from silence
柳林风声第三章英文
    The wind whispered through the willows, a soft serenade to the day's end. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters of the river.
    In the dappled light, a figure emerged, a mole who had ventured out of his burrow, drawn by the call of the wild. His eyes widened at the sight of the vast world beyond his familiar tunnels.
    The riverbank was alive with the chatter of water voles and the gentle rustle of leaves. The mole, feeling a sense of belonging, decided to explore the unknown, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.
    As the evening deepened, the mole stumbled upon a badger's set, a place of warmth and wisdom. The badger, with his gruff voice and kind eyes, offered guidance to the newcomer, sharing tales of the river's history and the creatures that called it home.
    Under the canopy of stars, the mole felt a kinship with the other animals. The night was fill
ed with laughter, stories, and the comforting sound of the river's gentle flow, weaving a tapestry of friendship and belonging.
    With the first light of dawn, the mole awoke to the song of the birds, a melody that promised a new day of adventure. He knew he had found a place where he could be himself, embraced by the community of the riverbank.
    As the mole retraced his steps back to his burrow, he carried with him the memories of the night, a treasure trove of experiences that would forever change his life. The wind in the willows seemed to bid him farewell, a gentle reminder that he was now a part of the river's story.