Tonight, in front of the bright moon shining in front of the window, the same lovesickness, the same sentimentality, the lack of the moon can still be restored. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Day after day, year after year, the lovesick tears of you and me have dried.

He withdrew from the company's Mid-Autumn Festival barbecue party, and it was already more than two o'clock in the evening. He walked out of the industrial area alone, rushed to the beach, and sang your favorite song in a low voice.

His most outstanding talent is not in singing, but only because of you, he often hums, and humming and humming has a good level.

At this time, the full moon was not covered by obvious dark clouds, but only half of the southern sky was left, which was a peculiar anomaly of this year, and he caught up with it.

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is not full, why is half of it missing?

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is not perfect, is this the will of God?

He suddenly lowered his head and drooped deeply. He suddenly felt the cold, he suddenly felt that autumn had come, and he had come to the corner of the water at the end of the day.

By the sea, at this time, the moon is white and the wind is light, and the breeze blows his head, can you blow the hem of your skirt thousands of miles away?

Three thousand miles away by the river, are you also watching the water of the Seser River in the clear autumn? Are you also measuring your thoughts on the waterfront shore?

Missing is countless times out of reach, missing is nine hundred and nine, nine hundred and ninety, nine long!

His footprints are forty-two yards, and you once said that the footprints he walked on were all the forty-two chapters of the Sutra published by Shu.

He said then that you, in the eyes of a descendant of the best chief construction engineer in town, should have seen that your true foot length should be thirty-six and a half yards, which is three hundred and sixty-five days and nights.

With their respective foot lengths, measured on two different life lu, do you have the same answer?

It is said that the river in front of you is a golden waterway, and this waterway must be unimpeded until the big port of the Special Administrative Region.

When will you be able to ride the river tide to catch the sea tide and come to the moon?

Is it okay tonight?

The bird is tired and knows how to return, and he doesn't know when he will be able to return home.

What can I do if I go back? Can I still be reunited?

Eight years ago, he said that he shed the blood of his parents, the tears of the rush, the endless waves, and the heavenly father who raised his mother, so he tried his best to dilute the ocean of their tears.

So, at the end of May of '97, he came here.

On this Mid-Autumn Night, he rushed to a deserted beach alone to sing and cry.

He doesn't sing as many songs as you, and the man's tears are geometric, can they dilute the bitterness of the sea?

His tears are also bitter and astringent!

I want to see you and I'm afraid to see you, not only for ten years, but from the beginning.

He looks forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival and fears the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this situation has remained the same for 12 years.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is your birthday, his mood is not carried back by a paper boat, no moon can be returned, the sea breeze cannot fly into your inner lu, and you are long away from the old site of the broken intestine - what does he ask you to know?

★★.

He lingered for a long time by the sea under the moon before he squatted down in front of a large polished pebble and set up the birthday feast he had prepared for you.

The thoughts he harbored had matured, and when the lid of his body was lifted, a cage of hot sincerity and a plate of steamed powder could be seen.

In fact, you and he are sitting under the canopy of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is like a lantern shining on itself, and you are sitting on both sides of the same table.

The dining table is a little bigger, and the thousands of cups of wine brewed by the sea and the 10,000 green onions planted in the mountains are all on this large round table.

Hold a cup like a cup, like a solemn oath, there are only you and her at the same table, isn't it just the right time to invite each other's **, all say "please eat!"?

Even if you eat loneliness, the tears that spill out are better than an empty stomach. At least there's one more of you or her in your chest.

The bright moon shines on the beach, and a thirty-year-old man is still crying alone, uncomfortable alone. He was gushing at the sea, and the words in his chest were gushing, but he couldn't vent to his heart's content.

Even though you can't hear it, he still has a thousand words.

He suppressed the surging emotions, and struggled to peel the love words to you, and he vomited a lot and a lot, covering the sea and the beach. Can the sea bring these words to you? Even if they are not salty or light!

His words were so much that the sea water was filled with a high tide.

His love is so heavy that the tide retreats over and over again.

The sea is connected to the river, and the river is the channel for the ocean to reach the heart, right? The sea is so turbulent, do you want to move the mountains and rivers?

The water of rivers, lakes and seas, they all have open mouths with waves, and every wave is.

There are so many waves, are you who are telling you that you always like to watch the river from afar, have you ever encountered those flowers?

In fact, you are, the moon on the lake of his heart, the rise and fall of his heart, mainly your gravity is dominating.

After going through a lot of things, after a long time, he was emotionally dull, and he really realized that you are the only moon in his life.

Ask the heavens, is this realization too late?

If you can cultivate this life for a thousand years, can you go back to the past, hold on to your hand again, and let him never let go!

The bright moon has no owner, and no one can keep it.

Is there another person who is also asking: Why is it that in the second half of the night in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, only half of the moon is left in the southern sky?

★★.

There is no such love as He Le, how can He Le have such skills.

September 16, 1997 is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how far away is today?

The Mid-Autumn Festival of that year was so beautiful from dusk that it will never be forgotten.

