River bank

Gray sky, cold wilderness. The chill was going to break into the heart deep in the hiding place. With the wild path along the river bank, the only place is hesitant, and the twists and turns lead to seclusion. The curved path is like the tortuous road of life. No matter how sharp you are, you can’t see the road ahead clearly. The sneer of cold wind makes green indifferent. Only a few nameless flowers are shining with dim light in winter, and there is nothing to say in the cold shadows. The moment moved away, the haze gathered together. The cold rain embraced the biting cold current, which fell on the thorns beside me, and also on my head, face and body. Not far from the thorns, a baitouweng looked alone in the wind and rain. The cold wind lifted its feathers and swung the thorns under its feet. However, it still stood steadily, regardless of the wind and rain. The pure concentration and deep gaze may be looking for the dream it lost everyday, or thinking about the things it passed through everyday. The river which is not clear flows silently in the river beside me. No one knows what secrets it has in its heart and what it wants to tell, it just went away slowly along the distant sky day and night. In the quiet empty field, only the cold wind and light rain walk with me. Although I only see one person, I don’t feel lonely. On the contrary, this is exactly the environment I want. I like to walk alone in such an environment. The cold may make people have calm thinking. When moving in silence, it seems that the cloudy sky is much brighter than before, with less rain and more dim light, it seems that there will be a feeling of sunshine, but cold is always the main theme of winter. Moving forward silently, the path also accompanied silently. Pulling the thorns around the branches, the cold wind was beside me to make a plan, and the cold rain was harming the thorns in the wild and fickle. Move, quietly and gently, toward the depth of the path. Pastoral/love. QQ:2657945175 Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow of spring

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