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Taiwan
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Female
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Age 22
YUTONG CHEN posted.
Taken in Itoshima, the "Couple Rock" in the picture is connected by a rope, symbolizing connection, prayer and sacred enchantment, and is one of the most representative tranquil scenery on the coast of Itoshima.
The two rocks are silent, but they are tightly linked,
With God's knots, entangled in prayers and beliefs for thousands of years.
This is not a symbol of separation,
It's a gesture of watching over each other,
In the sound of the tide and the wind, the existence of the agreement is reiterated day by day.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken off the coast of Itoshima, Fukuoka Prefecture.
The white torii stands quietly in the intertidal zone,
Is it the door of faith, or the gap in time?
The sea does not speak, but it always listens,
Like this empty existence,
Open a window into the invisible mind.
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ID:1I thought that the torii gate was only vermilion. But the white torii gate has an extra sense of sacredness.This text has been automatically translated.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken in Ōhori Park in Fukuoka City.
An unmanned ship,
Anchor quietly in the heart of the lake.
In the background is the silhouette of a city tall building,
The foreground is a thick shade of layers of pine forest,
Time seems to be frozen in this moment,
Only light and wind are still moving.
This water surface is not just a reflection of the city,
It is also a floating island of the soul.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken in Ōhori Park in Fukuoka City.
Summer afternoon in Ohori Park,
Willow branches hang down, like verses brushing the surface of the lake.
The swan boat waits quietly for the tourists,
The water of a lake reflects distant mountains and clouds,
It's as if time stands still in this tranquility,
People unconsciously slow down their pace and breathing.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken in the neighborhood of Ohori Park in Fukuoka City.
Ohori Park is not just a lake and greenery,
It also extends into a street corner landscape like this:
The breeze blows, the sun falls from among the leaves,
The bike moves briskly and the runner concentrates on the crossing.
These most mundane routines,
The most sparkling moment of the trip.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken of Kora Taisha in Kurume City, Fukuoka Prefecture.
Climb three hundred stone steps, and finally between the torii gate and the mountain forest,
I saw the picture of the world.
The city is like a tide, people's hearts are like smoke, only at this moment,
Only then did I really understand: standing tall is not for pride,
But to see clearly - all the hustle and bustle,
can calm down in the wind.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This is a traditional sightseeing "どんこ舟(柳川下り)" taken in Yanagawa in Fukuoka Prefecture.
The light boat travels slowly in the swaying waterway of the willow shadow,
The ship sings ancient tunes, supporting a journey back in time.
Yanagawa is not just a city, it is a living poem,
Between the water and the singing, the gentleness of daily life is spoken.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken in Miyazaki Prefecture [Takachiho Gorge].
Between the dark cliffs, the waterfall flows quietly, as if it were the tears left by Amaterasu.
People rowed small boats through this waterway guarded by mythology.
This is not an ordinary journey, but a pilgrimage into the deep memory of nature.
Here, the sound of water whispers for heaven and earth, and the greenery heals for time.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken in Miyazaki Prefecture [Takachiho Gorge].
People are on the gorge, watching the boat move with the waves.
This is the place where myths are born, and the waters where reality and legend meet.
The sound of paddling echoed between the cliffs, like an ancient prayer still whispered in the ears.
Every boat is a journey to meditation.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken by Kumamoto Aso's [Kusanagi Chisa].
When the clouds lower the sky, the green covers the eyes, and the grass is like a vast poem.
People are small but free, and every step they take is accompanied by the wind and opposed to the mountains.
There is no urban language, only nature speaks.
One mountain, one lake and one grassland, allowing people to quietly re-engage with the world.
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