He Le, who was thirty years old at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve, looked inside himself and traced it back to the source of three important rivers in the inner heaven and earth. All from India, one is Shakyamuni, one is Dharma, and one is Tagore.

The deceased are like this, but they all leave traces, just like yesterday's dusk, not untouchable. It contains valuable information that he can draw on at any time.

With the foundation of studying the true distance, He Le quickly realized: intelligence power is a kind of past power, a source that can draw strength from the past, and a great power that acts on the time state of the present and tomorrow.

Ah Chuan is not the Ah Chuan that Ah Juan can see clearly, and He Le is not only the Master He in the canteen of Wang Pin Company.

The same Mid-Autumn Festival, different times, the same protagonist, even though they live in the same world, He Le still has another side that he is not known to everyone.

The first person to superficially recognize his side was undoubtedly the heroic bell hanging.

It was the twilight of this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Dusk is quiet on the outside, but it is manic and violent in the bones.

It was the day that was rushing, and the night was charging.

This kind of time is most suitable for a literary youth like He Le, who is often thinking about it, and the inner energy is stronger than the external energy. Those who can be civil and military are more suitable.

Perhaps it is the influence of this dusk, as Shu He Le, can see the blood flowing all over the sky and see the nine kinds of brilliance at the same Mid-Autumn Festival dinner in the thirty-fifth chapter of this book, so that he can brew the poem "The Roof", and can he materialize his thoughts, make the building one meter eight high, cut homesickness and lovesickness, and remember this different Mid-Autumn Festival forever.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, how can he forget, how to forget.

Reading can easily travel through millions of years. In the final chapter of his "Song of Life", The Gardener's Collection, Tagore asks: "Who are you, reader, reading my poems a hundred years from now." ”

Who am I?

It has only been three and a half months since he joined Wangpin's company, and He Lecai has only begun to establish the basic concept of intelligence power, and his understanding of the connotation of intelligence power is no more than his perception of dusk.

But combined with his vast knowledge, his intelligence skills are already extraordinary.

In He Le's mind, the book he is reading is the dusk of today, the dusk of the future that he can't finish reading today, and the pages of the books he has read before today are the twilight of the past.

To hold the scroll is to grasp the twilight.

The dusk is in the hand, and the cultivation is in the heart.

★★★★.

The bell hung in at dusk to find him, but it was the right time.

Zhong Han's pincer golden finger has been refined to the peak of the sixth stage, and it has already surpassed the scope of martial arts. No matter how strong his martial arts are, he can't do this step with a raise of his hand.

There must be modern means of cultivating truth.

Modern cultivation is a great era hidden in the city, the ancient inheritance has added a variety of modern civilizations, more high-tech new ideas and innovative thinking, more and more colorful, beyond the vision of the ancients, but also out of the imagination of ordinary people.

The splendor of modern cultivation is hidden behind the usual phenomenon, and not many people can see the truth.

Ignorant people always think that Xiuzhen has fallen into the world, and forget the fact that Xiuzhen will always occupy the forefront of worldly life.

The more prosperous the era, the more people who break away from the subsistence line, and the more prosperous Xiuzhen becomes.

As soon as Zhong Hang held the three-foot-seven-inch banyan tree old whisker in his left hand, he used the method of cultivating the truth to make the original soft whisker hard, so that he could cut it one by one under his golden fingers.

Zhong Hanhang's skills and means, there is no need to wait for a spell similar to "seeing is ten", He Le will know it in his heart, and the intelligence power will act automatically, and his heart will be like a mirror, reflecting the subtlety, and he will know it thoroughly.

The bell is hung with the naked eye.

He is happy with the eyes of the heart.

He could even "see" that the second phalanx of the two fingers of the right hand hanging by Zhong Hang was no longer as round as ordinary people, and the two opposite phalanges had been sharpened into a knife wheel like a scissor edge, and at the same time, by the way, he also saw that the fingertips of the two fingers hanging by Zhong Hang had also been cultivated very sharply.

The skin and flesh of his knuckles seemed to have been reduced to mere cloth to cover the sharpness of his sword. His sharpness is hidden in his bones.

Iron fingers, inch strength. His pincer gold fingers have surpassed this rank.

The pincers and golden fingers hanging from the bell are indeed very hot, and under the skin that is almost the same as that of mortals, there is a great power hidden that is difficult for people to reach.

The thirty-seven banyan trees must be in hand, on He Le's heart board, it is like a dish on the chopping board, and it can be cut with a knife!

Why don't you bring a knife.

The bell hangs without it.

Modern Xiuzhen has long reached the era when you don't have to carry a sword.

As long as you can wield the sword, you can be a swordman. For Zhong Han, the finger is in the knife. For He Le, he is in the knife.

Zhong Hang's eyes widened and he was engrossed, and each big eye was covered with ten small eyes cultivated by secret methods, which were the ten compound eyes in the bionic technique, which could magnify the target tenfold.

This is the "eye of the masses" cultivated by using popularity, and the eyes of the masses are bright.