The river is singing, with white dress, meandering to the east firmly. It is greeted by many sienna levaves, which is like a name card of winter. Leaves are whispering, like Kallima inachus lurking at the door of spring.
Bushes were interspersed among trees. And the stones are mantled over with green mosses. Three trees fall down, acrossing the river. The biggest one with sparse thorns seems to be cut down in a day or two and the stump is still alive.
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