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Tarnboke Koranee National Park, Krabi

Tarnboke Koranee National Park is made of several natural streams flowing down to basins of different sizes and at different levels, creating many small waterfalls. The water is emerald green reflecting the cool, green forest.

Tharn Bok Korani

Waterfall of Than Bok Kornee

Comment# 1 at: 2010-06-24 17:18:20 Comment by: TT

Entrance to Than Bokkoranee national park

Comment# 2 at: 2010-06-24 17:21:15 Comment by: TT

I sounded echo of cicada and waterfall.
And found this fall.

Comment# 3 at: 2010-06-24 17:24:58 Comment by: TT

farview of little cave while the water is flowing down.

Comment# 4 at: 2010-06-24 17:27:34 Comment by: TT

don't want to wait till the night arrives.
I should leave now...

Comment# 5 at: 2016-03-17 10:44:05 Comment by: 20160317chenzhen

Comment# 6 at: 2016-04-18 14:58:12 Comment by: yll

Spring flowers often hang around, the sun always warm spring breeze softly blowing in his face, pumping new green shoots on the branches, exudes exuberant vitality, flowers, do not know when it is full of quietly blossoming branches, I want behind every ray of blooming blooming, they are hidden in a ray of fragrance, or in darker hues, decorated with verses of time. About the years, no matter how light tone to depict, it will leave a memory, in after years of Mouguang, freehand with Chunhongchibai, moist with Homecoming once. I have time, there is always an expectation and hope.

"It is junction grass seed, shake its leaves in the wind, we do not talk standing on the very beautiful." Spring morning, wandering around in poetic mood, the heart is joy, even the air with sunshine in the air, as if spring breeze gently blowing the mountains, and Red earthly, the same years a beauty. Those once verdant, after years of a graceful song, Love is where a hangover, I know better is short, everything will stay away from. But every time to see the flowers, not to injury, every time I met, nor is to repent, so I cherish, if a landscape has been fixed in the eyes, if a name in another person's heart before, even if one day I think, also quiet good as landscape plants, is it not the beauty of years left.

I opened the window, into the pupil of the eye, this season, with spring. Time, gentle and Qing Ji, sky and white clouds drifting across a large flower, it is the shadow of the heart, peaceful. The wind had a faint scent of grass curtain refreshing, rise, hand, pick a ray of fragrance into the ink, sunny spring will be graceful in my text. Listen carefully, Xinyu whisper, who, in the spring of verse, writing that I first saw the joy? Who in the spring picture, the vitality of a better depict?