Chapter 296: It's Time to Die (4)

People are in the shadows of the world, and they want to ask from afar, but there is no basis. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info that journey, was, Jun Heng played the willow flute, blew the double swallow around the beam flying, I rebounded the pipa, played the double butterfly dance...... This journey, however, is that the residual leaves are in a hurry, the flowers fall to the ground, and the dark fragrance of roses gradually drifts in the west wind of the ancient road, which is impossible to trace.

Jun, you know what? As long as I can see you, every river and rain in the south of the Yangtze River will be interpreted by me as an infinite style, and every snowflake in the north will be described by me as a beautiful territory. As long as I can hear you, no matter how hot the summer is, it will be a quiet day for me, and no matter how cold the winter is, it will be polished into a comfortable time for me.

On the red dust, the gathering is too short. Jun, I really want to clasp my fingers with you, bask in the sun, go to enjoy the flowers and willows by the 24th Bridge in Yangzhou, and look for the elegant fragrance of the lotus flower with the plum of the clouds and water together in the moonlight. I really want to go to the vast desert side by side with you, and go to see the poplar that has not fallen for thousands of years, and the goshawk that fights in the sky; Let's listen to the camel bell on the silk road and the wind sound left behind by the ancient country Loulan.

If I can, I would also like to get close to the beautiful prairie with you, and go to play the dongbula on the Bayinbrook grassland together, and play the horse-head violin on the ******** grassland. If you can, I also want you to take me to see the poet Xu Zhimo's Kangqiao, I want to be with you in the afterglow of the sunset, snuggling on the Kangqiao, watching the gentle swagger of aquatic plants, listening to the faint and low wandering of Sheng's songs. If I could, I would like to go with you to France, walk into romantic Provence together, and listen to the whispers of lavender in that purple sea.

If time can travel through, I really want to be stationed in the Song Dynasty with you, wearing plain clothes, building houses near the water, and planting chrysanthemums. I think that as long as there is a bamboo house, a low table, a cutout window, and an oil lamp, we can sort out every period of time into a warm and poetic way, and live every day ********. I don't want to be rich and rich, I don't want to live a long life, I just want to be with you, and I want to be happy every night. Jun, as long as you hold my hand and paint thrush for me, even if it is **** coarse tea and light rice, I have no regrets.

The road of smoke and water, as long as I am accompanied by you, the dreams that escape from the bottom of my heart will fly to the clear and clear sky. In the wind and rain, as long as I have your umbrella, the song humming from my mouth will float to the spring flowers.

You don't know how much I cherish your arms, and if we can still see each other, I will have a long, deep and tight hug with you, no flowers and wine, no music and no words, as long as your heartbeat, as long as your breath is enough.

Because of love, I can always be crazy for you. When I came to your city, I felt that every grass, tree, brick, and tile there, everything was so kind in my eyes, as if I had never been a passerby, but just a returnee.

I still remember, that time at the airport parting, when we parted, we said that we would not look back, but I still couldn't help but look back, although the tears hazy eyes, there was indescribable pain in my heart, but when I looked at the figure of you staring at me stupidly, I felt pain and happiness, and the scene at that moment was forever fixed in the time and space of my memory. Now that I think about it, the tears at that time should be a testimony of your and my love, and those little tears have turned into a pool of autumn water that I am watching for you.

When I fall in love with you, every alley in the depths of my heart opens for you, and every sound you step out of becomes the aftertaste of my beloved. When I fall in love with you, every word of mine is filled in for you, every smile of mine blooms for you, and every trace of my sorrow is tied for you. When I fall in love with you, I can never forget your watery eyes, and I can never forget your worried eyebrows.

Since parting, a flower of longing has bloomed in my heart, no matter when, no matter where, it has never withered.

I never thought you would leave, but when I woke up, all the stories in the sun, under the moonlight, and in the wind and rain were yellowed, turning into fireworks in the wind and clouds. Looking at the remnants of flowers in the rose garden, and then holding the pen, the ink has not been written for a long time; Reciting poetry again, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. The only thing I can do is to look for some traces of the past on my own in the days when I have lost color. Jun, without you, what else can I make an appointment for the next flowering date?

After meeting you, I have always believed that there is a white-headed love in this world, even if our gray hair is like frost, the love between you and me will not be like a broken flower into mud. Countless times, I dreamed that I was bathed in lingering smoke and rain, stepping on the bluestone slab, and walking towards you step by step with a low brow and a smile. Countless times, I have dreamed that I am chanting your name all the way, whether it is a trip to the mountains or a trip to the water, I am firmly trekking in the direction of you.

When I was young, I only understood the surface of Daiyu's funeral flowers, and I didn't understand its meaning. Now, when I am faced with the falling flowers in the lonely world in front of me, I really understand the inner monologue of Daiyu when she buries the flowers, and I really understand the grievances in the falling flowers and the lonely back.

The lonely night, the thin red candle on the railing, the platform of the heart, there is always reluctance to entangle. Nowadays, I fall in love with sad love songs, not entirely because they feel good, but more because the melody and lyrics of the songs are just in line with the picture and artistic conception laid out in my heart.

Happiness is gradually fading, and in the shadows of the past years, I really don't know if I can still do it, sing and smile.

I no longer think about whether there will be a dark fragrance floating in the sleeves of the wind, I just hope that I can guard the original scenery in my heart in the future, on the shore of the willow green water, facing the beautiful sunset, facing the cold white moonlight, I can be at peace and not be sad.

It's hard to let go of the old dreams, it's hard to give up a volume of affection, even if there is no news of you again, even if a blank piece of paper falls in the speechless empty city, even if the lonely shadow will always stand in a silent and poignant landscape, I will still fold the thoughts of the rest of my life into the graceful rhyme of Tang poems and Song lyrics, hold the memories in bulk, and turn a dream of smoke and rain into the tenderness of ink and blue, so that this thought will never end up.

Yesterday, you and I relied on each other in the happy place on the willow bank, and today, under the blue canopy, a hoe fell and fell flowers, buried in the lonely world

"How is this possible? How is this possible? ”

In the ancient castle, Zhang Jianfeng was like a defeated general, looking at the floor with blank eyes, and his face was dead!

There were three people standing in front of him, these three people were naturally Wu Nian, Jiang Guo, and Fan Chou, the three of them looked in a trance, and they were emotional, I really didn't expect that the illusion and reality were so real, so that they were almost lost in the illusory world!

"Zhang Jianfeng, there is a saying that is really true! Shibei should be impressed for three days, and it will almost be ruined in your hands, what a mistake! Blunder! (To be continued.) )