After leaving Ehu Park and walking on the street, I decided to go to Tiger-shaped Park to have a look. After all, it was not far away. The most ordinary pedestrians were striding forward silently, stopping to communicate among the bustling crowds, and even talking loudly.

The road is very tight and you can reach the intersection quickly. At this time, you can make any choice, wait for the traffic lights and then walk directly to the opposite side.

Walking to the lively intersection, the street performers are immersed in their own world. They play guitars on the ground, with speakers on the ground, and their hands flying on the strings like butterflies. Sometimes we can enjoy duets, rhythmic drum beats and soft

The saxophones are cleverly intertwined, and the smooth and soothing sound can not be hindered by the wind and touch our hearts.

Crossing the dim bridge, you can see homeless people inadvertently. Most of them are sitting on the floor, tightly wrapped in invisible quilts, leaving only the incomplete food on their knees. Occasionally, a well-meaning person

Passers-by handed them bread silently, but there were not many lengthy conversations.

Occasionally, I would encounter several poor beggars as I passed by, muttering quickly about their seemingly helpless experiences. The passers-by felt cheap pity and asked straightforwardly to pay with a small amount of change, but most people turned away or pretended not to.

Hear and ignore everything. They will complain in disappointment and helplessness, and the voice will gradually increase from low to high. If their footsteps are faster, they will soon be able to get rid of these trivial noises. Sometimes loud rejections are also mixed in

With sarcasm and a few simple but powerful dialogues, they wandered the streets during the day. I gave them two dollars each, and they received them one after another.

The sun in the dome seemed to have seen through everything. Years of helplessness, cowardice and joking in the world fell silent after a brief confrontation. The reflections walking towards each other gradually disappeared at the corner at the end of the road, and the footsteps were light or heavy.

Continuing to walk forward, she walked to the river covered with dry reeds and stood on the hanging ladder that went up and down along the small building. Not far away, a couple slowly approached, and the gentle wind blew on her face.

Above, the crimson light of the sunset fell on the shoulders of boys and girls who were affectionately hugging and kissing each other, but there were relatively few people in the park.

I took a detour and walked onto another path. This kind of aimless walking has nothing to do with distance, it is the feeling of seeing in a moment. I revisited the old place, revisited the park where I first met, and stepped lightly on the grass wet by the mist and rain in early spring.

, the slightly muddy black soil retains footprints under its own downward gravity. Through the forest, some of the tall trees I could see a few months ago are no longer there, leaving only the thick trunks. The trees that once covered the ground are no longer there.

Most of the red and yellow leaves have disappeared, only a few water birds in the pond are still playing leisurely.

Most of the words engraved on the benches on the park road to commemorate a certain craftsman have faded. The yearning for permanent departure and the best wishes for the new couple in life have not been erased in the changes of seasons. Passers-by will involuntarily express their temporary emotions.

Or admire. Walking along the edge of the pool, two familiar and lively colors reflected in his side eyes. He squatted down and watched the mandarin ducks kissing the ripples in front of him. Not far away, there was a small tiger-shaped park.

There seemed to be lovers of all kinds. Curious passers-by quietly watched.

There are relatively few people in the tiger-shaped park in the wild mountains, so you can see some invisible things here.

I walked downhill with the rain and left the park. I looked down at the bustling world, where the noisy sounds roared into the tranquility of the night stars. I opened my arms, listened to the beautiful birdsong among the treetops, watched the lively squirrels jumping, and suddenly thought,

How can a person's life be smooth sailing? In a distant city, walking on an unfamiliar road, the scenery he sees is so natural and peaceful. This is already the greatest comfort.

The years have diluted the edge of the mountain peaks, and the years have turned into calm rivers. I stood at a certain intersection in the southwest, at the border of Yunchuan, with the province as the boundary. , crossing the river, the wind was rushing, and in the blink of an eye, disillusionment swept across the mountains and rivers! Waited for a while

After thousands of years, we have not waited until the mountains and rivers have dried up. The mountains and rivers lie between us, endless, rugged, and we miss each other.

When we came to the bridge connecting the other side of the Pingshui River, we were also far apart. After decades of wind and rain, we have gone through many vicissitudes, but we are still scattered and lonely! Passers-by come and go, with their own journeys and ideas.

There are also distant places that I want to pursue.

I have been waiting here for many years, watching the wind and rain erode the brand new street signs. If there is not enough family affection, even the memory will lose traces of you... Those are the traces of your real existence, as if you have never existed. Yes.

, time is changing ruthlessly, and things are also changing. Follow nature and don’t give in!

This is not Jiangnan style, but there is a wind similar to Pingshui River, which makes you mistakenly fall into the dream of Jiangnan, thinking that this is Jiangnan style. Recite ancient poems in ancient buildings, recall the feelings of the ancients in old alleys, and look for lovers in every layer.

I mistakenly think that the boats in the river also have the brush of dreams, painting the aura of dreams. This winding river, this fast river, can scare your courage. Will you still be afraid of the big river in Pingxiang in the future?

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When it's misty and rainy, it's like running in a fairyland. If there is no guidance, you must be lost halfway and don't know where to go. Confused and panicked, you must also scare the birds in the mountains. When you interrupt their beautiful singing

, you must not know where they flew to. Their singing filled the entire mountain forest, but you stepped on it. The dry leaves under your feet, the rustling earth, like the inadvertent breeze, passed through the mountains and forests.

The insects are silent in the gaps, and you can clearly hear your own rapid breathing. You always feel that there is someone hiding in a corner deep in the jungle, but after running for a while, you can't find it, and the immortal is also gone.

The ships anchored on both sides of the strait have also been rain or shine, sending blessings to you thousands of miles away. I wish you a smooth journey, calm when you come, unhurried when you go. Autumn is coming, I put away a gust of cool breeze and hang on

The branches of time, when you come, tell you to come with the spring breeze!

The silence of Pingshui River is enough to hold on to the blue sky for a day, giving you the vastness of life; the long flow of a river is enough to wait for a lifetime, and then accompany you to the end of time; the gurgling stream is enough to make the dust on your face disappear.

Sweep it away and let you return to life spotless!

Maybe, I don’t even know where I am, the world is so big, I’m waiting for you here! Whether you believe it or not, the blue sky and the rapid river know that as early as the beginning of life, in the corners of the mountains, there are countless
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