Walden Pond

When I was in China, I read the book Walden Pond. I know this is a famous book from Thoreau to encourage people to pay attention to the environment, but I never thought of visiting it one day.

On Labor Day, we went to Massachusetts. In the dense forest, a limpid lake appeared. The sunshine was brilliant on the golden yellow beach. Families together were having picnics, or lying on beach chairs, reading while talking.

Walden Pond isn’t so big, and it was surrounded by maple trees without a break. We chose a quite and shady place to sit by the lake. The water was so clear that I could see the little rocks and swimming fishes. I put my feet into the water, how cool it was! At this moment, a refreshing breeze was blowing, and I could smell the fragrance of flowers from the deep forest.

I opened the book Walden Pond, and read again. Thoreau had a very careful description of the pond, even the ant, even each leaf, are all very beautiful .

In the busy world, people are tired of livelihood. Casually, we saw this pond and began to think about the essence of life—-maybe, it is just sitting by a peaceful pond, watching the maple tree’s leaves turning red, letting the breeze blowing by your face…

It was sunset when we began to go back. When we dropped by Thoreau’s house site, I saw a paragraph, which left an indelible impression on me, and I want to use this as the ending of the passage:

 

 I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.