Sentences describing desolate environment
2. In the autumn wind, the leaves sway aimlessly and dance in the coolness. This is reflected in my dim eyes, and my thoughts merged into tears, which also drifted away with the autumn wind.
Walking alone in the street, pedestrians are smiling carefree. They are laughing at my failure. Did I go too far? The sun is shining, but it is also making fun of me severely. Even my usual delicate flowers and vibrant grass are eclipsed. I sat in the street feebly, as if I had been drained of blood.
4, people cut the yellow flowers, full of sadness, full of sadness, tearful eyes, still the bright full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, such as transparent dew sprinkled on the bright jade plate, loud and indifferent and desolate.
Some people say that autumn is lonely and desolate. It is also said that autumn is a kind of beauty and a kind of hope. Autumn, this season, we understand the true meaning of life, understand a higher level of responsibility and beauty. This kind of beauty is not superficial or superficial. This kind of beauty is a heavy harvest in crops, a fruit full of branches, and flowers blooming in the garden after the storm.
It was a cold winter morning, and the glass window was covered with thick ice flowers. The freshly poured face wash water is as hard as a stone in the blink of an eye. Outside the house, inside the house, on the trees and on the ground, it was covered with snow, and the biting north wind kept blowing and made a sharp cry. Ah, what a dripping winter morning.
7. When the weather turned cold, osmanthus climbed up the branches again, blocking the light coming through the cracks in the trees. Still lush, just emitting a faint fragrance, invading the heart and spleen, standing on tiptoe, breaking branches and putting them in my hands. On the yellow laurel tree, I saw a little sadness and desolation.
8. Appear at the age of, grow up at the age of, hesitate, orient, struggle, look back, retire, rub hemp, bask in the sun, lie in bed and hang on the wall. Life is great, and death is bleak. Please don't stand side by side when you can hold hands. Please don't hold hands when you can hug. Please don't say goodbye when you can fall in love.
9. This winter is getting colder and colder, the leaves are gone, and the trees are still suffering from the pain of parting in the bleak wind and resisting the invasion of the cold. The snow on the pine branches is telling these past events, and a sadness hits my heart. I can't help sighing to myself that winter is so bleak! My heart is so cold.
10, the goddess of the Buddha scatters flowers, and endless snowflakes fall from the depths of the sky, just like a gentle and graceful fairy in a white skirt, paying tribute to all living things with beautiful dance, and then gently covering the roof, grass tips and leaves. In an instant, the true colors of everything were quietly covered by the first snow since winter, and replaced by a thin layer of snow.
1 1, the weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
12, all still live the same life as before, maybe he forgot how happy and sad. Live silently, yes, live. His life is very sad, perhaps it should not be described as sad, because he lives better than others, so the word confusion came into being. He was confused, but in confusion he was sure. In his words, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I am not."
13, autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.
14, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road were dead. The pedestrians inside are just going to travel. Qingming, long grass and blooming flowers are the best seasons for tourism. He is neither as hot as July, nor as desolate and lonely as September, nor as cold as January. So, I decided to visit the newly-built Yin Qing Park.
15, the wind is rustling, and the rain is thin and cool. In the evening wind, bits and pieces of thoughts, like these scattered petals, with their desolation and fragrance, slowly pile up and become feelings that are constantly being cut and confused, blurring past memories.
16, at dawn, the fish-belly grey in the east, the first ray of morning light, has my infinite admiration. Admire the infinite light and strength. At dusk, the sunset glow in the west is my best fantasy, imagining the gorgeous sunset glow, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated.
17, winter sets off the desolation of autumn. On that day, Li Yian's curtains rolled in the west wind, and people were thinner than yellow flowers, miserable and lonely, so yellow flowers piled up all over the floor, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now? A cool breeze accompanied by a bit of spring rain, how can I get a sad word at this time? It is heartbreaking for two women to tell each other their melancholy when the yellow flowers fall. This is the sadness and disappointment of autumn.
18, many people think that autumn is bleak, but autumn in my hometown is full of poetry and colorful. It's not as cold as autumn in the north, and it will soon be winter. Autumn in my hometown is very warm, blowing warm autumn wind. The sun shines warmly on the face. Like a mother's hand touching you.
19, autumn wind blows, leaves rustle. Listen to the funeral of Zheng on Yueyang Tower, but there is a bright moon downstairs. Fog and rain sink clouds and dreams, and smoke and waves are boundless. There is nowhere to ask Xiang Ling, only the heartless river bypasses the lonely city.
