When the white clouds were dyed with red faces, when the last slanted sun crossed the yellowed meadows, the elves with long tails began to be active on the blue coastline, and the wild wildness stirred up in the heart and the wilderness. It is a world of animals without fences. It is a wild land left by God in the Pacific Ocean 30,000 years ago. It is South Australia, here is Kangaroo Island. I like a road in Flinders Chase National Park on the island. The vast rainforest spreads infinitely on both sides of the road until the end of the horizon, opening the window, and the wind has a fresh taste after the rain. It is an ancient rainforest that existed tens of thousands of years ago. It is a series of platypus, koala, Eugene kangaroo, Rosenberg sand tiger, Australian brown short-nose raccoon, Australian acupuncture and ring-tail bag. The last piece of paradise in the history of evolution has only been here, and will never be subjected to human slaughter. This is also the whole Kangaroo Island, the place with the highest density of wild animals. It is a zoo without fences. Maybe it is a koala when you look up, and a kangaroo is hidden in a bow. It is full of spirituality. The eyes are looking at you.