Parting, Ah Chuan was on that tree, in the position where he and Ah Juan often leaned against each other and leaned on the pillow, he untied the bandage on the finger that was broken by the punch, and wrote several words with the hot blood of his fingers:

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you??What's wrong with you......

Ah Chuan got on his bicycle and left. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He rode very slowly, looking back frequently.

That particular tree, lit like a candle by his gaze, burned hotter the farther away it became—and it would turn around at the first call!

Of course not, there are many miracles in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but there is no share of them.

When Ah Chuan turned around, the Mid-Autumn Moon seemed to have lost too much blood and became miserable.

Although they did not meet, the moon was still full.

It's late at night, and if there is really a love scene, it has already closed the door, and the love field drove him away.

The full moon is no longer so bright, but it's still there.

In the night, he returned from the love field with an anemic moon, but he didn't get anything.

The moon is clear, the bright moon shines on people, and people are alone and haggard.

★.

In 1997, Big Brother was more noble than a car, and the class machine was also a rare luxury, Ah Chuan couldn't let Ajuan know that he already had it, and their communication was very original.

The blood stains on the tree had not yet dried, and a woman as beautiful as a dream like Chang'e rushed in.

There was only one reason why Ajuan was late, and she was forced to work overtime until 3 a.m. No matter what kind of discussion there is, the management of the company is so ruthless, and my aunt's daughter has to follow it.

Tonight, her long fingers had been pricked with two pins by the motor, and she had enough red blood to write those words on the bark, and her words were fresher and redder than his, and it was the blood of a child:

I'm coming, I'm still coming, I'm coming......

I saw those bloody words, like this big tree flowing out.

The big tree has a spirit, and it opened two spiritual eyes, one on Ah Chuan's finger and the other on Ah Juan's fingertip - all the blood and tears flowed on its old chest.

She didn't cry, but she was already crying. Her tears were like moonlight, and her teary eyes were more tearful than the shadows of the trees.

fell in love with Ah Chuan, only to know that his daughter's tears were more than the water of the Suoxi River. Her tears were like silk, weaving their blood together.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, autumn will be cool.

These blood words are the patterns she wants to knit for him.

Maybe the fancy will not be exactly the same, but the words and blood, the needle and the needle, will definitely be in it.

Ajuan couldn't sleep, she sat down alone by the tree.

The bright moon is silent, the big tree is cold, and Ajuan is silent. Until the dawn of the wind rose, I didn't know when to dry the blood words, until the full moon was gone, and her tears were still not left.

It wasn't until Tianyu broke open and gave birth to Akeno that she returned alone.

On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, he had a share, and she also had a share, but they couldn't put it together. Even if you barely put it together, it is far from complete.

★★.

He Le has several unknown duels at this dusk, and there are even more on moonlit nights.

But he is still unwilling to break the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he is unwilling to change the mood of this Mid-Autumn Festival, so he would rather extract those battles and put them aside, so that they can be ordinary.

No matter how detached a monk is, most of the time is ordinary.

But in this way, this Mid-Autumn Festival is a little messy, which is inevitable.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, extracted from the fragment of Xiuzhen, has become a very alternative prose poem, and only a few people can grasp the main theme in the dark.

That's fine, so many people in the world are spending so much Mid-Autumn Festival, why do so many people end up with nothing to gain anything? Can you say that they are unintentional, can you say that they are ruthless?

Someone's love is in the depths, and someone's heart is on the face.

And some people can only meet bitterly in reminiscence.

Even if you understand it again, it doesn't necessarily mean fate.

"The moonlight is like neon, the evening breeze is like fine wine, we are in the moonlight," what do you look up, what do you think when you look down?

Not only at home, not only in dreams, not only in the moon, but also in the deepest torment of the soul.

Mingyue Lou is alone in his rest, the wine is sad, turning into lovesick tears, if Mingyue is not bitter, how can they, how can we frequently invite each other's **-please eat!

He Le, in this night, the boundless love thread is as thin as weaving! His more love thread is wrapped around that extraordinary woman.

That was how many years ago, they were eighteen years old.

In her old letter, she said: "I have come to earth with so many people on this good night. In my memory, it seems that I have never spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in autumn, and I always spend my birthday in the rain, but I hope that the autumn will change on the day I become an official citizen of the host country!"

More than 10 years ago, no matter whether you have something on your mind or not, you always love to go up to a tall building alone, watch the moon like a ball, like a bud and like a hook, and watch the river swing through spring and summer and then to autumn.

You always forget to keep sorting out the mess, chewing on old hatreds and sorrows, and tormenting all kinds of unusual tastes of life in your little heart when you are not very mature.

At that time, He Le only said to you: In the four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain, I don't know what he means, can you understand all of them with your super wisdom?

