Many times, I think trees should have their own postures. Women have their own postures. Cats are gentler than women.
Near a drainage fir, the branches of camphor trees are thick and tortuous. The cat is under the camphor tree and the woman feeds it. Looking down from the windowsill, a woman and a cat can't tell who is gentler. I am like a vulture, and their every move in front of my eyes attracts my attention. The cat was licking the food in the bowl, and the woman squatted down with her back to me.
The woman stroked the cat's head from the top of the head to the back of the neck. The cat's brown hair has been smoothed. The air was quiet and the leaves didn't fall. I used to like Metasequoia glyptostroboides, but now I prefer to look at the crown of camphor tree. In the shade of the tree, I occasionally look up through the cracks in the leaves, but I can't see the blue sky and white clouds.
The leaves of Metasequoia glyptostroboides falling to the ground are layers of grayish yellow. Like needles, like hedgehog hair. When all the plants appear in green, I can feel that the seasons are beginning to change. Metasequoia flew straight into the sky, still standing in the barrier of a wall.
I think I will occasionally look at the camphor tree and pay attention to its furry crown. Summer can bring cool comfort and block some dazzling light. The cat chose camphor tree and ate some life-saving food in the shade. There are also women who caress its head and give it tenderness.
Everything has its original appearance. The construction site continues, and more and more machines come in handy. Cats often appear in corridors or under the trees. Sometimes I'm afraid of people, sometimes I'm not. Where are the others? Busy with your own business, everyone is in a hurry.
I stood on the windowsill and looked at the scenery in the distance. The woman and the cat downstairs got the moon first. The so-called coincidence is a casual encounter. Eyes, sometimes can be transferred. And the first glance will stay as attention for a long time.
On the screen of mobile phone, things that can attract attention are always out of reach. There are some things outside the window and downstairs, and there may be different scenes to fill the gaps in life. Cats as an animal. Animals that are exempt from adoption sometimes have a moment's support. Compared with domestic cats, they are special. Independent, free and gentle.
Maybe you don't agree, but this is how I feel about cats. Zhangshu also has cats enjoying the cool in the shade. The cat didn't climb the tree, just paced under it. I left the shade step by step in an empty afternoon. It seems a little quiet outside, only the loud noise of the pile driver can be heard, which is so harsh.
Having written about cats, I always feel that cats have become a special landscape. There will be words about cats in the future. If there are cats in life all the time, there will be cats in words. Women are an unexpected discovery. Compared with the gentleness of cats, women are more real. A cat's tenderness can be traced back, while a woman is uncertain. Finally, the woman gave the cat tenderness, or the cat's tenderness infected the woman. These are hard to explain.
With so many cats, keeping a cat may become an idea. However, I don't want to have a cat. Just seeing a cat in the corridor makes me feel kind. Someone feeds them, and cat lovers will naturally help them. And I often touch it and give it a normal care. Call it and it will answer. There are Metasequoias and Cinnamomum camphora around the cat. I like all this.