In the early years, I liked an animation - Firewood Forest. Moved by the emotions of the play, I marvel at the beauty of fireflies. Those light like stars seem to illuminate life. The trip to the mangrove forest took place in a special second in Asia and Kosovo. The boat was sailing on the lake and the breeze was blowing. The scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait loomed in the sunset, waiting with wide eyes for the arrival of the big nose sentimental sage (long nosed monkey). It's also watching us in the dense woods. When the sun falls and the evening falls, fireflies fly all over the sky and the hull is surrounded by lights, inadvertently staying by. Photography technology needs to be improved, so it can't shoot fireflies. The scenery, however, has no language to express itself. It is only when you are in the scene that you can feel its shock. There is one place only we know.