Balcony

The sun is going to set. It seems that after a whole day’s consumption, the light is not dazzling, dragging a slightly tired body and slowly sinking. I am leaning against the balcony, enjoying the residual temperature left by the sunshine, looking at the old “besieged city”, there were several Fawu standing silently beside the road in dilapidated disguise, with sad low-back music beside the ears. The sun still rested on the top of the mountain, but now the sharp spirit which was completely polished became round, shy and at a loss; The sky was very pure and quiet, and the clean contiguous clouds could not be found. Finally, it felt really bored. It didn’t endure the loneliness any more. The Blush on its face disappeared quietly, leaving only a piece of Western Sky blushed by it. The night took this opportunity and came secretly. Balcony, or that balcony. I often wonder: why is it called balcony? Now that crescent moon has appeared, it should be called platform. If it was the night of the full moon and the moonlight on the balcony, I would feel uncomfortable and poetic. Probably the function is that most people who have balconies are used for drying clothes. It would be more awkward if you could show your clothes on the platform. I had to enlighten myself like this, so I felt much better. In fact, the balcony is not easy either. It carries cool clothes and sundries throughout the year, plants flowers and plants, and the sun is just fine. It has to go through the torture of wind and rain, and I will be misunderstood by unreasonable people like me. At the beginning, calling the balcony may also have a yearning for beauty, making this platform full of sunshine and warmth, less obscure and hostile, and the place with light should be transparent even if there is shadow, you can always see the truth. Therefore, no matter in the daytime or at night, I am still very attached to this balcony. I often look at the bustling smoke and clouds through the balcony, the Four Seasons scenery outside the window, and the hurried passers-, and the joy and pain behind them.

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