Snow falls on the ground, so pure, so crystal, really make people can not bear to step on it.
The sand here is fine and white. It's so soft and delicate when you step on it. It massages the soles of your feet gently.
The courtyard was covered with mud, like a muddy pond. As soon as you step on it, there is a loud noise under your feet, and the mud splashes.
Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!
On the beach by the sea, the sand is small and thin. It's warm and comfortable to step on it barefoot.
The grass on the ground is green and green. It's very comfortable to step on it.
The beach here is solid and flat, and there is a soft and solid feeling when you step on it.
I tried to reach the foot brake, but I couldn't step on it.
You have a little bit of concentration, then you step on it, a little bit of concentration, then you squeeze it off as you go looking at something else, thinking about something else.
Winter snow bridge is only a form, the riverbed is dry, the river water is cut off, the thick ice or pebbles on the river surface are as hard as iron, it does not matter that pedestrians step on it.
Along the riverbank of the villa, you can get to the library. Under the shade, there is a marble River bank. It's very comfortable to step on it barefoot.
Don't stop. Tell yourself there's still a road ahead. You'll turn into a new one after you step on it.
It is such a familiar road. Every step of mine extend there, where locked in all my beautiful memory. Time and time again, I step on it, without so much as identifying it is reality or dream.
