PS: The first time I heard an editor say that An An's article was a scumbag, it was more or less difficult to accept, but with the generalization of rejection later, I accepted it, and many editors said that the quality of this article was too poor, so during this period, An An retreated, and seized the time to work while supplementing and revising the article. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Now, An An doesn't ask for anything, just ask for advice, about the article, what is not good, please give me more advice. Or, what plot you don't understand, you can also bring it up, as long as you are free, you should be able to reply the next day, if there is anything that is not taken care of, please include more. An An will read book reviews every day. The retreat will take at least a month or two. After all, there is still work. It's still a bit tiring to work part-time.

16 staggered, light clouds

Feelings are intertwined in the displacement, intertwined in the parting, intertwined in the imbalance and dissociation, in the time that cannot be avoided, if this is lonely, so weak, so so that I don't care, my heart is empty, I don't know everything.

Once upon a time, will you care about it again, do you still need to care about it anymore, will you still need to escape and dodge?

In such a decline, the woman fell to the ground weakly, lying on the grass weakly, silently, the whole body was weak and soft, in the softness, there was pain, there was a faint pain, there was a faint nostalgia, everything, not intentionally.

Looking at the back in the depths of the green forest, the back that turned away, he was so lonely, so lonely, and the nostalgia was so profound, and the nostalgia was ...... It's so overwhelming, and it's a last resort.

In the midst of that fear and Zhang Huang, slowly escaping, slowly evading, there is something that is difficult to speak, it is difficult to easily resort to words, looking at his back, looking at his back gradually disappearing into the green forest, she suddenly, still worried, still sad, will be so sad that she can't help but want to cry, but I don't know why.

The sun was setting, and in the lonely red, there was a figure of something, who was there, turned away, and just turned away. As if you leave, you won't come back.

Sometimes it is so familiar, sometimes it is so distant and unfamiliar, as if it feels so far away, it feels difficult to get close, in that faint twitch, there is no escape, there is no escape, just so quietly looking forward to it, but not very clear what he is looking forward to, is he looking forward to his turn?

Is it so much to look forward to his return, his return? But suddenly I found that the figure who had gone away was still so far away, and it had been ...... In the end, it was gone, and everything was gone again.

Nothing can be found is gone, nothing can be found and nothing is gone. Is it so sudden, so suddenly inexplicable, so suddenly weird, so suddenly confused, thinking about waiting? Or are you looking for it?

Recession in a falling flower, spring sleepy, so sleepy, so soft and weak, so declining, just trance, unexplained trance, endless trance, those are as if they do not exist, as if everything is a floating cloud.

Everything is so hard to find, slowly lonely, slowly precipitated, under the sunshine of that day, the white fox turned into a human body, and then turned into a chantrin again. Turning into a silent minstrel would be so shattered? Will there be something broken again that is hard to find? How long will it be?

Is it a long wait? Can't get close, can't leave, can't get closer, and so hard to get away, the not near and not far away suddenly near and far, in the broken rejection and difficult hardship, want to give up?

I want to let go of the past, I want to let go of the past, it seems that it is still too difficult, as if everything is still too difficult, it is still too difficult, so difficult that I am deflated in my heart, completely deflated, as if I can't do it anymore.

Sighing deeply, lamenting, powerless, sleepy, asking for nothing, having no sustenance, it was so ethereal, without a goal, without a vision, as if it had no motivation to die like a mollusk.

Weeping, declining weeping, declining weeping and waiting for something, gently stroking the stem, a rough and stout stem, where it grows straight, green and verdant, and under the shade.

When the sun shines down like water, the sunlight like flowing water, in the soft white sunlight, there is still something warm, and there is something indescribable, inexplicable confusion and hesitation, hesitation in that place, confusion and fear trembling in that place, it is so afraid to approach, it is so difficult to approach, there will be something slowly distant, slowly becoming difficult to approach.

The flowing water is long, long, life is so long and long, but there is something sad, like the flow of water, sadness, quietly and silently flowing in her heart, that is a quiet and silent cry, what a lonely one, a frustrated one, a sad one. In the midst of that long waiting and seeking.

The heart swayed from side to side, swayed from side to side, the heart swayed gently in the quiet bosom of the heart, shook gently, swayed gently, swayed non-stop, what was lost was not just a heart, what was lost was not only time, what was lost was not just a person, not just oneself, what was lost...... As if ...... Many, many, many......

It's as if one day was like this, and suddenly one day, so much was lost, so much was lost, so much was lost, so small, so distant, so scattered, so sad and distant.

The figure, the back, seemed to be farther and farther away, farther and farther away, far to the end of the sky, so far that it would not turn around again. It was once so close to lovers, it was once so close to a warm embrace, it was once so beautiful.

And suddenly, just then, the wind blows and the flowers fall, and the smoke disappears, and it can no longer be found, it can no longer be hidden, the wound, the wound of the heart, the wound of the body, the wound where? It was as if wounds were cracking all over the body...... In the ...... of bleeding In endless pain and melancholy.

The woman turned into a fox, the white fox turned into a woman in the dust, and the woman's long dress drifted away with the wind, like a long cloud of white light smoke.

It was the past that was fleeting, the past of the human world that was fleeting. The distracting thoughts of the kings of the world are long gone, and they have long since blown through like this and never returned.

But the wind blows the placket of the clothes, the faint heart is cold, the heart is so cold and trembling, the heart is so cold, the heart is so cold, and the heart is so trance. The spirit slowly incarnated, re-incarnated as a white fox.

The white fox was walking, the white fox was running, and after running for a short time, it stopped again, staying in this wandering and trance world, but it was such a sad world.

So free, so ethereal, with the wind and smoke, that a snow-white fox under the blue sky and white clouds, in an instant, turned into nothingness, and re-transformed into a light cloud of nothingness.