In the past, she had only seen such a scene in the "Tibetan Spring Book" in the illusion:

A girl stands in a sea of flowers, the sky is filled with the fragrance and warmth of flowers.

As if he suddenly recalled the ignorance and beauty of seventeen or eighteen years old, he saw the peach blossoms in front of him, the round petals were lovely, and there was a kind of poignancy in the warmth.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the rain of petals, but she saw a line of footprints vaguely left on the ground.

The petals flutter like fairies, and the crystal clear five petals are like tears.

It didn't take long for the footprints of Shuying to be covered.

It's business as usual. As if she had never come. Like, she never loved.

And this scene is all under the eyes of the jade pot.

She was looking at the peach blossoms, and Yu Hao was looking at the peach blossoms, just like a "Peach Blossom Poem Intent".

Tao Yao wants to accept the gift of creation, maybe in the autumn we will taste the brewed wine together, and will we still smell the apricot blossoms at that time?

The taste of peaches has a mellow smell of sunset. After drying, soak it in white wine, put rock sugar on it, and you can wait to drink peach blossom wine with anticipation.

Perhaps, not only can you smell the fragrance of peach blossoms, but you can also see the eternal youthful face in Xiaoxuan's window, she is still the first time you saw her, in the best years, looking out of the window......

Perhaps after a few months, the peach tree is so fruitful that it is almost impossible to remember that it was a flowering tree not so long ago.

Tao Yao is immersed in the joy of a person pouring himself to drink and read, and the flowers bloom and fall silently......

A series of shallow footsteps, listening to his footsteps are calm and powerful, like a man's footsteps, think about who will appear next to me at this time except him. Tao Yao didn't turn her head, still closing her eyes and enjoying the beauty around her.

He came from behind and slowly approached me. The breeze came slowly, blowing down the peach blossoms like rain. In a trance, there are peach blossoms falling on the eyebrows.

I just listened, he said softly, "Huh", and a warm breath greeted me, and his hot lips touched my brow and forehead.

I saw him holding the petals into his lips, and he was slightly drunk, feeling a warm current into his palm.

As soon as he was held in his arms, Tao Yao raised his eyes slightly, and at a glance he saw that his lips were as moist and shiny as red jade, and the apricot blossoms in his lips were even more delicate, as if they were integrated.

Shuying was immersed in this warm current. I forgot all the troubles in this world, and just wanted to stop at this moment forever, with the appearance of a young man in my heart, and I wanted to be warm forever.

He put his hand on Shuying's face and spit the petals into Shuying's mouth, and the peach blossom was full of pleasant sweetness.

Then kissed from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, then to the lips, and kissed to the bare collarbone, through the slight coolness of the petals, and the slight heat of the lips alternated together, Shuying could no longer be immersed in it, and when he opened his eyes, this person was - reading "Nanhualu" and meeting a senior who liked it very much. A reader who loves to make incense and dreams.

Dong Ruoyu is a native of Wuxing, Zhejiang, and his family has been noble for generations. He has been related to the Buddha since he was a child, he can read the "Yuanjue Sutra" at the age of 5, and then learn the four books and five classics, and at the age of 10, he can compose, erudite and talented, proficient in various knowledge, but he has no intention of fame. He is elegant, such as incense, tea, piano, and books, he likes them all, especially like the landscape and sleeping, and the dream is good. Later, after he became a monk, he never entered the city again, but talked about scriptures with Huang Dao Zhou. He loves books like his life, and every time he travels, he carries 50 loads of books with him, and refuses to leave for a moment even when encountering mountains and valleys, torrents and torrents.

He succeeded him as the presiding officer of Lingyan Temple. Good at remembering dreams, he once established a dream club, and wrote "Dream Society Covenant", as well as "Zhaoyang Dream History", "Dream Country Chronicles" and other books dedicated to dreams.

He loves something strange and strange: the breeze and the moon, the clouds of the ancient temple, all kinds of spices, rain, and dreams. Fame and fortune, food, clothing, housing and transportation, in his opinion, are all the blind obedience of neuropaths.

The most surprising thing is that he indulges in dreams of nothingness, and firmly believes that dreams not only exist, but are extremely important

Dong Ruoyu also pointed out the props for people:

High-rise buildings, the sound of rain, flowers, incense seals, tea tripods, stone pillows, poetry books and medicine stoves.

He said that he had dreamed of going to a place called "Dream Country", and he also presided over the establishment of a "Dream Society" there, which used a large cabinet to keep people's strange dreams.

"Dream Township" is divided into Xuanwei Township, Landscape Township, Hades Township, Zhixiang Township, Ruyi Township, Tibetan Township, and Future Township, and all the dreams that people can have in ancient and modern times have been written

There is also the famous Linchuan Four Dreams about dreams.

Linchuan Four Dreams, also known as the Four Dreams of Yumingtang. The classic masterpiece of Linchuan literature refers to the collective name of the four dramas of the playwright Tang Xianzu, "The Peony Pavilion", "The Purple Hairpin", "The Handan Story" and "The Nanke Legend".

The four dreams of "Linchuan Four Dreams" interpret the complicated things in the world.

"The Story of Handan" shows that Handan Lu Sheng married a wife in a dream, won the champion, made meritorious contributions to the imperial court, was framed and exiled, returned to the court to be the prime minister again, enjoyed the glory and wealth, and woke up after death, only to know that it was a yellow dream, so he was awakened.

Huo Xiaoyu and scholar Li Yi in "The Story of the Purple Hairpin" tied the knot, were framed by Taiwei Lu, and the heroic yellow-shirted guest helped to finally solve the suspicion and eliminate the illusion of joy and sorrow of misunderstanding.

"The Peony Pavilion" depicts Du Liniang's infatuation with Liu Mengmei Yong, who died of love and injury due to dreams, fell in love with people and ghosts, came back to life, and finally married Liu Mengmei Yong.

"The Legend of Nan Ke" tells the story of the scholar Chun Yu Di who was a big Huai Anguo horse in a dream, Ren Nan Ke was too guarded, and the story of the glory and wealth waking up from a dream and converting to the Buddha.

Ever-changing is always love

Tang Xianzu once said when talking about his four dream creations:

"Because of love becomes a dream, because of a dream becomes a play".

In fact, "dream" is just a way to express the play.

And "love" is the ideal "dream" of the play

Tang Xianzu once said in the "Inscription of the Peony Pavilion": "I don't know what to do, and I go deep." The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who are born but cannot die, and those who die but cannot be resurrected, are not lovely. Whenever I wake up in a dream, and then walk into a new dream, I will always reminisce about the colorful dreams of immortals, Buddhas, or chivalry, or love, and the dreams in love, the love in the dreams, is even more heart-pounding.

Meng Yuanlao's "Tokyo Menghualu" said: "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the noble family decorates the pavilion, and the people compete to occupy the restaurant to play the moon"; and "the strings are heavy and boiling, and the residents near the interior are heard in the middle of the night, just like outside the clouds." Children in the room, even night wedding scenes, night markets in Khotan, as for the know. ”

This day has always been a lively and successful day of gathering.

But not every Mid-Autumn Festival can sit together as a family and meet friends. Sometimes we are in a foreign land, and it is inevitable to spend the festival alone, so isn't this Mid-Autumn Festival to feel sorry for ourselves?

How can I be happy at this time?

When we hear a tune, we think of the people we once shared it with.