dawn

The little girl chasing ducks by the riverside walked by the river in ignorance, the green and astringent was no longer swaying there, and the clouds on the horizon were also slightly glowing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info young lad. Pulled her wet hand and stepped into heaven. Since then, the little girl has also brought the little girl herself into a petite bride. One by one, five or six children in total. She finally became an old woman.

Later, the children have grown up one by one. The old woman faltered, and the children had their own paradise on the country roads, but what about her? Where did my wife go? Why is she standing alone at the intersection of the countryside, the white flowers on her chest are so obvious, that is what every woman loves to wear, and it can be seen everywhere here. Her hands have changed from red and soft to vulgar, and her immaturity has also become vulgar. What is she standing there for?

Looking ahead, he stood there with nothing to lose. Confused. The sky had just turned white, the sun was not so dazzling, the pedestrians on the road were moving, and we were about to go away, the old woman standing there, someone came over, said a few words, three or three, the old woman was simple, and the few fair women who had just walked by the road were really much less. The old woman said a few words and stood there, the white flower and the woman's shadow and the morning sun seemed to become a painting, with the shadow, under the sky, it seemed that I had become a painting, the old woman and me seemed to be far away, but very close, but it was only three or four meters away. What was she thinking there? So just a little bit and what else? Who knows what's going on in their minds? It's weird to be in heaven and earth. And what else can we have in this journey?

The car was coming, and we were leaving, and at this moment, the white flowers on the old woman's chest attracted me, and I was thinking about the image of her with flowers when she was young.

I love flowers, but I don't want to have them, I always feel that they have life. Why did it care about it?

The sun soon came out with a lot of light, and the car came, and we got into it, and when we turned back, the old woman was gone. And I opened the window, the wind blew me, I like the wind, it hurts if I don't blow the wind. Maybe so, right?

However, this picture of the dawn lingered in my mind for a long time. I always feel that I am also a painting, a painting without time.