Zheng Xiaowen looked at the moonlight shining from the glass window in front of the bed, and she was full of thoughts for a while. She got out of bed and walked to the window and opened the sash, and a cold air rushed to her, ah, it was so cold!

She closed the window and did not go to bed, but sat in front of the desk in the moonlight, turned on the light, took paper and pen, and wrote her heart "Love is Inseparable". She then composed a song, took it to the outhouse, sat down in front of the guzheng, and played and sang in a low voice:

"Lonely in the middle of winter, the night is cold, and the moonlight quietly pierces through the small window. Moonlight asked me how sad you are, why do you have trouble sleeping late at night? I said, "I, I'm seven or eight years older than him, and this age difference is a marriage fence that I can't cross!"

"I said, he, his warmth is messy for me, and I can't wrap up his soft threads. His love has rolled to a boiling point in my heart, and I can't take off his love clothes, and I can't sleep.

"When I think of that seven or eight years old, I shuddered physically and mentally, and it was so cold that I felt like I had fallen into a frozen abyss. Please moonlight, you go back to heaven and ask, why is the interval between my love eight years?

"What should I do? What should I do? I am at a loss, I am on the cusp of the turbulent waves of this surging sea of love! Think about it, forget it, forget it, don't let this love break again! But, besides, how can I give up my love, my love, my two and a half years of hard work, my beautiful marriage?!"

Zheng Xiaowen played and sang here, she sighed, wiped her tears, and continued to play and sing quietly: "My love for him is as high as a continuous mountain, as deep as a sea, and this love is like a spring silkworm spinning silk for life." My affection for him is as wide as the vast ocean, as long as a winding river, entangled around him, and wrapped around him for thousands of circles!

"Love to the depths of the encounter, change my heart lonely, love to the limit of the wrong way, my way is at a loss. Please ask the moonlight, why is the interval between my love eight years?

"Stop, don't move forward! The road is narrow and dangerous, I will no longer climb the steep cliff cantilevered mountain rock! Think about it, helplessly, helpless to go with fate, people's fate can not be controlled by the sky!"

Zheng Xiaowen's voice playing and singing was very small, but the sound of the piano still reached the upper room.

Dad Zheng said, "It's the middle of the night, why hasn't she slept yet?

Dad and Mom stood under the north window of the West Wing, hearing the mournful sorrow of the sound of the piano. When the singing and piano stopped, Dad motioned to Mom, who raised her hand to clasp the window and said, "Nini, go to sleep." The two of them heard an answer from the house, and then went back to the room.

Zheng's mother said: "During this time, why can't I hear the laughter of these two children? I also found that the two of them are always not happy when they are together, what is going on?"

Father Zheng paused for a long time before saying, "If the two of them don't say it, who knows." ”

"Maybe Nini chose the wrong one?" Zheng's mother said suspiciously, "If Nini had chosen Qiao Xiang or Zixi, the current situation would not be like this." ”

Father Zheng sighed and said, "Alas, it's been almost three years, and a group of children have been engaged and have a partner, so why do you mention this?"

"Now that the marriage of the children is not decided by the parents, what is the use of the parents making their hearts? Forget it, let's listen to the old adage and let it be. ”

Zheng's mother said helplessly: "Alas!

Zheng Xiaowen returned to the inner room, her thoughts were still lingering, and she had not yet come out of the lyrics and songs she had just played.

She didn't close the curtains to see the moonlight. She lay on the bed, slept facing the window, wiped her tears and looked out the window, and she saw the swaying figure of the bamboo, shining on the desk. She looked at the figure, very much like she was soothing the quiet Hanlan on the desk in the window. When she saw this scene, she sighed in her heart, and unconsciously had a heart.

She quickly got up and sat down in front of the writing desk, took out her diary, and wrote to herself: ""Inside the Window and Outside the Window": The bamboo outside the window is bright and the moon is shining, and the orchid in the window is sleepless. The icy moonlight passed through the glass fan and spoke to the people on the bed.

"The moonlight said, girl, the night is deep, don't toss and turn anymore, and quickly fall asleep and enjoy the sweetness. The girl said, moonlight, you don't have to worry about it, the girl Xin'er has already flown out of the window to him, and when Xin'er comes back, the girl can make her sweet dream come true. The moonlight saw that it was too late, so she quietly retreated to the orchid on the table.

The girl's heart had not yet turned, and her people were silently staring inside and out of the window. She found that Lan Nu looked at the bamboo man through the window, and there was no taboo in and out of the window. Close at hand but it felt so far away, hating that wall was erected between them! ”

Zheng Xiaowen, who doesn't often write lyrics about youth love, has so many words of love pouring out of his heart in a few days. Just seeing the moonlight, bamboo shadows, and cold orchids so often, she can also write such a touching 'Zhulan Meeting' to express her emotions and metaphorize her heart.

She can write such content, or it may be that she feels that her love has arrived, and the desperate situation of heaven and earth has no way to enter the earth, and she is so sentimental that these love words are born. Or maybe she is about to fall out of love, it is easier for her to touch the scene, sigh at things, think about tears, and lift the pen to be able to put the love and hate in her heart with a wave.

After she finished writing, she looked at the content of the sentence she wrote, and felt that this was her most sour masterpiece, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. This laughter was really good for her, she went to bed and fell asleep, but she had a very special dream.

Early in the morning, Zheng Xiaowen was thinking about a very clear dream she had, she closed her eyes, and her mind returned to the dream:

She was standing in the study, looking at the calligraphy and paintings she wrote and painted on the wall, she watched, watched, and suddenly, she felt herself moving, and looked down, oh? Why am I a silkworm? She was wondering that there was a candle radiating brilliance on the head of her silkworm, and she stretched out her hands and pulled out the colored silk from the brilliance of the candle.

She looked up again and found that on the walls of the study, all the calligraphy and paintings she wrote and painted had become white sheets of paper, and there were no calligraphy or paintings on the paper! This frightened her, and she ran to the west wing, to the upper room, and to the shadow wall.

She was about to exclaim loudly when suddenly, her silkworm climbed the shadow wall. She crawled on the wall, her hand drawing silk from the light of the candle, and embroidering it on the shadow wall. She was crawling, pumping, and embroidering on the shadow wall, and suddenly, a person named 'Hee' said in her ear: Xiaowen, you just need to stand in your position and wave your hand at the shadow wall, and your work will appear.

Her silkworm saw Xi in the colorful mist, and she did as Xi said, and the painting was really fully revealed. The paintings that appear are exactly the same as the paintings she painted before!

With a change of heart, she hurriedly ran to the upper room and the west room, the west wing, and the study, and used the same method to restore all the paintings to their original state. Finally, when she saw that the painting in the middle hall of the study was still a blank piece of paper, she hurried up and climbed in the pile of books she had drawn, and scribbled, and embroidered......

She smoked silk and embroidered on the painting in the middle hall, and unconsciously climbed and embroidered to the back of the middle hall painting, into the world of 'ha'. At this time, she heard someone say, "Ha is here to welcome you!"