Every morning,as walking through the little path on the campus and with sunrise in sight,there rouses a strong emotion of beauty in my heart,but which I am unable to understand or express.So I guess that it must be the gateway of a world that lies beyond.
Perhaps many of you have the similar experience with me.Feeling beauty ,but you cannot describe it in language.Or even you discribe it ,you have the feeling that your description have made the beauty vanished.
I thought that maybe beauty is something doesnot exist in our world,but another place.It is just imagination rouses in us ,like a light shining down to us from another world.This can well explain the question of why we cannot describe it.
The reason lies in our langauge which is invented merely to convey meanings in our world,but is not readily fitted for the use of another.
