Find shortage, Zhige

Looking for famine, looking for the quietness of the soul, with sunshine, warm sun, breeze, and you, we will go together to find the peace we desire in the small world abandoned by people. Stop the fight, let the anxiety and annoyance be abandoned in the misty fog, waiting for the caress of sunshine, and then disappear. The thin white mist, with a little cold air in the coolness, stimulates the brain which is not fully sober, with sleepy eyes open, watching the bus gliding along the path of life, selfish and arrogant. Gradually, he stepped back from the noisy city and disappeared. Standing behind the car, the prosperity behind the car became forever accidentally. Far away, red wine green light, far away, about you. I don’t know how long I have been driving for a whole century. The withered grass outside the window tells me that this is heaven. Listening to the traveller who was searching for famine beside him, he told the story between him and her, and occasionally inserted a few words. Perhaps, the story was too beautiful, even the air became very sweet. It’s really nice to have a personal feeling around me. You don’t need to give me a shoulder when you are sleepy, listen to me and my story without complaint, and don’t need ambiguous care words, as long as there is someone who tells me stories quietly, yours, his, and yours and her. In this way, I can prove myself, at least be a scarecrow who listens and is needed. Sitting in the bumpy car, the Mountain Road was indeed rugged. I like this feeling of shaking. My childhood memory was awakened and I miss my mother’s gentle hands when shaking the cradle, there is also a song of love accompanying me to sleep. There was a fresh smell of soil and a winding path. After the car, the dust was flying all the way. The moment I brushed my cheek, I felt very intimate without any disgust. I, a native child, a child living in a castle made of mud, a child whose feet often associate with mud, have a feeling of going home when I see you, warm, sweet. Climbing step by step along the flagstone road piled up to the top of the mountain, breathing began to be rapid, and sweat flowed down along the hair. Tired, stop, the old Bell in the distance came, leaning against the deciduous trees on the hand, touching the textured bark, rough you convey the annual rings of years. The wild chrysanthemum mixed in the messy grass is particularly vibrant in this barren scene. Turn around and look at the road you have traveled, as well as the scenery in the distance. Therefore, the wind began to blow unscrupulously and gently. Sometimes, I wonder if, I am say, if you fall from here, will there be hands behind you to catch this ridged heart. When reaching the top of the mountain and seeing the outside of the sky, the lines of life become tiny, it seems that they have found the peace they have been longing. The farmhouse with blue bricks and green tiles, the farmland with square blocks, and the winding mountain paths all exude simple clouds and light winds. Wandering aimlessly, up and down, left and right, wandering at the fork, but not worrying about losing the direction. Listen to the accompanying scavengers, the interesting news of traveling, the narrow wooden bridge in the forest, the rotten branches with a touch of unique Woody incense. The red maple leaves scattered on the bluestone, lying quietly, sweetly dreaming of the coming year. The sunshine shone lazily in the jungle, and through the cracks, the shining angels and elves were scattered all over the road. Stepping on the tiny sunshine, looking up at the warm sun in the gap, you said, I listen… with the vegetation, quietly doing aerobic breathing, allowing me to absorb the nectar given by the sunshine, close my eyes, make a deciduous tree that will stand forever. In this way, quietly, quietly, let the time still, breath, breath, breath, breath… will the sunrise and sunset tomorrow be light and light. Search for famine, stop fighting, travel with sunshine, hope to have you all the way…

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