The small mountain village has just fallen asleep
The autumn wind came with a whirl
The sound of the wind was so strong
The small mountain village is still quiet
The wind whistles through the air
The wind pounds against the windows and doors and shakes the leaves and branches
The story of a tragic woman
Leaves a shadow that lingers
Frenzied venting
Makes my heart skip a beat
A cold chill to the bones
A full moon
Hanging in the middle of the sky
Blown by the wind
Shaking and swaying
Like fruit from a tree
The wind has stopped
A pile of leaves in the yard from east to west
That is the footprint of the wind
The wind has stopped
The texture of life is heavier
The weight of the heart is lifted
The world is calm and stable
About the Creator
Ma Luo se
Love is not only a sentiment but also an art。
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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