cyriekassie

That road

When I walked past the old elm tree, something seemed to come out of my mind. I couldn't help looking back at the loess at the root of the tree, and slowly saw the white clouds in the sky along the tree poles and branches. The white clouds floated slowly, which reminded me of the koalas who crawled slowly on eucalyptus trees in the animal world and the little turtles who were watched in the pet market. But I didn't find what came out of my mind.