20. Can your warm hand carry me all my life? Singing forever? If I have another chance, I won't be the cinnabar on your chest. I will hold your hand day and night. In the silent night, there are a few stars hanging in the sky. I don't think about it, unforgettable, comforting, worrying about the empty column, and regretting the years. Autumn geese in western Western jackdaw bring desolation, so why sit in danger and think of the king?
2 1, this winter is getting colder and colder, the leaves are gone, the trees are still suffering from the pain of parting in the bleak wind, resisting the invasion of the cold, the snow on the pine branches is telling these past events, and a sadness hits my heart. I can't help but sigh to myself, "What a bleak winter!" My heart is so cold.
22. Spring dusk is not so sad. Spring breeze is warm, soft, not boring and not annoying. The evening is also quite good, still warm, and there is a faint orange sunset on the horizon, which is not bleak. Beauty is beauty, but I don't know when the night has quietly waited behind me.
23, lonely drunk in the sunset, the sound is bleak, the sound is sad. Who are you complaining about? Regardless of people's haggard, the old man drank a glass of wine all his life, drunk before drinking, two lines of sad tears and the ashes of the past. Lonely and desolate people don't ask, tears add nine songs to the Yellow River, hate the low Huashan Mountain in the three peaks, and worry about dyeing long hair.
24. It rains intermittently, sometimes it rains in Mao Mao, and sometimes it rains cats and dogs, splashing small drops of water and the trouser legs of passers-by. I crouched in front of the window, shrinking and muttering to myself: "Autumn rain is cold, autumn, we meet again!" " "I went downstairs, opened my umbrella and walked aimlessly.
25, autumn rain, quietly falling, like countless silkworms spit out silver silk, densely woven into a diagonal, desolate bitterness has long been exposed, her rain curtain is so dense, hanging in the bead curtain between heaven and earth.
26. After thousands of years, there are more and more ink stained with acacia. This life is full of desolation for you. Only by looking back gently can loneliness be declared as an unbearable poem. I collected 3,000 infatuations under the bodhi tree, tired in the corner, exhausted my feelings, thinned the years and danced my thoughts into chaos.
27. Autumn is a season of nostalgia. Many stories and people are inadvertently linked together, quietly saying that they miss each other. It always seems that in such a cool autumn, I suddenly look back and find that the road I have traveled is so desolate. The romantic past is unbearable, and the years of hard work are vivid.
28. I don't know how far and how close you are. It's bleak and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
29. How beautiful is a piece of snow? My world, my eaves are covered with water drops, and it feels so hard and brittle. I know it's warm in spring in bloom and snowy in bloom. I also know our story, melting in the tears of rain, sad and beautiful.
30. Autumn rain with a touch of coolness is another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there. Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
3 1, raise a glass to the shadow, one cup is bitter, two cups are sorrow. Drunk in the smoke of 800 miles of missing, wine stains on clothes, lovesickness in poems, dribs and drabs, every word is related to desolation. Candle shadows are red, and the night is still. Is there only one candle that wants to say goodbye to others and cry for others until dawn?
32. Is autumn really synonymous with sadness? I have never believed it, because autumn has never been sad in my heart, but it is a little cold, so I have always been attached to autumn, its beautiful butterfly rain, its delicate autumn rain and its little loneliness.
One day in June is the hardest time in summer. The air is full of hot air, and there is no wind, which makes people breathless. The whole world is like a big steamer. He stumbled along the street with his back hunched and a big sack on his back, and his sprained foot was still turned outwards.
34. The dim street lamp pulled up my shadow and looked up at the sky. The waning moon was covered by dark clouds. Take a deep breath of the oncoming wind and make a turn in the cold heart, but it is a frost.
35. The autumn wind is blowing, so cold, and my heart is cold. Autumn is the harvest season. I lost the fruit of love. Autumn is also a sad season, a person walking on a familiar road, watching the leaves floating in the wind. I asked in my mind, "Ye Zi, are you lonely?" In the end, is it the tree's persistence or the wind's most demanding!
36. In winter, although there is cold snow, although the mountains and rivers are exhausted, the trees are desolate and the wind is biting, there are plum blossoms, which is more hopeful. Plum blossoms dress up in the cold winter, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
37. Autumn has made us experience the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times; Let's experience the fall of leaves in autumn, like the sad waves of a waterfall; In autumn, let's experience the sparseness of geese in the autumn sky.
38. In autumn, flowers fall in pieces, accompanied by a trace of desolation. The grass hung shyly, the willows shook their hands feebly, and the fallen leaves seemed to notice something, falling with the song of the wind. However, pine trees spread their branches and leaves in the autumn wind. Bundles of needle-like leaves are swaying in the bleak autumn wind.
