A shallow brook meanders along the valley floor,its shoreline fringed now and again with moss-wrapped rocks and stumps while all these don't interrupt the smoothly zigzag flow.

The slope along the brook is covered with brown fallen leaves, Brown fallen leaves covering the slope along the brook, mixed with the verdant grass throws into sharp relief the tenacity and perishability of life, making the scene thick in colours and smell of  freshness and rottoness.

Several fallen trunks stretch themselves across the dip, seemingly trying to protect the unspoilt beauty from earthly prying eyes, with only a thick one manages to bridge the vally and others struggling with both their slim physique and chance.The ragged slope and the horizontal tree trunks collaborate to obscure where the brook is going, adding to its mystical charm.