化冰


Friday evening, coming back from the friendship hospital, my bicycle asked me to go and see Houhai. Probably because she knew the lake would soon loose its winter crust. The place was sad, it was as if the ice was crying the spring festival. It is too early to rejoice about the green buds and the warmer weather.
Alone in the gray, the park is getting ready for the sunny days in silence.

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