The sunlight in the city is a little scorching.
When I was alone amid the currents of the city, like an island adrift, I suddenly thought of the river in front of my childhood home. I don't know why I always think of it. Each time, a flash of white suddenly streaks across my mind, pulling all my memories, even every image in my brain, back to that distant place. That river, whether beneath the blazing sun as it is now or in the fading light of dusk, is always so quiet, so clear, its surface shimmering, when you set it apart like a still life.
As I thought of the river, I thought of Pav. When I looked up, his figure was strangely out of place, reflected on the glass wall of the office building in front of me, huge and heavy. I hurriedly lowered my head and rubbed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was gone. Truly gone.
I thought perhaps the sunlight in this city really had hurt my eyes.
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The story is fuller... The description is very delicate and moving, and it feels good... The only thing I feel is lacking is the narration...
I like it very much. It's so beautiful. By the way, I have written a lot of GL articles like this, so I feel very kind to read them.
It has the same sense of depression as Gong Ziheng's "Sunny Days", support~
Baby. . . Good. . It's absolutely amazing. .