The elves are everywhere, the magical valley, the moonlight is faint, and there is endless sorrow.

I stood by the creek, dressed in camouflage, leaning against the old tall and thick poplar trees.

The poplar leaves fluttered and fell, and with the wind falling on my young and melancholy tearful face, I stroked my tearful face, involuntarily, and cried......

In this life, who is my companion? I used to be here lonely and silently wading through the small river to the deep mountains and old forests.

When autumn comes, the grass and trees are shaken off, the leaves are frosty, cold, the leaves are covered, white, textured and beautiful frost flowers.

When I looked up, the wind was howling, the leaves were fluttering, and the branches were swaying, as if they were sprinkled with yellow, dry flowers when I got married. Ye'er, do you want to use your boundless beauty and innocence to bury me here? So that I will always be with you in the next life, with the little animals here, and with the beautiful plants here?

I do, I do, I want to be with you forever. If it weren't for the laziness of my hands, I would have wanted to build a retreat here for a long time, and I would like to study in spring and summer, and dabble in autumn and winter.

Immortal Valley, Immortal Valley, is really Immortal Valley, not so much a valley as a Fairy Valley.

The cold winter is coming, I love you, this late autumn romantic and beautiful yellow leaves fluttering in the valley under the wild woods.

My vows and alliances with the world have all turned into nothingness like the smoke of the past. The farewell poem, two or three lines, is deeply carved on the tall and thick wild poplar tree with a steel knife. The person I love the most, haven't you been by my side yet? DID YOU KNOW? I've been waiting for you for twelve springs, autumns, winters, and summers!

Here, my heart is so quiet, so quiet, quiet without a trace of dust, without a trace of distractions, without a trace of sorrow. The only thing in my heart is my own body, I look down at my thighs, Chu Chu is moving, I think, I am the most beautiful boy in the world, because living here, living in this small mountain village, I am no longer a human being, but an elf, a spirit who has practiced for ten years, has ten years of Taoism.

Let me stay here forever for the rest of my life, here is my only and only unchanging sincerity, I don't know how many years I will settle here?

I was sad, I was in tears, the leaves were falling on my tearful face, my face was itchy, I rolled up my sleeves and wiped away the tears.

I leaned heavily on the thick poplar tree, wearing headphones in my ears, holding the mp3 in my hand, listening to those sad music, the lyrics were so clear: "A thousand years of loneliness, a thousand years of loneliness, a thousand years of loneliness, a thousand years of waiting for a thousand years of loneliness......"

I didn't expect that the days in the mountains are so fast, the time in the mountains is so fast, and the time in the mountains is so fast. Before I knew it, the sky was gradually darkening, and on the top of the black east mountain, a white moon rose, and the smile of a young girl appeared in my heart. The stars shine, the meteors streak, leaving nothing behind. And me? And I don't want to go yet, I don't want to go back to my home in the mountain village along the mountain road, I live here, I think, no one will care about me, no one will think about me, if Dong Ju Yanyan knows that I don't go home for dinner tonight, she will only be happier, in this way, wouldn't it save her a bowl of food again?

The night breeze blew from the grass in Nanshan and the woods to the north, blowing over my body and blowing on my face, a little cold, a little cold, but it made people feel very gentle, I wanted to dance, dance to show myself. I crossed my hands and hugged my body tightly, and I would give no one in this life. Am I a fairy? At the very least, in this moment, I am.

The evening breeze was gently blowing, and my whole body felt cool and cool, and I had never felt so relaxed.

Why? Why? Why do I feel tired, tired, and heavy as soon as I get back to the world at the bottom of the mountain? Really, really, I really don't want to go back down the hill again, but thinking about it, it's getting darker and darker, and the owls and magpies and the birds and insects are crying more and more.

I don't know why, but I still lifted my slender legs and walked along the winding black mountain road towards the world below. The so-called dust is not over, at this moment, I really understand this sentence......

On the way home, I was planning again, how to write my article tonight, and I should read the thick "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Stay for a while, stay for a while, when you really want to live in that wild poplar forest, you can save money, build a house, and from then on, study in spring and summer, and dabble in autumn and winter......