Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 32 (Me and the sunset v. melancholy)
You are the line of dawn and dusk falling into the world.

This calm day without pleats is also shining.

The new leaves of the green bridge are intertwined, swaying in the breeze, and the time has been torn into different sizes and scattered on the old red bricks.

At dusk, the leaves are swaying, the dust is flowing, and the shadows go back in a hurry, resting on the edge of the dazzling sunset, drinking a pot of old wine and watching the sunset drunk into the evening clouds.

The dark red that is gradually thickening is wanton smearing on the sky, a few wisps of light clouds are entangled, the tired bird is swaying its wings on the red warm twilight, the air is quiet, only the sound of the collision of the wings and the air current can be heard, and the sunset slants from the west. Falling down, half of his face has been submerged into the green barrier of Shan Lian in the distance.

Birds homing to their nests pass through the sparse clouds; the branches that fall into the pine wind gust start to shake the green leaves, it is the fireworks of a tree, nostalgic for the deep and shallow pink, burning like fire, burning into the sky gorgeous and beautiful. The silent sunset, and the afterglow spots of light, smashed on the ground and scattered into a piece of gold shavings.

When crossing the port and meeting the boat, I spread the sea into letter paper, the swaying water light fell into pieces of silver, and the moment when I salvaged the dusk cloud was slightly drunk, with the sky, plain and long, I ran to the distance.

I tell the melancholy with the sunset.

Time left.

(End of this chapter)