Walking alone under the silver moonlight, the wind gently brushes my ears, as if carefully caring for my hair, softly.
Gradually, a dynamic bustling street scene jumps out of my eyes: bright lights, resplendent. People on the street stop and go. Following the crowd, I walk to the promenade on the riverbank. Standing by the river, leaning against the stone railing, my gaze drifts to the twinkling place on the other side. The sound of washing comes from under my feet, accompanied by the faint babbling water sound, and the whispers of people around and the occasional loud talks play under the command of the cool wind. The river surface in front is covered with streaks of twinkling colorful silks, interwoven with the moonlight, chasing the direction the wind runs, waving to it. I gradually lose myself in it.
The pleasant cool wind accompanies me home. The smell of grilled meat drifts in my nostrils, mixed with a faint fruit fragrance, feeling so comfortable. The wind drives away my original hesitation and standing still, dispels my gluttonous thoughts, and successfully awakens me to continue walking. Turning into a bookstore, lingering for a moment, I walk out of the bookstore happily with the book I have long desired, walking home facing the wind.
The wind gradually plays wildly, waving its hands, shaking the branches, the leaves rustling, the wind ruffles my hair, falling on my arms and face like a shower, cool.
Holding the book, as if holding hope. I am strolling in the night wind, walking towards the home where the firelight is flickering not far away.
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