"I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus. The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly. ”

A blank piece of paper, a few dots of ink, seems to linger with endless sorrow.

The flying clouds, the smoke and waves, and the foggy landscape in the south of the Yangtze River are a painting in themselves. The Yueqiao Flower Forest is Jiangnan, the broken bridge and the remnant snow are Jiangnan, the tobacco in Yichuan is still Jiangnan, and the wind and flocculent in the city are also Jiangnan.

In the rainy south of the Yangtze River, Lin Ziyun is resting at a homestay in the mountains. The antique inn, with a few points of red and green outside the paper window, is the scenery of the beautiful spring light, and the noise of breaking into the house is the song of a few finches dancing on the branches of the old apricot tree. Lin Ziyun was wearing a white shirt and leaning against the wooden table near the window, and the poem he recited just now was Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake".

"My Dada's hooves are a beautiful mistake, I am not a returnee, but a passerby......"

Lin Ziyun, who is over twenty-five years old, is not married yet, and he doesn't even have a good job. Life is frustrated, and the teenager is unhappy, which is probably it.

At this time, near dusk, Lin Ziyun was sighing alone. The eternal moonlight, the immortal poems that circulate, seem to be talking about him. On the way back from heaven and earth, who is not a passer-by?

"Little brother, your handwriting is so beautiful. "The person who dots the homestay is a couple over 50 years old, who is talking to an aunt, and her appearance has the unique simplicity of the villagers.

Lin Ziyun saw that she was not busy, so he chatted with her for a while. Speaking of some interesting things in the township, the two were very speculative.

After dinner, there was nothing to do. Lin Ziyun, who came out to travel and relax, was pulled by a fellow traveler to see the night market. The town is located at the foot of the mountain, and the moon comes out early in the sky at night, and you can see a trace of sunshine on the mountain, such as a girl in the south of the Yangtze River, who is particularly gentle.

The bustling market is generally around seven or eight o'clock after dinner. On the street, you can see a lot of tourists who come to visit, holding their mobile phones and posing for photos in the streets and alleys. Dressed sensually and generously, even in early spring, they wear beautiful clothes and show off their attractive figures. Lin Ziyun rarely goes shopping, but he prefers to bury his head and read books alone to pass the time. This time he rarely had time to come out and relax, it was impossible to stay in the homestay, and he came out to play, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

just came out to play, but when he saw countless couples holding hands on the street, Lin Ziyun didn't feel good in his heart. It is said that the young man does not know the taste of sorrow, that is to say that he has no heart and lungs, Lin Ziyun scolded in his heart. I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago because there was no reason, and this reason sounds a little ridiculous. Do you need a reason to love someone? Do you need a reason not to love someone?

But if you ask a person why he loves you, and he answers that there is no reason, then it is romantic. Lin Ziyun is not a person who understands romance very well, and he feels unjust about the breakup.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to see those couples walking together on the street, it can be seen that he still thinks about his ex-girlfriend in his heart. Lin Ziyun always thought in his heart, people are really strange, and they seem to like it even more after separation. But in line with the principle of not wanting to spoil other girls, he never contacted her.

But not in touch does not mean that you don't love, but that you love deeply, he thought.

If there is a regret medicine, will Lin Ziyun choose to start over?

"No, how is it possible? Even if I had, I wouldn't be able to afford it. He laughed at himself.

If, if, there are not so many ifs in the world. If, what we are talking about here is if, if there is another chance, Lin Ziyun hopes that he will not meet her, he is not a good person, he is a passerby.

A maple leaf fell, illuminated by the lights on the village road, and slowly fell. Gently, without leaving a trace. Lin Ziyun has been worrying a lot recently, maybe it's a demonic frustration, maybe it's lovesickness, and he was upset for no reason. He was going to go back to sleep, but he quit his fellow travelers and planned to walk around the village alone. The cold breeze at night may be able to make his mind clear faster.

As I walked, the road was much slower, and the people were much quieter. Lin Ziyun sat on a stone pier on the side of the mountain, took out his pocket, and took out a pack of cigarettes. Life is rare and quiet, there is no dispute with the world, such tranquility is like a dream, Lin Ziyun doesn't want to wake up so early.

In the past, the sun became slow, cars, horses, and mail were slow, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.

Just so quietly, maybe people can grasp more things and know how to cherish them.

From south to north, too far, separated by mountains and seas. From love to not love, but there is only one step away. stepped on the cigarette butt, Lin Ziyun took out his mobile phone and turned on the light. There were more than a dozen unread messages on the mobile phone, and Lin Ziyun took a look at them, all of which were sent by good friends. He didn't rush to leave, clicked on WeChat, and a dog head flashed.

"Are you in Huicheng?"

"Absent?"

After a few lines of question marks, there is also a video missed notification initiated by a friend. It should be that the Internet in the village is not good, and Lin Ziyun didn't find it in his mobile phone pocket.

"Hey, isn't it a pickle girl? ”

"I won't bother you, have you watched the news, there will be a meteor shower that you see once in thousands of years at nine o'clock tonight, remember to go out and be careful, don't be hit by a meteorite......"

"Oh, remember to take a picture and send me a few. ”

Looking at the message sent by Jiyou, Lin Ziyun seemed a little speechless, what is it and what, why doesn't he know anything. Walking towards the way back, Lin Ziyun noticed that the time displayed on his phone was eight and three o'clock. It was still early, and he remembered the message from his friend just now, and replied to him, "Oh." Maybe it was too simple, Lin Ziyun said again.

Lin Ziyun was joking, but he still took his mobile phone to open Weibo, typed in the words "Huicheng April 7th Meteor Shower", and looked it up. He clicked on one of the most clicked articles and read it.

There is really an introduction above, and it seems that what you said is not false. According to the observation of the Meteorological Observatory, there will be a meteor shower at 9 o'clock tonight in Huicheng.

Lin Ziyun had just started reading this Weibo, and a brilliant light suddenly appeared in the sky. Lin Ziyun couldn't help but say,. Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. This fate is leveraged.

Young people's hearts, Lin Ziyun glanced at the time, eight fifty-six. He couldn't help but complain, what the hell predicted ten o'clock, isn't it accurate at all? He didn't take a picture at the first time, but left a message under that Weibo: Huicheng time time on April 7, 20:56 meteor shower appeared.

In the dark sky, the stars are shining. Stars burst through the silent night sky like a rainbow. Lin Ziyun thought about taking a few all-round photos, trotted all the way and slipped to the top of the hill. Although the signal was not very good, Lin Ziyun couldn't hold back the surprise in his heart, he quickly opened the communication software and sent a voice message to his friends.

"It's a pity that the network is not good, otherwise I would have opened a video with him and envied him. Lin Ziyun thought to himself.

He was picking up his phone and standing on top of a rock, taking a picture at the sky.

Suddenly, thunder rang out in the sky. The voice was like a dragon roaring, like a horse galloping. The colorful light galloped, the fog was heavy, the heavens seemed to be collapsing, and the universe was chaotic.

In the long sky, the heavenly prince waved wantonly, and the meteors were like a divine horse galloping. The thunder thundered, and the clear sky on the other side of the call came to life, and the clouds disappeared. The sky was thundering, and the layers of dark clouds that disturbed it splashed layers of ripples.

A sea of stars, a galaxy of stars. At this moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and Lin Ziyun was so frightened that he almost didn't hold his phone. I saw that in the sky, lightning and thunder roared, and countless meteors pierced the sky. Nine gods descended into the world, like nine fire dragons, flying in the universe and heavenly rivers.

"Boom ......"

A loud bang sounded beside Lin Ziyun, and he hurriedly covered his ears. A meteor fell here, and Lin Ziyun's heart was cold. Jiyou's mouth is too poisonous, and he really wants to be killed by a meteorite. In the mountains and forests, the steaming air currents turned into the roar of evil dragons. People in this world are like a flat boat, unable to grasp everything in front of them. Thinking that he was going to die here, Lin Ziyun couldn't feel anything, the whole person was fluttering, unconscious, and hearing......

Destroy or survive, sometimes you can't help yourself.

Just when the erupted magma was about to swallow Lin Ziyun, just like a bizarre supernatural novel picture, Lin Ziyun saw flowers blooming in the sea of fire. The more the fire burns, the more vigorous the flowers bloom. Those dazzling flowers, was it his fantasy or reality? Lin Ziyun's eyes widened and he gradually lost consciousness.