I put out the cigarette butt and stood up. When I walked out of the office, it was still early. The late autumn wind blew a little cool on me. I pushed out the motorcycle from the shed and stepped on it. I still had a lot of things to do. I had been immersed in the past memories, not because of my character.
The engine of the motorcycle made a sound, and the gas at the tail of the car condensed into black smoke, and the car started.
"I want to go to Clearwater Village."
In the late autumn, the sunset reflected the sky. Yellow leaves drifted along the road, some heavy and some faint. In the harvest season, only a dead pole was left on the beam; the green leaves were waving in the breeze; the rice in the field had been harvested; some were laid out on the fields; some were spread out in t
