The golden wind blows down the red leaves, the frost breaks the greenery, and the beginning of winter stiffens the herbs. But the weeping willows by the river still stood there in their faded yellow-green coats, waiting quietly. The large yellowish bluestone lying at its feet is smooth and round. I don¡¯t know how many intimate double images of couples have been printed on it, and how many touching stories have been recorded. The ducklings in the river have already become grandma's grandma, and they still swim tirelessly in the water.
The sky was covered with cumulus clouds, and the surrounding area was filled with thin haze. Although it was noon, there was not a ray of light piercing the encirclement. After several months of detainment, I was like a tired and wrecked ship that finally arrived at this once so happy harbor. The source of charging and energy is gone, the warm umbrella for shelter from wind and rain is gone, and the person who can repair the broken ship is gone. I stood under this willow tree blankly, reaching out to touch the hanging willow branches. It is no longer so soft, but it still has the stubbornness that this green gives me a kind of vitality to continue.
I'm back! Darling! My love, where are you?
Suddenly a gust of cool wind startled the willow leaves, and they rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound. is that you
The sky was getting darker and darker. In a trance, the willow tree cracked and gradually formed a door, and the golden light came out from it. I saw you coming out slowly, gently holding my hand. . . (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com