The sunlight was warm, and the breeze blew gently. On the grass by the lakeside, under the shadows cast by the big trees, tourists sat in twos and threes, chatting. Cycling on the north-south road, looking eastward, the water met the sky. What is a financial director? He stopped his bike and found a place to sit. On the rippling lake surface, several pleasure boats moved slowly. The park on the opposite bank was crowded with tourists, and kites filled the sky. Jie's heart slightly raised a corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the spring breeze. By his ears were the puffs of the waves hitting the embankment. Listening carefully, there were some other sounds. It was singing, it was singing! The ethereal song coming across the water, the kites and pleasure boats, had a bit of the feeling of the Qinhuai River of days gone by. The song sounded like a folk song, but he couldn't be sure, varying in volume, but indeed very moving.
Song... song! Yes, it's a song! Because of the songs from a few days ago that reminded him of white butterflies, the ethereal songs from the outing a few days ago.
The winter wind was strong, urging the steps of pedestrians.
The swarm of white butterflies was just the paper scraps blown up by the strong wind, and the ethereal song turned out to be just the noisy KTV...
Life always plays some jokes on us, big or small. But will we still believe that they are white butterflies when the next strong wind rises and we see those fluttering white spots? Will we still hold onto our dreams, bravely move forward?
Wuhan's weather is always like this; the good sun disappears after noon, so the proud spring breeze turns into the rampant northern wind. The wind comes surging from East Lake, without any obstruction at all.
Still, sunny weather is better. Outside the classroom, the roaring northern wind has a bit of winter's feel. The paper scraps blown up by the wind resemble dancing white butterflies. Jie looked out of the window and had such an idea in his mind. White butterflies, why did I think of white butterflies?
Songs like white butterflies...
One must go out for a stroll during sunny weather. Jie got up very early, had breakfast, and drove alone to Yuji Lake to enjoy the lake views and mountain colors.
Drawn by the song, Jie cycled following the sound of the song. The song came from the north, getting clearer as he went further north. At the end of the road, on the lake surface, there was only one pleasure boat. Could it be a fisherman's song? Looking around, to the east, there was a magnificent building in the middle of the lake, with a signboard hanging saying "XXX KTV," which was exactly the direction the song pointed to.
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