I am ashamed to face the mirror, and prefer activities under the moonlight. The moonlight in this mountain city is so bright and warm, which smeared a layer of cream tenderness on everything, covering the roughness of the years. April in the South was so warm that I walked out of the door with a light pleasure wearing light green clothes and couldn’t wait to get into the moonlight. Starting from the residence, walking along the beautiful Dai Lin garden along the riverside from north to east, it took twenty or ten minutes to cross the Dongzhou Bridge and then came to the Sanjian garden on the south bank of the bridge. There is also a river on the edge, which is the childhood River after transformation. It meets the unknown River in the north of Dongzhou Bridge. Sanjian garden has a wider area, with delicate grass slopes and paths as gentle as snakes. Walking along the path to the west, you can see the glittering South Bridge, which is the landscape center of this tourist county. The county government piled up all the prosperity on the trunk of the South Bridge and its left and right limbs as far as it could. Pavilions and pavilions, colorful lights, silk and bamboo strings, blowing and playing. Under the grand occasion of singing and dancing, whose blood is not boiling. I was playing with my dog jumping up and down on the grass slope, enjoying the softness spreading from the sole of my feet; Hiding from cats and cats with dogs in the flowers and trees, enjoying the flowers and shadows when pretending to be a teenager, how many crazy dreams are broken. Who does not think of youth, who does not love the years, but the years will eventually grow old. I pretended to be a teenager and soon got tired. I sat on the stone bench beside the river when I was a child, and the ripples hit my soft chest; The soft love song that made me cry: sister, you are like a flower …… drifting straight to the bottom of your heart, with some unknown taste, which is filled with your heart. Everything is passing. Looking at the less round moon in the sky walking slowly in the thin clouds, thinking about the near future, my pale and yellowed pages of life will be burned like waste; Thinking about Russell: for an old man who has experienced the joys and sorrows of the world and fulfilled his personal duties, it is a bit pitiful and shameful to be afraid of death; Thinking of Li Shangchao: real human beings, no sorrow. I picked up the puppy at my feet, stroked the creatures, humming the childhood songs, and tears fell on its white fluff.

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