There is a mountain in front of the bush,

There is a nunnery on the mountain,

In front of the hermitage,

There is a tree like a peach blossom,

Calling the wine cup in a mess. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today, the warm light, the warm day, the lazy wind, such weather, is good, but the beautiful scenery in front of you is a bit of an eyesore.

cause

A messy rag, in front of a somewhat unusual, stiff peach tree, wiping his eyes with affection.

Right now

We, not to mention this is a bit nervous, messy rags, this is a bit unusual, quite a peach blossom tree, and more, fascinating.

world

The peach tree is knotted, silent, scattered, secluded, mottled and branched, and it seems to be old for a long time.

However, the peach blossom tree in front of the nunnery is victorious but countless in the world, and it is only available in dreams.

One word!

Dick - Explosion - It's over!

Yan cui is like a jade, quite jade, the leaves are like willow needles, the flowers are like peach faces, and the flowers are pink!

Like a peach tree, not a peach tree, pine in general, and a bamboo appearance.

Take a little bit of each,

Three are not like!

It's not like it, it's weird!

Blame, that is, it is out of place, it attracts criticism, the guilt is born, and it is foolish.

therefore

The wine cup can only be planted in front of the Qing Nunnery.

The things of the world, so it is!

"Stupid wine cup! I'm leaving!"

The messy rags, while wiping their tearful faces, while reluctantly caressing the strange tree with a green face, while the mother-in-law and mother who are slurring their mouths, the appearance of the mothers:

"I heard the master say, the place is so far away, let's go, let's see you again in the Year of the Monkey? Let me see you again, let me touch you again, feel your warmth, understand your nostalgia, and when I think of you, I can leave a thought in my heart. ”

The timbre is sad, and this feeling can be recalled, and it can be left in the bright moon.

Who would have thought that such a messy rag could say such a non-human word.

It's not a human tab, wiped a long day of tears in the eyes, slurred a little sentimental, as soon as I remember, I go, this somewhat stupid wine cup, there is no companion, in the future, no one for her to ask for warmth and shade, alone a lonely stand, in front of some old bluestone hermitage.

Ahh

Thinking about this,

Feeling the circle of a thousand miles, there is nowhere to talk about sadness,

The messy rags, suddenly, the heartache is infinite, it is difficult to stop, slowly turn around, the tattered back shirt, just slowly leaning on this little, quite a strange tree, pulling a little astringent male duck throat, self-anesthetized rambling:

"I only hate the world for parting for a long time, and there are two lines of tears along the wine cup. Miserable, miserable, relatives, a table of wine and food was not finished. ”

A look of affection, a look of nostalgia, a little sad, a little obsession.

What look, what look, what a cheap!

I can't wait to slap him twice!

Pull out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and I'll take a look!

It's cheap!