Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I took the bus and arrived at Ehu Park. The Pingshui River nestled quietly in the embrace of the night. From time to time, I could hear the low whistle in my ears. Some of the past events in Pingxiang slowly unfolded.

Emerge slowly.

In the drizzle in the middle of the night, a broad-tailed yellow fox suddenly emerged from the dark corner on the opposite side of the road, and then briskly got into the gap in the fence in front. When they came to their senses, they all joked that they had opened the door.

It was the first time for them to see this kind of spiritual creature with their own eyes. During their free time, friends talked about the scene of the ferocious lake gulls bullying the pigeons. The weak latter had to hide under the car and feel aggrieved.

But at other times, it's not so dramatic. Both sides win or lose, live or die, and earnestly and faithfully fulfill the instincts given by nature. Fortunately, these elves prefer to show their peaceful and quiet behavior most of the time.

On the one hand, the small lake gulls of Pingshui River walked awkwardly on the path of St. John's Garden, tilting their heads and looking innocent. On the Autumn Harvest Square in Pingxiang, those black crows did not make any sound, but just followed the morning light.

Slowly combing their love feathers.

Looking up, the sky is extremely low. If you stare for a long time, you may even mistakenly think you can catch the clouds with your hands. Outside the bus window heading to Ehu Park, you can see white lambs and cows of different colors grazing leisurely on the grass. In the distance,

Thick white clouds hang down their arms and hug the low mountain peaks affectionately. As autumn approaches, we bid farewell to the long day, and in the evening, we will never be able to appreciate the depth of the night that originally belonged to it. At this time

, I walked to the back garden of Ehu Park and looked down at the stars and stars in the sky.

Or leaning on the railing of the small garden, you can hear the sound of the overgrown grass and water under your feet, and every color seems to be just right. Heading to a secluded corner of the city, there is a place called paradise, and I seem to have encountered

Julia from Romania, her tall body exudes a plump and charming atmosphere. When the night fades away, bid farewell to the nightingale, and go to other cities to experience the different inner feelings of local people.

I also ran wildly on the grass at the foot of the hill in Ehu Park. The tension and joy turned into panting the moment I got in the car. A girl with long black hair raised her eyes from the book and smiled at me, which was enough to calm my heart.

.In the dark night, the tranquility of her reading was faintly revealed under the mirror. Outside the bus station, a group of people holding flags gathered together. The undulating melody of the violin inside the glass door of the acrobatic team cabin came from several players in suits and ties.

Bursting out of the hands, joy and drama are evenly intertwined on both sides of the transparency. On the streets of Ehu Park, a drunken woman holds an African tambourine and dances impromptu to perform her stunts. Her limbs stretch happily and enthusiastically.

Finally, she left the stage happily amidst the brief cheers of the crowd, waving goodbye to everyone. She left in a free and easy way, not knowing where to go to the happy park next.

When I left the park, the sky was dark. Standing on the Tower Bridge and looking down, I saw a yacht with a smile on its face sailing eastward along the water of Ehu Park. The most comfortable thing is Ehu Town. There are almost no high-rise buildings and roads.

It was extremely narrow, but it didn’t feel deserted. While walking on the road, a couple hid in the corner, peeking out their heads to peek at their oncoming friends. The two were playing hide-and-seek. In just a moment, the whole street was filled with cheers.

Laughter. What impressed me even more were the two security guards at this small town station. One had messy Kazakh hair, earrings, and a hint of smoky makeup on the corners of his eyebrows. The other seemed taciturn, just

Smiled, but kindly let me take an early Park Car flight back.

When another short whistle sounded on the grass shrouded in night, I gradually came back from my thoughts. These past events in Ehu Park were like rainbows after the rain. Standing on Pingxiang Scenic Avenue, from Ehu Park North Lake

Soaring out into the sky above the graceful Calton Mountain, although small, they did not lose any color. They also made me satisfied with the flashing signal lights on the shore outside the window at this time. Although it was the first time to meet, they still regarded me as an old friend.

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I quietly left Ehu Park. My heart is the messenger of freedom, unrestrained, coming and going freely. It can go far, no matter east, west, north, south, big cities or towns, mountains, grass, lakes, lakes...

…

As the seasons change, it has heard the gurgling creek, seen the dancing wheat ears, climbed over the snow-capped mountains, embraced the soft white clouds... It has experienced expectations and disappointments. It is full of joy, and it is sad in itself. It says it

I have traveled to every corner of the world, seen long-lost reunions, and silent farewells. I think it may be because I have seen all kinds of things in life, so I can better understand the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life! I think, probably

It must be that I have been bathing in the scorching sun and icy snow all year round, and my heart is as tender as water!

Night falls quietly, and my heart blows gently. When my heart kisses my cheek, the past wakes up from a deep sleep. Suddenly, it spreads overwhelmingly throughout my brain. Suddenly I realize that time is the best storyteller.

, which compiles all stories into words.

In the past, I only thought that east, west, north, and south refer to directions. Later I learned that they also represent distances, obstacles that can be reached with a ticket but difficult to cross. In the past, I stubbornly believed that time is a good medicine and can cure everything.

. Later I realized that there are never memories that time cannot erase, only those that do not want to be forgotten. In the past, I have always believed that no matter who you are, as long as you pay a little more, you can get closer to the people you love. Only later did I know

, some people will not become like you because of your care. In the past, I naively thought that everyone would grow old slowly, but then I discovered that some people live seriously every day, but still do not have time to welcome the first child.

The dawn of the next day. We focus on the cruelty of reality, but we are still willing to look forward to beauty. We always stop and go along the way, always entangled and relieved.

Whenever I see butterflies dancing on the stamens, I am stunned, the corners of my mouth are slightly raised, and my eyes are red again: If I were a pure white cloud, then no matter where you are, just raise your head gently. You can see

As for me, when I feel down, I can listen to the lyrical songs of the waves in the lake. When I’m happy, I can run wildly with my heart. When I’m sad, I can cover my cheeks and sit in a daze.

"You said, if the heart knows our sadness, will it see people in the distance for us, and will it speak unfinished words for us? If even the heart knows it, then you, will you know??"

In the dead of night, I always think a lot. It would be great if everyone's wishes could come true!

Every time, my heart comes close to me, dances gracefully, and tells me about the wine in the old streets, the bonfires at night, the sheep on the grassland, the snow in the mountains, the red lanterns, and the girls in the south. It tells me about it with great interest.

He saw and heard on the road, and then said to me gently and expectantly: "I can grant you a wish."

I looked up at the sky and murmured to myself, but in the end I didn't say anything, just waved my hand gently towards it. Because I knew that many people and things could not stand the test. Those who let time pull, but can still survive.

Those who are connected together are called a lifetime! After years of tempering, those who can stay by your side are the best!
Chapter completed!