• Cantea
     
    Remembrance is a form of meeting. Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
                                                                                                       -Khalil Gibran
     
    What kind of scenes will ripple the lake in your heart
    like a butterfly trembling its wings?
    Getting together with old friends?  
    Attending a splendid banquet? 
    Listening to a touching song?  
    Reading an introspective book? 
    Traveling a cheerful journey?
    Perhaps…tasting happiness by surrounded roses?
    In the dawn , fog up and the scent of flowers are filled in the valley,
    roses are all over hills and dells in the basin of Puli.
    Farmers picked up the red roses before sunrise, sparkling
    dew are covered on the glossy petal. Fragrance of the rose exude the nostril,
    rich in the summer and still lingers in the winter.
    The first taste of the petal is an aroma of tropical fruit,
    then with a sweet of litchi, at last, you will taste
    a special odor from the redolent rose.
    This  is not only a blessed gift from the unique location,
    it is also an achievement of the organic planting from farmer’s persistence.
     
    Touching the taste of happiness. Also, stir up the deepness of your soul.
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