, the falling flowers are colorful, open in the mountain light, swaying out of the slightest loneliness.

The wind is blowing, what a beautiful painting, you see the mountains full of flowers. Imagine taking a small teapot and going to see the Du Ruohua. I was alone, stepping on the moonlight, it was the little home of the fairy, the myth of the dream.

Living forever in this beautiful mountain village, the back house is my world, my study home.

Sitting in the moonlight, thinking about how to write an article, in a quiet environment, I made up the story.

Unconsciously, winter and spring have passed, and in the quiet summer, insects are flying. Why did you choose here, because this place is innocent, and this is the little fairy family in your dreams. Leaning on the pure stone, wading through the small river, sister, sister, do you remember me? Can I appear in your dreams?

Looking at the beauty of the black words on the yellow paper, it instantly seemed to return to ancient times, the Ming Dynasty. I thought about the old days, when I studied and practiced martial arts, I had to make a beautiful weapon and learn the moves.

Under the green shade of the back garden, a bright light, living here, my screen name is, Pleasant Fairy. From now on, I am still a scholar, a little scholar who is drunk alone, carefree and worry-free, and my life is gentle. I hope that every day will be as full as Taicang, and I hope that every day will be a literary and martial arts, and I will be called a civil and military and a traitorous male. Spring, autumn, winter and summer, just like this, the seclusion is really beautiful.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them. I didn't expect it to be true, my life is located in this small mountain village. I know people like me and want to intermarry with me, and it's the 21st century, so why haven't I opened it yet?

I am like the Du Ruo flower, and there are times when the flowers bloom, and if I bloom, it must be beautiful. Stepping on the grass of Momo, climbing the hillside, the wind in the mountains is gentle and elegant. I heard the fox chirping, and the bird chirping, and I was like this all my life, and I held the power myself.

For 1,700 years, I have worked hard to cultivate, and I never have to return to the noisy world at the foot of the mountain. Sip the tea gently, swallow it in your heart, and gently brush away the troubles and troubles in your heart. That's how I decided, wearing an mp3, listening to the song of "White Fox", and recording the beautiful lyrics.

Looking forward to the coming of winter, the beautiful Rui Xueer is flying one after another, flying and falling. At that time, wearing warm clothes and harmonious cotton shoes, sitting at this desk, imagining the beauty of the past.

The beautiful little mountain village is full of stories, women laughing at the door, and men say that it is a joyful atmosphere.

Flowers fly in all seasons, when will there be a bright moon. Towards the bank of the Yumaxi River, the west pond of Xiji. The fall of the mulberry tree rippled the enchanting world of flowers, and in Nanke's dream last night, I dreamed that my old best friend was playing with me.

Looking up at the blank sky, I knew that soon the rain and raindrops would be flying down again, reflecting the sweetness of the silk, and I waited......