though all the efforts and attempts are now a series of frustrations and failures that just break into white foam, I was coming back. The attempt would not have been meaningless. The sheer slopes of the many cliffs facing the sea and extreme confrontation were not the traces of the waves on the shore.
● Walk the Taean Soul Fragrance 1 Course So is it. How to cope with the sound of the waves hanging on the road and hanging the stretch ... It was also a time to be a little worried. Taean Sola Scent Road 1 course.
Taean Sola Fragrance Road is a coastal road that covers 6 courses and 66.9 km in length. There is a road between the sea grass forests that cover the Taean Peninsula. So, somewhere, the solitary winds can be scattered along the road, but the early winter seasons hide my body 's fragrance deep somewhere, but my insatiable nose did not realize the wind.
The road starts at the Kogol Beach. The westerly sea of the ebb tide was preparing for the tide of the sea to escape from the white sand and to advance to the land. While pushing, the sea lost its blue water to bear the pearls of the tidal flats, but it was enough to awaken the loveliness of everyday life to the viewer. When you leave the white sandy beach, the road goes up the hill overlooking the sea. It is the beginning of a full-scale brush scent.
There is an unexplained irritability when you walk the path of untrained. The way I have not gone is a way that does not exist in the world, and the encounter with the new road is always a discovery and a breeding. Because of my experience of walking on several roads, this road or that road, or just like that, is a similar road, I must stand still and expectation not to be caught up in the folly of folding my hopes. I have recently realized that there are some wonderful scenes to meet on the new road, stories to be heard, and people to meet on the way to be something that I really expected in Salem and my expectation, Because.
● Single phase about islands I can see the island far away. It is a female.
Kim Hoon, who wrote <Bicycle Trip>, pronounced the word "forest" to sound like a wind blowing from the heart. So it was. In the 'island' which I have spoken about without thinking, the sound scatters the lower part of the tongue and spreads into the mouth, and the sound of the gong sounds like a low jingling sound. Maybe it resembles the wind that ran through the bushes of winter after winter. And the sound resembles the sound of waves.
'Seo ~ Moo ~' I wonder if this is the sound of a wave that started from a far off sea and sailed to the island sand after a long voyage. But the retention of the waves does not stay on the island for a while, and it makes the same sound when it leaves the distant sea again. They are asleep, like Sarah Lakka, the enemy of each other in the wind.
There is only a small island that can not be caught and can not be caught in the back of the waves that come and go. So it is an island. The island is even more lonely because it is an island.
Hurray, is the island alone lonely? I wonder what the waves are. It's the kind of wave that bumps into my body without resting on the dry land toward the island that I can not stand or hold. No matter how fussy and embarrassed, at any moment, I stoop down and strike my shoulder, but I do not even see it ... All the ties that I thought were marriages but I must realize that marriages were not so bad, so sad and annoying. The waves do. ● What is a wave? What is a wave? In the midst of it, I remembered a man who was grabbing a black and blue wave and complaining about my love. It was a tearful tearful tearful tearful love on the beach of Tongyeong.
What do you mean by waves? / What about waves?
Im is not as dry as the land. / What about waves?
- <longing>, Yu Chihwan
All love is perfect. It is more so because I get the mind of another person irrelevant to my will. It 's a longing that the loneliness is breaking. If you are in love, those who do not know will be sick because of their unavoidable heart. It was the heart of Jongmo who loved Sijo poet Lee Young-do.
Today is the wind blowing? / My heart is crying. The streets under the sky,
A face that I can not even look for.
(Short)
- <longing>, Yu Chihwan
Yu Chihwan, who left Manchuria after liberation and became his hometown Tongyeong middle school teacher, meets Lee Young-do, a poet of poetry, who taught the poem there. Yu Chihwan was thirty-eight married men, and Lee Young-do was a wounded widow of thirty.
Love is a thing of the heart. It would have been worrying if the mind was moving as it had been, and it would not have been possible to write a lot of that sad love story. Love is like that. Where are the minds of the young people heading toward Lee Young-do, who does not seem to be as dry as he is, would have been his own way. If they are intellect, they have got the heart of Lee Young-do, but their love can not go beyond Confucian values and the walls of the world. For the reason that I could approach, and not be able to be far away, for the nostalgia toward each other, their love was like a wave like an island that cries every day like a tree but can not reach the end. Yoochunhwan and Lee Young - do 's poetic love had continued until the moment when Yoochwanhwan was famous for sudden accidents. Their love of 20 years is told in a letter of about 5,000 tones.
Loving is happier than receiving love. Even today I am / Emerald sky
I come to the post office window and write to you.
(Short)
- <Happiness>, Yu Chihwan
Yu Chihwan, who was happy to be able to love her, wrote to the central post office of Tongyeong almost every day, looking at her house, which is only 50 meters away from the post office. So that the minds of the woodmen would not move.
When it comes to complaining and when it does not,
I am waiting for that voice ear
Sometimes it is all day long.
(Short)
- <lover>, Lee Young-do
Their love, which could not be done at the end, misses a sudden accident of a sudden accident. The night she died, she wrote to her daughter in the United States. 'He died. He died ... " Mountain, you can breathe like a throat
The distant silence that overlooks the sea
What is the sickness of your life that can not be done?
You go and your tenderness is like a sea.
The sound of the same wave
My age is the same even though I have no time.
- <Standing at Twilight>, Lee Young-do
Soon after Yoo Hwan Hwan's death, Yi Young-do wrote about 200 of the letters he received from Yoo Ki-hwan and wrote "I am happy because I love you." Lee Young-do hastened to write a book in order to prevent the fall of the image of Cheongma and to prove that he was the one he loved. The urgency of Lee Young-do, who is trying to cry out love in the middle of the world, would have been hidden. At that time this book became a bestseller, and it became such a controversy, and it would have been fate if their love was fateful. But I'm sorry. It is true that even the social constraints that prevented their true love, as they were confessed by Hwangma himself, were their reality ... But it is clear that they have loved each other for 20 years until death sets them apart.
● Short thoughts about love In the suddenly visible island, the pain of the wave approaching the island was troubled, and the pathetic (?) Impression became long.
Jean Grenier, author of The Island, defines travel as "a stimulus necessary to awaken the various senses that are asleep in everyday life." If his words are right, let 's just say that the sudden love story is blessed with the emotions that have been raised in the travels!
However, even the aged people who are so aged are saying, 'Just the right age to love'. Because I know that heart is this heart, Through the love story of a man who loves and loves the middle ages, I am still alive, and I want to give the burnt love of the jha I do not know.
Maybe anyone who lives in the world after age will need emotions of love as a token of living, and even to confirm their existence. And in love we can confront our most true form. It is because love is the best space in which the extremes of the relationship 'we' are connected rather than 'mine'.
According to Dante, author of The New Song, 'There is no one who loves you, it is hell that you can not love someone.' And, 'If anyone who does not love anything in the world lives in hell,' I would not love to experience hell. Let's love! If you love, do not forget that the first of the objects of love must always be your own ... Only those who love you can fall in love, and being able to be loved is an eternal truth to be.
The road leads to the Haesong Forest road again.
<Continued from Part Two>