I was excited(take) my rescue Beagle (比格犬) to the river the other day, as it's within walking distance of our new home. Having spent her first three years in a cage, Georgie had never seen a body of water, and I wanted to get there before sunset to watch her experience it.
I was growing (increasing) impatient about all the stops her little Beagle nose required. She inspected the grass, dirt, and trees, and licked whatever(stick) to the road. These were all new (discovery) for her, and she took her time studying them.
When I accepted that it was fruitless to hurry her along, I whipped out my cell phone and began texting. I thought that I needed something to do while Georgie was slowing us down. Then, some reason, I heard the cicadas (蝉)，and I remembered that the sound of cicadas is my favorite sound in the world. That awakened something (bury) within me that longed for the simple pleasures had been replaced by technology.
I made a(consciousness) decision to be present, and to enjoy the journey to the river Just like Georgie. Now, I admired the flowers and the winding ivy (常青藤) on our path. I smelled the grass and the flowers, and the dirt and the air. I treasured each one equally, as if discovering them for the first time.
As we neared our destination, 1 realized something even(much) important: It didn't matter if we even reached the river. Why must there always be a destination? Georgie had no idea that we had a destination. She was present for the journey, and she completely enjoyed every bit of that sweet experience. There was no race no finish line.
Now I'm not sure who rescued whom.
