Yellow sand fall, eyes still red troubles

In the afternoon, in the suburb, the path winds. At this time, there was no bird in the quiet wilderness, and everything was quiet. Walking silently, the path gradually extended behind me. Only my heart was following me, and I didn’t know when I would reach the end of the road. I just raised my forefoot blankly, and followed my forefoot again. Perhaps this is the real ease, without taking into account the worries of the world of mortals behind you. Let thoughts make the most real and pure natural travel. The sunshine above my head is not as warm as yesterday’s. Maybe it is the wind, which has blurred the whole day. The path is still, quiet, dark yellow appearance. The grass covered both ends of the road and crawled under the dry tree. The scenery seemed a little bleak, but compared with the prosperous world, it was extremely indifferent, with nothing hypocritical in it. I like it. It seems to have become a habit to walk here. I am used to throwing all the burdens behind my mind and letting my heart feel the detached nature. When the wind blows, the dead leaves and yellow sand are flying all over the sky, forming a picture that is difficult to draw and flow in the sky. The hazy dark yellow was frozen at that moment, everlasting. The wind messed up the hair and covered my eyes. I was still lingering on the path. The shrill horn came from my ear, and I knew the sound came from the top of the tree, whistling in the wind. The wind blowing towards me surrounded me by dust. I didn’t shake off the dust, let the wind blow the dust all over my face. At that moment, I thought I had returned to my original nature. I have become a part of nature. I closed my eyes and wished that I was that tiny dust, flying all over the world with the strong wind. There is no need to worry about where the road ahead is. Even if there is abyss or thorns ahead, you can fly away as long as there is wind. Standing in the wind and sand, thoughts can be freely dissociated, so in the windy days, the heart will fly with the yellow sand all over the sky. The road extends all the way, and I keep moving forward. After walking for a long time, I didn’t reach the end of the road. Looking up from afar, it was the wind and sand that covered my eyes. I could not see the edge of the sky or where the end of the road was. After tossing and turning, I suddenly found that the oncoming wind was pushing me forward. I was stunned for a long time and felt inexplicable, but I was already walking in the path when I came. The wind is really not good, I have to run forward. You can’t explain the reason to the wind, you can only be blown by the wind to make your legs hurt. It turns out that downwind sometimes makes people feel headache. Tired, tired, run by the wind, that is a kind of enjoyment. It is already very leisurely and relaxed. Isn’t it a headache if the wind blows you again? Just like our life, everyone wants to live without annoyance and worry-free, sailing along the water. But if it is too smooth, you will feel that life is boring just like plain boiled water. If you put it in your mouth, you will have no courage to taste it. It seems that a plain life is hard to find! But at least the wind will not be insincere. It will give full play to its joys and sorrows, never hide or agree with it. The wind on the path still blew me forward. Now I have adapted to it and even began to enjoy it. The withered grass on the roadside also waved and nodded to me at this time, and the withered branches on the top of the head also waved their hands to me. The dark yellow dust and sand carried the wind on my shoulder. At that time, there was a strange tenderness in my heart. The faint sunshine lengthened my rising lip line and smiled again and again. I like walking silently on this Wilderness Road, being blown by the wind and surrounded by dust and sand. That was the purest and most natural invitation without any false smiles. Even if I want to leave, just like now. The path behind me is still winding, extending to a long distance. It was not shortened because of my running and tiredness; The withered and yellow weeds were still worshiping at the foot of the tree, and did not stop swinging because of my leaving; The tree was still raging in the wind, yellow sand still pushes me to run. The horn of departure was played behind him, and it seemed particularly loud at this time. It turns out that they have seen me off, but in different ways. I couldn’t help looking back frequently, but I was fascinated by the wind and sand at a certain moment. I let tears flow on my face and didn’t wipe them. I was afraid that I would hurt this innocent heart. Tears stop, standing on the road and the port of the street, I want to make a final stay with the dust. The withered leaves flying all over the sky are holding hands with me now. It is like an inexplicable invitation and an inevitable move forward. Ye Ying, dancing in the wind, unexpectedly blended into the streets of the city at this time. A burst of car shadow went through, and Ye Huala fell on the gorgeous Street with the passing wind. A gust of wind rose, and the withered leaves drifted with the wind and left where they were. The traffic flows towards the city and the shadows rush. I looked there, where there was still my breath. Tired and tired, I can retreat here and make the closest and most free contact with the curved path, withered weeds, dry branches and yellow sand on the pavement. Let’s get the most natural and refreshing experience of Maokun washing. When the yellow sand is gone, the world of mortals is still in front of us. The eyes are bustling, everything behind me is quietly separated from me at this moment, and the wind stops instantly. 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