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Note: A man's poplar forest

author:Drink alone to toast the starry sky

Originally planned to go home. I bought a ticket half a month ago and exchanged it for points. As a result, the epidemic arrived, and although he was not isolated, he still canceled his trip. The ticket of the big three hundred yuan cannot be refunded and cannot be changed.

I should have been lazy in the morning, but the noise and vibration of the mechanical broken cement pavement outside to rebuild the sewage line construction still drove me out of the house.

Carrying a hammock, he came to the poplar forest on the edge of the seven trunk canals outside the village. This season, fallen leaves cover the ground, and some fly in the wind. Stepping on the fallen leaves, stepping on the dense cracking sound to the middle of the forest, tying up the hammock, lying on it, looking at the sky, listening to the wind. When the wind stopped, the occasional sound of the leaves in the vicinity was so crisp the moment they left the branches. This is the sound of falling leaves, like a piano pressing a key and a note floating out. The fallen leaves turned out to be so poetic. She wasn't the slight rustle of the moment she landed, she was the loud flying kiss at the moment of farewell.

I'm the only one, within my eyesight.

Note: A man's poplar forest

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