Drifting away, alone, scattered dust, padded into the futility of hurrying. Quietly stepping in the late autumn, when to give some coolness, wave away the restlessness of that summer, let the warmth of winter remind the eyes again, and the shore of the spring breeze.
The steps stirred the jagged rhythm, setting off a fierce wind to sweep away the leaves, and scattering the aroma of dripping water. Patting the shaking layer of fog, the immediate footsteps were rapid and orderly, and the hands slid through the traces and faded with the autumn wind, how a kind of sudden and dark surge.
Hearing the sound of the dripping, I turned my ear to prevent something from leaking, and wanted to grab any entry into a field, which could make time fade a little and dilute it. Follow a trail and go down the river, whether it is a pothole or a winding ups and downs. Looking at the raindrops, the densely packed diagonal weaves, and the flow that spilled between the hairs, the intrusive incomprehensible.
The splashing water still slapped on the silent feet, less dusty, falling into the sticky mud. The two wheels that usually gallop have also become stretched, and the occasional flashing gives a sense of urgency.
The single body withdrew from the diagonal weaving drizzle, hid under the eaves, followed the falling rain, gradually spread out the messy hair, swept away the chaotic intertwined rainwater, and cleared a leisurely space to open up the scattered offerings. The wind came, the rain passed, the thunder stopped, and watching the colorful and intertwined neon slowly scattering in the "Qionglou Yuyu", suddenly there was more tranquility.
Looking at the diffuse light, tugging at the bright moonlit night, even if it is sprinkled in the cold autumn wind, it will give some beauty. The convergence of those rising and falling chirps, the distance between hurried footsteps, and the occasional melody drifting by, gradually enter the heart.
Waving his hand stirred the drifting away, even in a kind of follow-up, he could not stop, hiding in the light greenery, more light, more tranquil, broad.
Stepping on the verdant greenery, emitting a vast expanse of the earth, it seems to be a little trance, in the dragging drowsiness cut off, in the white cloud cascading underground. Against the scattered light, the scattered without boundaries, more scattered, will always fade away on the narrow edge.
Flashed a lot of babbling figures, seemed to be hasty and comfortable, hanging smiles, pleasant sounds, indifferent chases, suddenly brisk. There is no time to give sedimentation permanently, and there is no space to seal it, pull away from the gap, and go indifferent to emptiness.