It's hard to see clearly from a distance. When I got closer, I saw that the dark mass, elusive and motionless like a ghost, was a small house. There are dozens of scattered bamboos in front of the house. The long and narrow bamboo leaves cast bright or dark shadows, and their clear-skeletal figures change with the rhythm of the night wind.
I walked forward with my hands in my hands and lightly knocked on the rusty door knocker on the elm door.
There was a click, followed by the sound of a metal chain rustling, as if someone behind the door was unbolting the door. When I saw the face behind the door clearly through the pale moonlight, I swallowed back the words I had prepared for the whole day.
If the vicissitudes of time give us no chance to refuse, then the person in front of us is so obediently surrendering to the passing time. When he saw me, his furrowed face moved, and the lines on his cheeks squeezed into a strange shape: "It's a blessing to have this distinguished guest here."
Intention: