Flying Flowers as Light as a Dream [1]

A long sleeve brushed over, opening up the ups and downs of autumn and falling leaves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the emerald mountains.

Apex. The sound of the flute. Qingling. As if to tell something.

Autumn frost covers, cold mountains are bitter, and Xiao Xiao yellow leaves dance with the wind. Swirling lightly, there is endless departing thoughts, lingering compassion. The oblique light shines through the leaves, and there are sparse shadows that blur and blur the mottling. This time is like water, and it is good to pass. But he was always afraid that Hao Shaoguang would fade away from his past attachments.

Isn't it contradictory? Isn't it ridiculous? Is there no such thing as both?

The trickling stream is babbling and flowing, accompanied by the tune of tinkling dong, and the sound of the flute rises and falls.

The green hills on both sides of the strait pass by inch by inch, and the deep sound slides through the fingertips, if tactful, if hoarse, if whimpering, if sad, if hateful, if lovesick, if death.

"Jiangnan red beans are lovesick and bitter, and the flowers bloom every year [2]. "I seem to ask: Are you still young now?

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, as if muttering to his lips how to blow the next sentence?

The breeze accompanies you, and you can remember the mountains from afar, so why not go home?

It was the distant mountain blue, the snow in white clothes, and the shadow sideburns.

A jade flute as jade was gently pulled behind his back, standing on top of this peak, except for the sky, there is no other shore that cannot be climbed. This was an unattainable strange story, he was a lonely and arrogant man, and this flute was a murder weapon that killed people without blinking.

The white-robed master threw his head up and squinted at the sky. Xuanfa covered his eyes, the left side of his eyes was as gentle as water, and the other side was awe-inspiring, but they all carried a loneliness that seemed to be indelible.

Looking at the beautiful mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, it is a pity that the beautiful scenery is good and the water passes without a trace. Even if the flowing water does not go eastward and the flying flowers are stagnant, the world can be exempted from the eight sufferings, and you don't have to pay attention to this life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, and can't ask for it?

"The years are half hidden, the end of the world is instantaneous, the white hair snaps the fingers, and there are three lives on different paths. ”

The snow-like white sleeves hung down, and he sighed silently, but he squinted at the end of the jade flute, the piece of jade tied to the silver spike, and the white and flawless on the piece of jade.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

This is a piece of moon-white jade, as flawless as the moon and curved as the first quarter moon, like a small hook, hooking the past and the present life and the afterlife, and hooking the endless loneliness and loneliness in his life......

The right hand was raised slightly, and the other left hand slowly stroked the piece of jade, light, soft, gentle, still gentle. The sky seemed unwilling to be left out in the cold, and a cold wind suddenly rose, urging the sunset.

At this moment, the white clothes are fluttering, leaving only flowers flying around the sleeves.

Green water surrounds the village. East fence, west chrysanthemum.

A few families are in turmoil, and the north wind is touching.

Leaning on the south window, leading the pot, leisurely green mountains.

However, in this small fenced courtyard, it is surprisingly quiet. The small courtyard is densely packed with more than 200 people, and it feels crowded.

There were all kinds of people in the crowd, true chivalrous, quasi-celebrities, great thieves, and hypocrites, all of whom looked silently at the white clothes in front of the courtyard with their backs to them, motionless.

The man was dressed in white like snow, carrying his hands behind his back, holding a jade flute in his right hand, and he was also motionless. The difference is that the eyes of others are him, but in his eyes are a pair of men and women who rely on each other and will never make any movements, and they each have a short blade stuck in their hearts and lower abdomen.

was so deadlocked, the snow-colored clothes finally turned slowly, his hair was slightly slanted, his phoenix eyes were threatening, and he couldn't see a trace of joy and anger, but he was so cold that it was terrifying.

The old man somehow took a step back, and everyone behind him unconsciously took a step back.

Bai Yi didn't speak, just glanced at everyone present, just a glance, but everyone took out their swords as if they were facing a great enemy. Swords, swords, halberds, clubs...... The blades taken out were all pointed at him in unison, and all the weapons trembled in unison.

Bai Yi smiled, like a child, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. He said softly: "Some people can live a long time, while others live short......"

"And some people are alive, it's better to be dead, and some people are dead, but they're still alive......" Bai Yi was still chuckling.

The old man was about to say something, but the words soaked his throat, but there was no sound. In front of him was a face with a sneer, but his face was covered with bright red blood, and his hand was unconsciously hot and warm when he touched his neck, but his heart was cold......

The tip of the flute went into his throat, and he didn't see it, and after that, he couldn't see anything.

Everyone was in chaos, swords, guns, swords, and halberds were dancing wildly, but before they could see the white shadow of the pipe, a stream of blood had bloomed bright flowers in their throats.

Fast, too fast, too fast.

The jade flute was in a trance with a long sword, and his figure was like a ghost, and dozens of people died in an instant.

The blood was in full bloom like the wind, sprinkled in the air, and a little fishy. The chaotic sound suddenly permeated this small field house, which was not commensurate with the original quietness.

The white clothes were fluttering, the blue flute was cold, and no one in the crowd could take his move, as if he was born to kill. It's like performing a beautiful dance. The white jade pendant rises and falls melodiously with the blue hole flute, like a thousand mountains in the cold moon, and at the moment when the blood is splashed, it is as white as snow.

One hundred, one hundred and fifty, two hundred. "Two hundred and eleven ......" "Brush!" another person fell.

The man in white pulled the hole flute out of the dead man's throat with a single hand. "Bang!" the corpse fell to the ground. He stared at the tip of the flute, the color of which had spread over the silver tassels, but the jade that adorned it was still white.

"Everybody is going to die. Everybody has to die. ”

He muttered softly.

With a flick of his finger, a pebble shattered a person's back.

With a swing of the hole flute, another line of blood was drawn.

With a throw of his right hand, the blue color pierced through the forest and beat the leaves, which was through the back of the last person's heart.

His figure followed, the body had not yet fallen, the flute had returned to the palm of his hand, and a beautiful crescent moon was spun out.

Xuanfa's gaze returned to the man and woman again, and he whispered: "The crown covers Jinghua, and the people are haggard." I, the Buddha, also roared as a lion, not to mention the Netherworld Death? ”

The white-clothed chief sighed and gently wiped the blood from the flute.

Across the stream, poplar flowers are flying.

Looking up at this spring and autumn, the pond is full of broken pings, indescribable tenderness.

Exactly: "The willows are green and drooping on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky." The wicker is broken and the flowers are gone, and the pedestrians are asked if they will return?[3]"

Next to the small bridge, by the flowing water, between the floating water.

The middle-aged man put together his robe and gently closed the green lotus flower red by the river. In the basket, a newborn baby is asleep. The little red face is extremely cute, and the immature little hands are sucking on their lips, and they don't know where they are or where their parents are.

The middle-aged man, with thin eyebrows and long hair, was stroking his beard like a stream wrapped around the baby's basket.

He gently uncovered the cloth knot on the baby's body, only to see a white silk in the basket, with blood characters on the silk, and I don't know whose birth date it is. There was also a silver hairpin in the basket, fresh and bright, just like the child, beautiful and beautiful.

The middle-aged man waved the sleeves of his robe and sighed lightly.

Suddenly, there was a long howl on the distant mountain, and all the birds flew high, as if the peaks of the four fields were shivering. Immediately after that, there was a whimpering sound from the top of the peak, not a tune, but there was love first. He listened to the sound of the flute and looked at the baby, and his heart of pity rose spontaneously......

Who knows?

Twenty years, it turned out to be a snap of a finger.

[1] From the Northern Song Dynasty Qin Guan Ci "Huanxi Yarn", the full words are as follows:

"The indifference is light and cold to go up to the small building, and Xiaoyin is like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook. ”

[2] From Wang Shizhen's "Mourning Poem" in the Qing Dynasty, the full poem is as follows:

"Mo Shang warbler cries fine grass and smokes, and the fish scales are wrinkled by the wind and the water is patterned. Jiangnan red beans are lovesick, and the flowers bloom every year. ”

[3] From Sui Anonymous's "Farewell Poem".