
Walking Alone Against the Light
by Writerzgxnla
About This Novel
The weeds at dusk also swayed in the wind, but they never asked themselves which direction to fall. We are all people who collect moonlight in the cracks. Occasionally we make a mistake and let a few shadows leak into our luggage. Remember the ancient bell in the temple? Its belly is empty, but it receives the impact of the copper hammer every day. The important thing is not the sighing sound, but that after the shock, it still maintains a harmonious shape in silence. Good guys or bad guys are just cocoons woven by language. The butterfly has long forgotten that it was a caterpillar on the night of breaking out of its cocoon - it just flies, with wings that are half brilliant and half incomplete, to recognize the trembling morning light in the dew. Your luggage is filled with yesterday's unfinished rain. Open your umbrella and continue walking today. The water droplets leaking between the umbrella ribs and the notes struck on the bluestone road are far closer to the rhyme of forgiveness than you think.
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