The drizzle depicts the green leaves and red flowers, and everything listens to the tranquility.
A white bird is like a ray of light, flying on the bluestone road
It Its cry was like a song, free and clear.
It walked briskly and jumped on the road like flying.
I walked over and met the white bird.
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It and I stopped at the same time.
Looked at each other for a minute.
Conversed in silence.
We had no fear of each other. , only love.
For a moment, it was like having a lifelong conversation.