Did he say that there are too many towers in the world, and there are too many lonely people in the world, lonely guests in heaven and earth, how many people fall in love with the floors, and how many people can see through everything?

Does he want to dedicate the main energy of his life to the public in the world, and has no time to comfort you, nor does he have time to go up to a tall building to say that he is worried, so he advises you not to sit alone in a tall building anymore, and devote yourself more to the ups and downs of the sea, right?

He used to be that kind of person, such a heartless person.

His family and relatives have a deeper experience, how many words have you remembered?

Staggered people like him, always more unfortunate than lucky, I don't know if you understand?

So have you been following the crowd ever since?

One knows each other, and remembers each other.

That evening, the sunset was like a magnificent orange condensed by moonlight. You put on a silk skirt and bid him farewell to the crowded pass.

No matter how many others there are, they are all passers-by, but in your eyes, there is only each other.

It took a long time to say goodbye, and you seemed to be smiling, which meant something:

"Shu Chu, why did you take so many names? Originally, it was enough to call Chen Yueping, and he also used the pen names Shi Xuan, Shi Xu, Lou Ding, etc., and now it is called He Le? Why? What kind of coke is there? Is it 'Huoluo' Tongmai, or Heluo Books. ”

He smiled wryly: "What a coke!"

"What kind of coke? Before the coke sells well in this town, you are leaning on the jade and attacking the jade, and the tree is blooming. Do you see the future?"

"The future, how long will there be a pure future for an innocent combination like our Twin Society?" he felt that their age seemed to be small at that time, but it would not be long before they would enter the marriageable stage, and love marriage would make a juvenile organization like the Twin Literature Society suffer an immeasurable impact, who could see such a future?

So you say, "Life is racing in circles, jumping out of one and then another, so I'm still very dizzy." "I know that you are not influenced by that Taiwanese writer, but you really feel it, the moon has passed without a trace, and the words have passed without a trace, but your words have made me remember it for life.

Just because I've heard what you've said in this life, it's not a lot.

Why can your few words make me taste it for a lifetime?

You also said, "I've been in a good mood lately, I've been at ease, I'm not worried about anything, so why bother? There are so many sorrows and sorrows in the world that if I don't seek relief from myself, I can die of sorrow." Why bother (maybe it's because you've asked why, and more than once, I'll call it Ho Le)? There is so much joy in the world, and if you can't grasp it, you will always be sad. ”

When you say this, it's been a few years, you're a big girl, and it's not the same as when you first met you at the well, are you still a simple bud?

Is it still the female classmate who stayed with her all night and was reluctant to give up and obsessively brewed the eel soup together?

You become more visible than the moon.

Jian Bao, does it mean to unburden yourself?

You say, "The best way to be liberated is to look down on everything, to see through the red dust, and then nothing matters." Jia Baoyu sleepwalks in too imaginary realm, that kind of understanding, no matter how wonderful it is, it couldn't be clearer. ”

On October 7, 1987, in the midst of his busy schedule, he made a brief note in his diary: "It was another full moon, and as early as the fifteenth day of the previous month, I was ready to grieve well." Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the moon is dripping brightly, but I have no time to be sad, I can only feel tired and tired strongly. "This pen is also written for you, even in his darkest days, when he has not written more than a day in the past, and he still remembers you, you know?

Maybe it was God's mercy, He Le was so busy that he missed the Mid-Autumn Festival the following year, but there was another August 15th. On October 25, 1988, cloudy and rainy, the day of the leap year came very late, and he wrote: "Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon cannot be full. There is no moon, and although I haven't forgotten it, I don't want to mention her name either. "Never remember, never forget.

On September 20, 1994, the Mid-Autumn Festival, he wrote: "The Mid-Autumn Festival does not see the moon...... I thought that the white clouds were the chest of the blue sky, and they could often warm my misery...... The sea is the sky on the ground, I can become a tear on the edge of the sky, I am a tear that has not dried up for twenty-two years, high above the sea, and become a crosshairs......"

Is this tear the crosshairs of the scales in your heart, or the crosshairs of your shotgun? Maybe the scales and guns are too vulgar to be needed.

Maybe you have become a monk and cut off the red dust for 3,000 zhang, and I am one of the ring stars on your head.

With your talents, you must have already achieved success.

It is said that the number of Buddhist cultivators in this world, the number of scars is also the number of Dao fruits that have been cultivated, and it is also the number of the worldly world.

Now that you have at least the number of rings on your head, right? How many stars will he have on your head?

Ask what the moon thinks, ask what the stars remember. The star is the manifestation of the heart, and the heart is the connotation of the star. Does Jian Bao still care about her image in He Le's heart?