In my second year of high school, I went to Brisbane because of the school’s exchange program.

That was my first time to go to Australia because I was underage and had to live in hostay.

The one I live in is far away from the city and has to drive for an hour or two without traffic jams.

For an Australian city like Brisbane, suburbs do not mean desolation.

On the contrary, it is a wealthy area.

Because my dad lives in the house is an architect, the house I live in is particularly beautiful.

The room is a floor-to-ceiling window. There is a green grass outside the window. A piece of strawberries are planted near the window.

Strawberries born with natural cultivation have no greenhouses, no greenhouses, and no protective facilities.

When you wake up in the morning, open your sleepy eyes and open the curtains, you will see a bird flying over to peck at strawberries.

I stretched, walked out of the room, and picked a few ripe strawberries that were not visited by birds.

A wonderful day starts with breakfast with the birds.

It was a particularly beautiful time in my memory, and it was also the first time I realized that I like to be close to nature so much.

On a winter morning in the southern hemisphere, I took an apple and went out through the gate, preparing to "visit" the place where I live.

I bit the apple in my mouth and lowered my head to wear shoes.

Then he reached out to open the door without raising his head.

After walking two steps with satisfaction, he bumped into a tall horse that was nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Without any precaution, I was so panicked that I was so scared that I had just taken a bite of the apple and fell to the ground.

Before this, I have seen horses, nor have I ridden foals of different colors in parks and scenic spots.

But it was indeed the first time I saw a horse that was obviously one head taller than me.

When I was at a loss, a blond beauty in a knight suit appeared at the right time.

She said sorry to me.

Her horse may have been so close to the door because she smelled the apple.

I looked up at the horse.

This horse that I met unexpectedly under the rising sun emitted a maroon light.

My beautiful eyes flashed and looked at me, and then at the apples that fell to the ground, and it was repeated.

I picked up the apple a little uncertainly and sent it to its mouth.

The horse ate the apple in one bite.

The blonde beauty scratched her beloved foal affectionately and said a word that exceeded my vocabulary at that time.

I guess she was scolding her horse for being greedy.

The horse's eyes were filled with smiles, and the thick eyelashes made the eyes look deeper.

It was probably from that time that I fell in love with Australia and horses.

Although I spent most of my time in Melbourne when I was an adult, I was in Brisbane, and the memories of eating strawberries with birds and feeding horses and eating apples were always fresh.

"Carrying Encounter" is a love story about equestrians that is deeply hidden in the heart.
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