Under the vast sky, the grass has faded into a vast expanse. Looking up at the sky, the clouds change, and the time suddenly alternates and overlaps. The rolled piles of wheat straw were scattered and neatly placed under the sky, and they were separated from each other by a distance that was slightly farther than their eyebrows. Everything is silently stopped at the second "tick", except—
He came over, with a big blue streamlined head without eyebrows, so his expression lost its carrier; he came staggeringly, clumsily, but step by step, walking steadily; he lowered his big head , He concealed all his emotions, but so much loneliness, so much melancholy, so many little emotions that were indistinguishable, all bloomed one after another like little flowers on the tip of grass. He walked quietly in the wheat fields, through the vast and yellowing grass, through the mottled clouds in the sky, and through the scattered and neat piles of wheat straw. He didn't stop for a moment, but always clumsily, carefully, and lonely in a fixed direction. The vast world left behind his lonely and sad footprints.
I liked the way he stood by the wheat field with his head bowed, which reminded me vaguely and especially clearly of Lily Zhou's etheric world and the giant posters that also bloomed in the wheat field. His loneliness, so striking, makes people have the urge to cry. He fiddled with the flyer in his hand, and then, when the wind came, the red pieces of paper were scattered into small pieces. His panic, so eye-catching, people can't help but smile, and then taste a touch of sadness and sadness. The little blue man, the insignificant little person, all the sorrows, joys and joys are ignored by the world, and the faces that cannot be seen are indifferent to the boundless worries of the world. The unattended situation is like a small dot ignored in the vast background, as indifferent as ink, blurry.
However,
He actually ran, facing the wind, facing the surprised and amazed eyes of passers-by, running across the grass, across the block, over the zebra crossing, over all the obstacles that once blocked him. He changed his lonely attitude, and with the speed of wind, he brought warmth and laughter to the children, and gave the young mothers hope in life. He won the love of the children, the help of the clerk, and more. Brings hopeful morning light to a hopeless and grieving family.
Blue, the sex is melancholy, but it blooms with a warm warmth.
The big blue drooping head, the posture is lonely and lonely, but at the speed of the running wind, I experience the enthusiasm and expectation of life.
The little man, still insignificant, but with his sunny eyes opened the doors of many people's closed dead hearts.
Under the vast sky, there is a little man with a big blue head hanging down. With his lonely and melancholy posture, he stood quietly in the vast wheat field, motionless.
The wind blew gently, and I stared at him with peaceful eyes. Then, for a split second, I heard the crisp sound of hope flying with great realness.
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