In those parks built in riverside oases, the cobblestone paths are filled with dry silt, and plastic bags are hung on the low trees, which always make a rustling sound when the wind blows. Mu Xin has been taking naps on the bench here since she was in elementary school. Beside the bench is lush green grass and a bunch of dandelions. Mu Xin said that sitting here and watching the river will give you the feeling of watching the sea, so I spent an afternoon on the weekend to come here to watch the river. Mu Xin and I were leaning on a bench to bask in the sun. The river was carrying shadows coming from the foot of the distant mountains, and I smelled a faint fishy smell. Mu Xin fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair, and the sun was blocked by thick clouds. Her face is slightly rounded, her broken hair hangs down at the corners of her eyes, and her eyelashes tremble slowly with her breathing. I looked at her side face and found that it was a kind of suppressed lushness, so lush that it was crazy.
I want to lower my head and kiss her before the moonlight floods.
Intention: A fleeting moment passes, and youth dies young.