【Miscellaneous】【Prose】Under Fuzhou Bridge

Hello readers, today's miscellaneous notes describe my comfortable stroll under the Fuzhou Bridge. The content is slightly soft and literary. Let's read it together when you're ready!

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I misidentified the flowers and plants, soaking in the hour that was near dusk and still early in the morning. Take a walk, wind around, look at those plants that you are not familiar with, and associate with your own imagination. Passing by the jogging and playful crowd is like an isolated island.

what is this? That's about it, I don't know much about it. I told myself this, comfortably wrong.

After walking, I wanted to walk again, so I kept to the right and walked slowly, walking along the mottled fallen leaves. The fallen leaves on the front and back are piled up on both sides of the trail, and the weeds around them are growing arbitrarily, and they move with the wind. A lake covered by Piaoping, or another beautiful and clear riverside after another prohibition notice.

With her smart eyes, Mother Nature looked into the window of my soul.

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Touching the wet tissue in my hand, and a hundred-yen bill and fifty-yen coin in my trouser pocket, I pondered the gap between such a material life and spiritual feelings. The lyrical interwar period extends under the floating island bridge.

I could not hear the voices of the people around me, nor the shouts of relatives and friends from far away, only the sound of wind, birds, and grass blades rubbing against each other. How much I hope to sink to a depth of six feet. Is there an adventure that I don't know about in the inner and hidden natural soul?

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After I got a call from my mother and made an appointment for a moment and a place to meet, I hung up. Walk slowly again. After meeting, she helped me buy some snacks nearby, and the two of them ate together. After eating, they discarded the rubbish, and then walked around the sheepfold to see the dogs in the pet park.

The day ended like this again.