The other shore - Youshanglian
The lake is so peaceful, and even the slightest breeze cannot bring out any ripples. Maybe in a few seconds, maybe in a few minutes, the maple leaves have already scattered all around, and the lake is still calm, with only a few beautiful touches of dim yellow and bright red occasionally added. Following the path of the leaves, the direction of the wind, and extending my gaze, on the other side of the lake, the slender catkins are twisting a piece of soft, crystal-clear eyes, staring at the other end of the lake, and the eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling leave a trace in my heart. Traces, but this strange touch slowly expanded, gradually filling the atrium. The moment my heart is filled, my thoughts stop instantly, like the summer after the rain, my moist heart deeply remembers this scene. Is this love at first sight? (I'm a lazy person, so I haven't finished this article, and it's not very well written. Just take a look.
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