As the sun sets, take a picture of her. Out of a long shadow,

But this sunshine. Gold. Yellow. It's bright.

Walking into Central Park from the direction of the outside of the road,

This wide road is lined with dense maple trees, and there are many dead trees on the ground. Yellow. The big maple leaves,

All of a sudden, my ears cleared. It's a lot quieter.

She thought that today's journey was about to come to an end, and suddenly this moment connected her heart. Li Du felt deserted.

She probably doesn't remember it anymore, but this is the second time she's felt that way today.

"This look is really a bit like Luo. Floating, not, the Arc de Triomphe. Luan Jin looked at the glorious buildings that stood in the distance.

"Hmm" Zhu Jia nodded, it's been so long, and now there is a kind of. Body. Heart. All. Tired, no heart. Feeling. Say more.

Around the European gate in front of this dozens of meters diameter of music sculpture fountain side there are a lot of family belts. Mouth. of playing here,

It was as if the sound sounded to her ears. With a layer of cloth, it doesn't really sound real, and it's a bit illusory.

"I have to say that late. Kasumi shines on these gold. Yellow. On the fallen leaves, color. The tune is indeed quite sensitive. Sense. Zhu Jia said with a smile.

"Let's find a place to rest for a while, and just sit here."

She glanced at the circular stone that circled the fountain and didn't sit down. Go up, and already imagine that there will be a. A cold breath. Penetrate. Body. Come.

She specifically found this sunny place, and when it shone on her coat, she obviously felt a lot warmer.

Next to it is a group of little ones between two and five years old. Man. The child is small. Woman. Children leaning around the fountain. Let's play together. play

"I'll get you a toy too."

This one is less than thirty years old. Woman. Man smiling at one of them dressed dark brown. Hue. The little boy in the coat said.

As she spoke, she went to her bag under the maple tree next to her to look for it.

Luan Jin glanced around and saw the child's father. The pro is similar to Zhu Jia, sitting on the stone pier seven or eight meters away, in his hand. Machine. Typing on it, sometimes with a thoughtful look, he would glance in the direction of the little boy of about two years old every once in a while.

This little man. The child is quite delicate, which makes Luan Jin very happy at a glance. Happy, growing up must be one. Handsome. Elder brother.

She glanced at the small circle of children who were also looking around the fountain pedestal. Zhu Jia of the son.

"I had such a group of friends when I was a child." He watched it so seriously that even the tone of his voice was like a scene that he would never find after leaving his hometown.

"It seems that we all think the same thing, and I felt that way when I first saw it." She said.

The young mother. The pro is handing out words and plums to them again.

"How can you go back in a while? Do I take the subway or bus? She asked.

She still doesn't look at the route as she always does. He thought to himself.

"I wanted to walk back in a while, and instead of a straight road, we went straight down that road. That's about ten kilometers. ”

He saw that she was not very happy, and hurriedly smiled: "You should travel again, so that time will pass very well. Foot. ”

"Can you sit. Bus, I. Foot. It's been too long and now it's very. Hurt. Target. She said.

"Look again."

He didn't respond directly. Yun, the first few times she went to those places, how many times did she want to keep going? I shouldn't have told her that far away.

The young father almost felt his son playing. It was almost over, and he walked quickly to the little boy: "Let's go somewhere else. Play. He said it with a smile on his face.

That wears. White-blue. Hue. The woman in the sports jacket said to him, "Just let him be here. Play. Bar, they are often together. Play. Target. ”

"Okay." He smiled and sat back down on the stone pier seven or eight meters away.

He was still quickly tapping the screen of his phone and looking at his child from time to time. Child.

"Gone." Zhu Jia on the side said.

"Hmm." Even if she left here, she would look back at those people.

I heard the young woman. Person. Middle-aged on the side. Man. The man said, "This little boy doesn't speak." ”

She was already looking ahead, like a yang. The light was not as bright as it had been for a while.

She suddenly had a feeling that she would never forget this scene.

She looked at Zhu Jia on the side, "I envy him so young and so good. Love. of children. Son, I want to have one, and I will take him everywhere every day. Play, go to the world. Face. ”

When she said this, it seemed to be sinking. Dip. In that imagination,

There was some envy in his eyes. Mu Diwei. Squinting and smiling. meaning

She probably didn't even know that it was on the eve. Yang. Lower. Side. Face. It's a little light. Spirit. Take off. Vulgar. Elf. Force.