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I pushed aside a layer of dead leaves accumulated on the wall and poked my head out.
The sky is blue, the clouds are as white as shredded silk, and the sun is warm. It's early February, and the fields outside the wall are criss-crossing, and many new green colors have been added. Not far away, the stream is gurgling, and a wooden bridge is slender.
There was a sound of horseshoes stepping on the sand, and there was a human voice. After a while, a few figures appeared from the Woods and came along the path.
It was a few young men, neatly dressed, and their horses were decorated with bronze wires, holding newly picked green branches, talking and laughing, and they rode leisurely on the wooden bridge.
It's people from the city who come for an outing. I said to myself.
As the distance approached, one of them suddenly saw me on the wall and said something, and the rest of them followed.
I didn't look back. I felt those eyes fall on my face. I pursed my lips and blinked.
The horse's pace slowed down in unison.
The wind brushed my cheek, and after a while, I contentedly put away my tiptoes and covered my face behind the courtyard wall.
"Why is she hiding?"
"Maybe my little daughter is ashamed."
"But they are still watching, what a pity ..."
I looked up and saw two magpies standing on the treetops chatting.
I smiled.
They suddenly ...