The cold wind is blowing, the fallen leaves are flying, and the memories are slender. The new sun shines coldly. Both sides of the stone road in the cold and silent mountain stream are lined with small evergreen trees. The roots are twisted around and around, and thousands of white stems hang down from the branches. The sun's rays fell between the leaves, and they happened to shine on the woman in green who had just come down from the mountain. The woman in green clothes holds a long bamboo pole in her hand, and her black hair keeps flying with the movement of her hand. A black shadow gradually approached in the distance. Qing Yi stopped and looked warily, then tightened his grip on the bamboo pole in his hand. He yelled: Who is coming? When the black figure saw this, he smiled and said: "Xiaosheng comes here every day, why don't you recognize the girl?" Qing Yi pursed her lips and said with a smile: "So it's you." Why are you here so early today? The black shadow said: Wasn't it windy last night? I was worried that the garbage that I didn't have time to remove and dispose of yesterday would be blown everywhere by the wind, so I came to take a look early. Clean up as early as possible so as not to delay your cleaning. Qing Yi said: I think so too, it's all because of the damn wind. After that, he took the broom and continued to clean up the fallen leaves. BY: Stoudemire 2008.07.05
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