When I was young, I used to climb up Phadam Mountains, by walking along a narrow path heading up to the peak. It was as a path naturally offered by Phadam to human beings to visit it, because despite of overgrown trees around, there was no tree on the narrow pathway. Stepping on the colorful-leaf carpet, I was amazed at new knowledge I learnt at that time along the way. That was the perfect natural and historical track from my father’s time of living in the forest, to fight against partial state power, taught me many things which I could not learn those lessons in the ordinary classrooms. Up there, whenever I closed my eyes, I felt relax in my mind, and that’s so absorbed in sweetly natural songs, sung by various birds, the short and tall trees and the blowing winds. When I was tired, I used to stop by the stream and washed my face and quenched my thirst with its cool and crystal clear and naturally filtered water. On the top of the peak of Phadam, there was a small wonderful waterfall with a wide stream, where I wished to set up my camp. And that was my dream. I used to get the bamboo canes, make holes on them, fill them with rice and water, and place them on the fire. When it was cooked, it was naturally sweet. It had a great smell touching my nose, giving me a perfect joy, to eat it up quickly, with a few plain foods prepared in a short period of time. Loving the taste of it and greatly enjoying the meal, I thought it was very much more delicious than expensive foods in the high class restaurant.