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This is a world full of delusions that are distorted. The heavy rain drenched the thunder, and the cloud shadows of the sun moved slowly.

I stood under an eave with a vermilion tile, watching the rain drenching the black earth.

There are no extra voices. This is an alternative quiet.

At the moment, in my palm, there is a firefly that is wet with the wings. It quietly lifts its wet wings, crouching in my palm, almost falling asleep. The light on its abdomen is already weak, looming, like the unpredictable light of a distant beacon. I touched his stunned body with great interest. It opened the sleepy scorpion, looked at me in confusion, and then turned tired and closed her eyes. I can see that its chest is swelling with the breath, which reminds me of my grandfather, the peace before his death.

The rain is always down.

I looked up at the deep sky, the night sky without stars, and the darkness made people suffocate. I reached out, and in the coolness of the rain crystal, I suddenly felt the ruthlessness of time. Zeng Jin’s relatives, some are still around, and some have gone to the other world that is beyond reach. I remember hearing people say that every deceased person will be turned into a star in the comet sea, watching in the sky silently watching those who are worried about them before and after life.

But there is no star tonight. Only the rain and water are flying.

Should I feel sad? I said to myself, and then took back the hand that was silent in the rain.

The shadows of the Qingshan trees in the distance are mottled and swayed by the rain, revealing an unnatural downfall.

I close my eyes, let him float, my empty soul. Every night like this, I feel that there is an indescribable fear that surrounds me. The blink of an eye was awakened, I was afraid to cry. Tears can be thrown in the eyelids and refused to drip and melt my thick sadness. At that time, I would feel helpless and helpless. Like a prisoner who stood in a strange country and stood on the punishment ground, in the last moment that I will wave away from the world, what kind of warmth and sunshine of my loved ones? Bright, but can not feel a minute. His world is just dark and dark.

However, at the moment I heard a voice. In the continuous rain, it came from afar. The sound is wet and very nice. I seem to have a curse, and the footsteps go into the rain uncontrollably to pursue the beauty that seems to be nothing.

then. In the next moment. I saw her, flashing in front of me, pure white figure. The delicate movements seem to be independent and independent.

Her footsteps were shattered without sound, and it seemed to be slow but quickly disappeared into my sight. I did not give a greeting to the dead, in the rain I stood silently, lost the soul.

Suddenly a thunder.

The reality is broken down a little bit, and the pictures of green hills, tree shadows, white women, and fireflies are broken in the distance.

Then I stood up and suddenly fascinated on the cool bed.

Yishan Yizhong, Cangnan County, Wenzhou City: Sun Fuzan

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