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    ? After lunch at noon, I took a long detour to the park for a walk. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because I haven¡¯t been to the park for a long time, or because the sun is really good today, and there is amazing beauty in the park.  The strong sunlight shines on the tall bare branches, and the shadows drawn by the trees are reflected on the meticulously clean concrete floor, on the grass, on the red wall, on the rockery, and on the cloth bag, everywhere, like shadows in the ground  It is another fantasy world, a bird flies from this bare branch to another tree, but its body is invisible, but its shadow falls on the shadow of the tree on the wall beside it, as if jumping from this world to another world  , this world and the unpredictable shadow world are connected together in an unknown place, and this wonderful moment has become eternity in my eyes.  The shadows of the grass, the shadows of the flowers and vines are rustling, especially like a meticulous painting.  When the thinner shadows on the top of the tree extend from the ground to the red wall, they look like climbing vines.  How could there be such a miraculous thing?  In the middle of winter when everything is dormant, the earth is bare, but I see the supreme vitality of life in the bare world. The leaf buds and flower buds in spring, the thick green leaves in summer, and the golden leaves and fruits in autumn cannot present such amazing beauty.  Such an astonishing vitality, there is also some kind of indescribable health, and it is also the ultimate light. My heavy soul walks in such light, and it feels like a mass of darkness walking in light, which is very strange.  Speaking of monsters, at a corner of the park, a bald old man stood quietly in a corner, standing still for a long time, the sun reflected his shadow on the wall beside him, motionless, especially like "A Thousand Years"  The faceless man in Chihiro.

    I don¡¯t know why now, but I feel my heart is a little fragile. I can¡¯t tell whether it¡¯s the physical fragility or the heart¡¯s short respite after a long and painful pain.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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