Bonnie Aguinaga
Stories (2/0)
To miss is to forget
Walking into the quiet south of the Yangtze River, the pattering rain is endless. I was walking alone in the lonely rain lane, and the high walls and stones of the rain lane were peeling off. The green moss covered the walls, I wandered in the quiet rain lane; I hope to meet a girl like you. Like you, you have a shy smile with a low eyebrow, a gentle smile, a face like a flower, and a vivid step like a lotus flower. But now people go to the empty building, I guard the window that belongs to you, crying alone. Tears spilled on the high wall, and the wall corroded a few inches. I wonder if moss will grow in the coming year.
By Bonnie Aguinaga2 years ago in Wander
walk in the mind
In the evening, the dark blue sky, which gradually lost its light, changed with the passage of time, and the darkness gradually swallowed the light. The light of thousands of households seems to set off the only shimmer in the sky. The twilight was dark, and when I looked around, I saw only the blurred figure of the tree, and I recognized the tired figure. Occasionally a slight breeze slanted, like silk swept across the tree's leaf tips, the hair of pedestrians, and it produced a slight change. Let the originally hot evening have a bit of coolness.
By Bonnie Aguinaga2 years ago in Journal