Whew, whew, whew......

The cold wind, which seemed to never stop, raged over and over again, and the goose feather snow fell from the sky that never seemed to be clear, and then fell very gently on the ground that had already frosted. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's silent here, and it's more appropriate to say it's quiet than it's silence.

There is a small village of low, delicate wooden buildings made of wood and bamboo, scattered in a wide and flat open space.

Perhaps because of the extremely cold weather and the lack of sunlight throughout the year, the trees here are not very tall, and the thick snow on the canopy looks like large white mushrooms from a distance. The wind blows and the snow falls down, like a goddess scattering flowers, exuding a kind of intoxicating and psychedelic beauty.

The roofs of those small wooden buildings are also covered with a thick layer of snow, and under the wooden eaves, there are countless long crystal-clear ice cubes hanging down, like crystal curtains.

A bluestone paved road stretches outward from the end of the village, and beside the bluestone road, there are many paths that branch off, leading to small wooden buildings.

At this moment, there is no figure in the small village, everywhere shows a kind of loneliness and loneliness, at this moment on the bluestone road, there are a few lines of footprints, these are a few lines of footprints that have not been completely covered by snow, their existence seems to tell passers-by here that there are people here.

At the back of the village, there were stacks of hay and granaries, and not far from the haystacks and granaries was a large field, in which there were no crops at the moment, only countless stubbles protruding.

Walking along the bluestone paved road towards the outside of the village, you will soon see several ponds, the water surface of which has been completely frozen and smooth, like several natural mirrors.

Not far from the pond, there was a faint murmuring of water, and there was a small stream, which, unlike these ponds, was not only not frozen, but had a white mist.

Above the stream, there is a wooden bridge, and I don't know when this wooden bridge was built, but the mottled bridge is silently telling people how much wind and frost it has experienced.

The guardrails on both sides of the bridge were covered with a thick layer of crystal frost, but there was not much snow on the bridge deck, which had obviously just been swept away.

Across the bridge and further on, there is a black mud road, although it is a dirt road, but it is not muddy at all, on the contrary, in this extremely cold weather, these black mud is frozen very hard.

At the end of this black dirt road is a small river, and on both sides of the river, dense reeds grow. Perhaps because of the high amount of water and air near the river, there are no snowflakes on these reeds. When the wind blows, countless fluffy things fly out from the reeds in all directions, looking like happy elves, decorating this lonely and quiet place.

Connected to the black mud road is a simple small ferry, which is also made of trees. Dozens of thick logs sink deep into the water, serving as the skeleton of the ferry, supporting rows of sturdy planks that extend towards the water.

Above the ferry, it was also empty, and occasionally a few cold birds landed on it, but it was not long before they flapped their wings and flew off into the distance.

On the water, a small wooden boat that can only accommodate three or two people ripples with the waves, if it were not for a cable tethered, maybe this small wooden boat would have not known where to drift with the splash.

People who have been here know that this ferry has a nice but desolate name, Lirendu! People who come here for the first time also know that this place is called Lirendu, because there is a mottled and dull bluestone slab on the side of the ferry, although the inscription on the bluestone slab has been weathered, but can still see the three words Lirendu.

The wind is howling, the snow is fluttering, and the silence is boundless.

It was a place that seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, and as the sun slowly sank in the thick clouds, it was gradually swallowed up by the night.

The arrival of darkness made the village even quieter.

In the small wooden buildings covered with snow, the stars are lit up with dim but very warm lights, and under the embellishment of these dim lights, the whole village is covered with an ethereal and peaceful atmosphere.

Occasionally, the sounds of children slapping, women's chuckles, and men's hearty conversations came from a small wooden building.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with the owner of one of the wooden buildings.

At this time, in the small wooden building, a white-clothed figure was sitting quietly next to a small brazier, motionless, letting a wisp of green silk fall down from his forehead.

Everything in this small wooden building was quiet, as if everything had stopped, and the only movement was the occasional beep of the charcoal in the brazier.

I don't know how long it took, but the small brazier stopped making the sound of charcoal burning, and the temperature around it also dropped. As the temperature dropped, the figure seemed to feel some cold, and she finally moved.

I saw that she picked up a few pieces of new charcoal with tongs and put them into the brazier, then gently tossed them a few times, and then stood up with a soft sigh.

She walked to the window and opened it softly, and the moment the window opened, the cold wind howled in, blowing her white clothes, and making the sound of hunting in the quiet night.

She raised her head slightly, looking at Leng Yue, who was hiding in the clouds and could only see a vague outline.

At this moment, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, and as her eyes closed slightly, those mist condensed into two crystal rolling teardrops and rolled down.

With a creak, she opened the wooden door and walked gently along the bluestone path towards the outside of the village.

When the wind blows her green hair, you can see the face under the green silk. It was a quiet, gentle face, with white skin and a faint layer of creamy halo, but her eyes were full of deep sadness and longing.

At this moment, she is like a relict and independent fairy, slowly walking from the snow.

The night, the snow, the women, and the quiet village make up a beautiful picture.

The clouds in the sky did not know when they had dispersed, and a waning moon hung clearly above the sky, emitting a cold glow, reflected on the snow.

On the mirror-like pond, the waning moon is reflected.

"The cold moon in the water is like snow at the moment!" the woman walked to the edge of a pond and stretched out a finger as white as an onion root towards the frozen water, but the ice and the cold moon did not melt with the tap of her fingertips.

Turning slightly, she came to the small bridge and looked at the small wooden buildings in the village, and then her hands gently stroked over the guardrail.

"Although the eaves of the small bridge at night are beautiful, but I can't read the thoughts in my heart!"

"Crossing away from people, crossing away from people, presumably the person who built this ferry is also a sad person!"

"Where are you now, what are you doing?"

The woman whispered softly, looking at the snow, swaying with the wind and drifting away alone.

"I used to think that everything would become indifferent with the passage of time, but every time I cry because of longing, I know that the bits and pieces of the past are constantly cut!"

Crossing the bridge, she came to the ferryhead and quietly watched the ripples of the water in the river gently in the cold wind.

Her thoughts, this moment also rippled with the ripples of that circle.

Her back was lonely and lonely.

The endless velvet flowers were blown away by the wind, like the rain of flowers falling from the sky, and the lonely back also became looming in the rain of flowers and snowflakes.

"Now I know that there is a pitiful desolation in the world, which makes each other disappear in the bustling crowd!"

"Qi Xuan, my world has not been without you for a long time! What I have now is just some of the past that has faded away but cannot be forgotten!"

"The moment I jumped from the Netherworld, I knew that girl was the love of your heart. And I, I'm a ......"

Thinking of this, her tears had burst the embankment, and her body trembled slightly.

"Qi Xuan, do you know? There are some people you can never see in your life, but you will always remember them! Some feelings, standing on the bank of the river of reason, can only suppress those feelings that grow. It's not that you don't love, it's that you can't do anything, it's that you don't have a choice, it's that you don't have a choice. Many times I deliberately leave, not because I want to alienate or hate, but because I like it too much, but because I want you to be better. ”

"Forgive me for not saying goodbye, forgive me for not being able to walk with you anymore!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The woman suddenly cried bitterly, uncontrollably crying, and only in this snowy night, on this empty deserted crossing, did she dare to vent the emotions and thoughts accumulated in her heart so presumptuously!

No one could hear her weeping, for before it could be heard, it was drowned out by the howling wind.

Leaving the people, her loneliness, her loneliness, and the bleakness between heaven and earth are perfectly integrated, and from a distance, it looks like a lonely white narcissus floating between heaven and earth.