Today, the cat at home was lying in front of the door, and there was a stray cat lying outside, and the two were looking at each other, separated by a layer of veil.
I've always wondered what it's like for cats to stare at each other silently for such a long time, apart from the communication of making noises, wagging their tails, and blowing their hairs.
There is me in your eyes, and you in my eyes. The eyebrows of each other flow, and words become superfluous.
On such a beautiful day, I didn't have the heart to disturb their gaze.
One of them gradually fell asleep, while the other was still watching quietly, very calmly.
Behind them, the roses on the fence outside bloom just right, angelina is the name of this kind of rose, not vulgar pink, with a little purple.
The flowers bloom one by one, and the petals wither. They are obviously on the same vine, each has its own joys and sorrows.
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