39. The misty camphor tree gently swayed with green leaves, and gradually hung down its branches under the scouring of a drop of rain beads, revealing a bit of desolation and gloom in a chill. It has been raining all the time, and the beads of rain hit the calm Jiusan Lake in Wenzhou intensively, as if they were tears falling from the sky. Tears turn into rain and dance slowly in the cold and oblique wind.
40. The new moon casts pale moonlight on the sea. The sea looks strange. The sea is covered with an oil film, and the water below is still. There is no breeze blowing. The air smells bad. It may be oil on the water. The night sky is clear, the stars are bright and the sky is empty.
4 1, a rainy season, whose dream is broken and whose heart is wet with tears? Maybe after all, the rain is too big and the umbrella is too small to support you and me. Happiness is washed away in this bleak rainy season, leaving only sadness and loneliness. Perhaps, happiness is like a cloud in the rainy season. If it hurts, it disappears into the blue sky after crying. No one knows that she has been here.
42. Inadvertently, autumn and winter came quietly. I like autumn, but I don't like late autumn. Autumn is the harvest season, but late autumn makes me feel lonely. It's not winter, but there are often bleak winters. I like snowflakes in winter, but I don't like the arrival of winter, because when winter comes, it means the end of the year and the growth of age.
43. The bright moon is in the sky, and autumn insects are dying. I woke up in the middle of the night and walked out of the yard, feeling chilly and straight to my heart. After the autumn harvest, the fields are particularly cold. The moonlight shines on the whole earth, like a mirror, penetrating my heart. The cool breeze rippled in the rice fields, rippling my thoughts. Standing alone in the field as if the world belonged to me. So I listened to this bleak night.
44, rain or shine, everything is reincarnation, and the rain in the world is also a kind of everything! Then, it won't disappear, at least in the time and space where the earth exists, it can't disappear; Therefore, it is doomed that my yearning for you will not disappear, at least in my life!
45. In the distant sky, the scenery is autumn all the way, and everything is bleak and melancholy. Standing at the end of time, watching the bustling fireworks in the world of mortals is still the tranquility of the past, with clear water and blue sky and abundant powder. A beautiful scenery, spinning with autumn rhyme. The leaves fell silently, and I realized the desolation of autumn. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, gentle and simple, solidified the imprint of the years.
46, the autumn wind is bleak, once green yellow leaves. I inadvertently retracted my hand. It's really too cold. What's more, my heart is cold. Lost in the shadow of exam failure, it is just catching up with such a bleak autumn day. In the face of that clean report card, I seem to feel that my road is covered with a layer of dark smog.
47. A breeze blew, and the snow-white petals fell like rain and tears, sad and miserable, like a fairy scattering flowers. Its departure is the persistence of the tree or the cruelty of the wind. In this way, the cherry blossoms full of trees are full of energy and spare no effort to open and open until summer, when they slowly fade.
48. In the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, countless lives have accepted this ruthless arrangement. They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Maybe they can't stand the emotional ties, they have been attached and helpless, but what they should go is doomed to go, and what they miss is forever!
49. People in twos and threes on the road are walking briskly with umbrellas, and their wandering eyes don't understand my sadness. My sadness is a person's sadness. I just want to walk alone in the rain. I don't want them to know my sadness. Raindrops slide down my hair and across my eyes like tears.
50. The bloody sunset on the horizon doesn't want to take away its remaining afterglow. There were several calls of returning geese from the other side of the mountain. The vast sky seems to have only their lost figures. What can they leave on this land?
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52, bleak autumn, completely cold. Can't sleep at night. There will be many pictures in my mind, once you, once me, once us. Happiness or sadness, sadness or pain. In fact, memory has become my habit. I am used to enjoying loneliness at night and being sad alone at night. I don't want to get used to it, but I can't change it.
53. Go to see the sun. Although it is brilliant, there is no doubt about the beauty of the sunset. Whenever I watch the sunset, it is also my most regretful and sad moment. Buried by the coming night! It seems that there are dark clouds all over the sky, and I often take a breath of air conditioning for the situation before me, and I feel extremely sad and scared inside. It also made me feel the bleak mood like dusk.
54. Autumn is also a season of missing. Some miss their relatives far away, and some miss their lovers in different places. What about me? What did I miss? I don't seem to have missed anything, but I will have many ideas, but I just can't say them. I was born in summer, but not as bright as summer, but as sad as autumn. Perhaps because of this, I have a different feeling about autumn.
