Recently, you always hold that photo in your hand for a long time. The young lovers in the photo wrote their smiles on their faces. The woman in the photo seems to be somewhat similar to you. What about him? And that man? He is watching you now. Why did you get to know each other again? Memories brought you into that autumn, and the weather was slightly cool. You walked alone, and happened to meet him here in the path. Everything started from this. At that time, you said: love is just at the right time. Now, you can’t walk, even when you walk, you are swinging from side to side. Afraid of your falling down, he stretched out his hands to set you up quietly, but his hands have lost the strength of those years, I can’t hold you up any more and dance with each other all over the sky. I can only hold you up and walk slowly on this silent Road. The wind is blowing, and it is the east wind. In the sky, it is like a cloud passing by. Under the sun, it turns out that you are getting old slowly, just like that photo, everything will be deposited and buried deeply by memory, you used to be young, but now you can help each other. (Original: feichao) Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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On the country trail, I walked lazily with my mood. There is no trace of affectation. Everything is so natural. I think so is I. When the setting sun fell down, the sunflower lowered its head, like a pregnant young woman, a little shy. Looking at nobody around, I suddenly felt like I wanted to be a thief. Gently remove the weeds and jump over the path and the irrigation canal on the ground. I came to a sunflower field. I seem so tiny. At this moment, once I reach out and pick a sunflower, the definition of my life will change. But I couldn’t restrain my inner impulse. I was wondering whether to pull it up and carry it on my shoulder like Monkey Sun stealing banana fan, or to unscrew the sunflower head into my arms? I am a little disgusted with my own thoughts. Is it true that every thief is so entangled before committing a crime? Forget it, I think. Rather than being so tiring, it is better not to be depressed about the fresh air in the countryside. When I climbed the trail, I found that I was already in the middle of a large flock of sheep. Although I looked great inside, those short sheep hid from me one by one, as if I was not a creature on the Earth. The Shepherd was a young Kazak, riding a white horse, singing Kazak folk songs that I couldn’t understand, whistling a few loud whistles from time to time, directing the sheep. I really want to stop him and ask how can a whistle command so many animals? But I am afraid of interrupting his pleasant singing! I just want to be a happy person from tomorrow, or from now on? Is it to carry a hoe and hum a tune, or to ride a horse and whistle? I didn’t understand it all the way. All I know is that there are songs on the country path, and there is no composition, singing with the heart; The country path is covered with poems, flowing in the fields and streams, hanging on the treetops on both sides.

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