The broken sky

I don’t know how beautiful the perfect sky is, nor how comfortable the clear streams are; I like listening to songs quietly by myself, put yourself into the dim gray world, put aside all the realities and responsibilities; Quietly experience the stability that loneliness brings to me. Maybe this is either escaping or being isolated;

Bamboo morning evening

In the morning, the drizzle like smoke slowly fell down. The air is extremely fresh after the rain. The habit of strolling in the bamboo forest for many years is that the smell of green bamboo and the fragrance of grass pervade the whole forest and the breeze blows, and everything seems to be alive.