I was deeply impressed by the moon in the land of fear. That night, a red call made me look at the horizon. What a round moon it was, pale and round, passing through the clouds with a strange smell, but with a sad aesthetic feeling. This is a frightening moon, reminiscent of a pale face and a cry in the wilderness. That night has passed, but the faint moonlight will still be immersed in dreams, making people feel cool.
In this winter when it has never snowed, it tells the sad memories of me and her. With sadness, desolation and regret, I thought of her again and that relationship. There is a thick layer of snow on the roof of the city, standing on the flat top of a tall building and looking out, just like the rolling snow-capped mountains.
57. The rain outside the window has stopped, and so has the rain inside. Once upon a time, I was still sighing for my disappointment. Once upon a time, I was still reflecting on the mediocrity at that time. Once upon a time, I was so indifferent in front of dedication.
58. Under the cold wind in winter, all the grass withered, and the only yellow leaves on some branches fell off, leaving the bare branches shivering in the north wind. At this time, only the vigorous pine tree, still wearing green clothes, stood bravely and fearlessly.
59. cicadas sing and birds sing. Birds, cicadas, frogs and crickets are so crisp and beautiful. Without the sounds of these animals, nature would be dull, lifeless and people would have no fun, so these sounds embellish nature and add endless vitality and charm to nature.
60. In autumn, the Ye Er of the willow tree slowly turns yellow and then falls, which makes people feel infinitely desolate. At this time, the wind also became evil. Did Miss Liu and Xifeng quarrel? I don't know. However, I see that autumn is full of colorful leaves, like a funeral in nature.
6 1 has become a * * condensed with pain and disappointment. In the social background and realistic environment, there is fertile ground for the germination and growth of complaints. The existence of complaints is reasonable, and it is also in line with the western existentialism that existence is reasonable. This reason is more sufficient.
62. The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall. The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
63. Empty valleys have inexplicable echoes. The grass in the distance undulates like waves in the sudden strong wind. I don't know when the silhouette of the wolf appeared on the ridge and then disappeared. The dark valley was silent, but a certain area was shining with strange light. Approached only to find that this is an unfathomable lake, and all the glory of Leng Yue seems to pour on the lake.
64, flying rabbits in the sky, the world is eternal. Thinking about talents is more or less a success or failure. Rich karaoke bars and dance pavilions, desolate and abandoned burial platforms. Looking back, only the castle peak will not change.
65. The faint lingering sound of Qiu Chan is also a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.
66. Autumn rain is so touching and bleak. She has opened the door of autumn, which indicates that autumn has arrived. Her beauty infected the leaves on the tree, and Ye Er wanted to follow in her footsteps, falling with the wind and dancing in the air, giving people quiet reverie and meditation.
67. Why didn't the sunset on the ancient road have a penumbra? Why has it lost its former joy? The sound of the flute and the piano has been hurting the body for a long time, and who is waiting for the bitter-sweet love? I wonder how the beauty left me alone for more than half a year, but it was frosty, with chrysanthemums and maple leaves floating lightly, the seasons changing and the afterglow of the sunset waiting for me to leave. Nowadays, paper clips, regular script and ink pen are all written deeply. I would like to remember this sad season.
68. Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Again remind of the ancient poem, Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate.
69. I don't know which country is the tree facing the sea and warm in spring in bloom, or is it just the poet's infinite longing and yearning for life when he is lonely in bloom? If it is really such a poetic life, why did Haizi break the track and bid farewell to the world? People who live by poetry can't live like poetry!
70. I was completely disappointed when I stepped into the school gate. Looking around, I feel as if I have just been reborn from the devastated battlefield. Only the newly erected teaching building is eye-catching, and the rest are a mess!
7 1, busy, built on sand. Old and exhausted, people do wedding ceremonies in front of the coffin shop. Who can say that the country has been destroyed? How many people know that danger is close at hand? Ten years of chaos, nine years of struggle, at a loss? Cover up disappointment again. Cover the sunset again. Redecorate. Patches, endless desolation, show fierceness every year. After the waves roll, the sad words are bleak.
72. On the path of a distant mountain, it is a lonely shepherd swaying in the north wind. The cold wind flows through the gullies eroded by years on the old man's face, smells the strong breath of the old man and tastes the ups and downs of the old man in the wind and rain. The old man picked up a few branches and lit them with yellow grass roots, burning them into a pile of desolate warmth and a pile of warm hope.
73. The sky is full of stars. I want to catch a cold. I don't want the sunshine to warm my heart. I want to remember the hatred in this world, and I want to forget the love that this world has given me. Let the only fire in my heart fly away with the winter snow. I want to create a cold world, where there are icebergs, where there is no sunshine, only the stars and the moon in the sky, and there is just my paradise.
74. Do you like winter? But I don't like it. Why? Because there is no gorgeous color and almost no life in winter, everything seems withered and withered. The biting cold wind makes you shiver, and you can only be surrounded by monotonous colors. Therefore, in this long winter, I have to hide in the house and look forward to the arrival of late spring!
75. In autumn, in some people's eyes, there always seem to be fallen leaves and bare branches on the ground, which is a bleak and lonely scene.
76. Cold wind, faint moon and dancing moon shadow are the main themes of the night. On a quiet moonlit night, listen to the sound of the wind, feel the desolation of the night, look at the twinkling stars in the distance and feel the unique charm of nature. It's not fast! Mysterious night sky, you are like Mona Lisa's mysterious smile, which always brings me infinite reverie.
77. In that green bamboo forest, fireflies dance and there are many strange stones. The cool breeze carries a few bamboo leaves and flows eastward with the stream to an unknown distance. Looking back, do you still have the circle carved on the tree when you were a child? Are those restless crows still talking about the desolation and sadness of dark and windy nights?
78. Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before the water vapor evaporated from the sun dissipates in Shan Ye. The sun sets in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
79. What makes me so confused? What makes me want to cry? The person who doesn't need to listen doesn't have the impulse to speak, only the sad heart is broken, and all my energy is quietly exhausted with time.
80. In the cold wind, I wrapped my heavy coat tightly, gasped unevenly and walked home with trembling steps. The bleak night can't confuse my firm direction, and the dim street lamp illuminates the distance to go. The cold wind cut on the face, leaving no eye-catching scars, but bringing cold pain.
8 1, smelling the breath left by yesterday's fragrance, looking for it, still no trace. I met a firework, but it was still so bleak. Lost night, dotted with countless lonely stars, I wonder if one belongs to me.
82. The night swallowed the sunset glow, leaving a black and blue scene in the sky. When it was dark, a piece of black and blue came into view. The autumn wind blows, and the sigh reminds me that when the wind blows, the wheat waves are unpredictable and desolate.
83. It's dusk. The setting sun is on the mountain, and the lake mixed with fish scales and waves looks so soft and lingering. In this bleak background, the willow leaves have also become silent, and the fish in the water are more tactfully entangled. I like dusk, not only because it has beautiful pictures, but also because it cherishes sadness.
84. Since ancient times, many poets have felt sad about autumn, which is really sad and lonely since ancient times. Everyone is walking into autumn with different eyes, angles and mentality, and feeling the different emotions brought by autumn. I prefer autumn to the other three seasons.
85. Ah, what charming and brilliant autumn colors, what exciting and prosperous scenes! Here, we simply can't see the bleak scenery characterized by gloomy colors, gloomy clouds and lonely mountains and rivers in Ouyang Xiu's works, and we can't see the sad autumn artistic conception that the brave is the tree and the black is the star.
86. It began to rain outside the window. At first, I could only hear a slight rustle, which seemed hollow and far away. Gradually, the sound approached, as if it were coming from a deep place. Raindrops hit the windowsill, just like your gentle hands are like pigeons, tapping gently on the desktop. Listening to the rain knocking on the window at night is beautiful, but it also shows the listener's boredom and loneliness. How I long to hold your hand gently and look at your face carefully on such a night, with attractive eyes and affectionate feelings, regardless of the wind and rain outside the window.
87. An autumn rain kicked off the autumn. With the autumn rain, the weather has also changed. It's cold, but it wakes people up, like a sedative, and calms the restless heart. For me, this season does not belong to warmth or laughter, but to loneliness and indifference.
88, a gust of wind, falling flowers everywhere; The world is like paper, a few true friends! Holding a silver hoe, I feel homesick with tears. Don't mention it, so worried, only sad to death.
89. Unconsciously, it is autumn again. Looking back, how time flies! The afternoon sun is no longer fierce, the autumn wind is bleak, and the autumn rain is continuous. I remember when I was in Shuicheng, I walked on a quiet road, and the tall Fatong on both sides was silent. It happened that a leaf fell at my feet, and I sadly completed my wandering journey with a yellow face and crawling posture.
90. In the autumn night, Gao Lu is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song sounded the sound of autumn insects, and occasionally accompanied by several accompaniment, the fruit blew on the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.