Xiang Ye put his hair down again, put the agate string into his pocket, separated his five fingers as a comb, and scraped the long hair that he twisted up and down.

She wrapped her hands around her back, held her hair into a handful, and then let go neatly and shook it off, gently hitting her back, and the green silk was scattered in a concentrated manner, and that's it.

Tidying up her mood, she walked into this dream-haunting painting.

Many of the flowers and trees I have seen before are either short and stocky, or sparse and tortuous, but here they are different.

The outermost trees, thin and tall, with clouds on their pillows, pointing to the sun, if the wind pities them, how can they come in a burst and blow in a panic, and if the wind does not pity them, how can they grow so many and beautiful, and not a single tree falls.

The leaves of the orchid are not luxuriant, unlike the rhododendrons and wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, a large cluster of flowers blooms, but three or two pop up at the branches, and the branches are full of flowers one by one, next to each other, intimate and not crowded, and a tree flourishes high and high. The wind here is very fragrant, it is not strong, it is not light, it just reminds me of the soft silk satin, the smock of the dress, the touch of the face when it is skimmed.

After playing with my eyes closed for a while, I walked forward again.

After walking for a while, I found that the tree was getting shorter and shorter. Gan slowly became a little slimmer, although his waist still did not attract the love of King Chu, but because of his shortness, he was much closer to me. The leaves of the orchid slowly moved closer to me, from not being able to touch it, to jumping up and touching a little outer edge. The color of the flowers seems to have changed, and it is a little more pink.

Although there are many flowers in the forest, but when I get closer, I find that it will be ashamed, obviously the flowers bloom like Jin Xie's poem "fat", but it is not the appearance of full bloom, but a whole large flower bud, one by one petals are wrapped inside, you can see two bright yellow stamens. If there really is a divine bird in the world, it should be its feet.

They opened so shyly, bending branch by branch, leading tree by tree, that I did not drink the flower wine, but I felt drunk.

Along the way, many trees were littered with small clay jars, covered with dark purple pressed wine cloths, and bottles were pasted with unnamed paper.

I went to the tree where the branches were the strangest, picked up a jar, tore it open, pinched my sleeve, wiped the mouth of the thick ash, and tasted it slowly. You know, my body has been bad since then, and I can't drink, but there, I can't help it.

The more I looked at the flowers, the more beautiful they became, and after drinking the first jar, I immediately understood why Lu Tanwei could sleep in that for three months. Heaven and earth are the seats, flowers are the companions, the wind composes the music, the fragrance is the eye, why not forget the many troubles in the world.

But the flower forest is really strange, the more you go inside, the shorter the trees, and there is no deliberately paved road, all by yourself in the flowers and flowers at will. In order not to get lost, I kept walking south, but the trees were getting shorter and shorter.

At that time, I thought that I was afraid that I had borrowed the terrain to plant trees along the downhill road, but when I came out, I realized that I was stupid at that time. Obviously, I've been climbing the mountain, how can the flower slowly descend from the sky to the top of my head.

A little further in, and the tree became a small tree, much shorter, and no matter how strong it was, it would not bluff people. Clusters of flowers squeezed my head, and some had to lower it a little to let it.

Walk in and see, the flowers are much brighter than at the beginning, each petal has a thin purple line, the line separates the petals evenly, the most central is the thickest purple, the rest is the head and tail color is the most beautiful, from the edge to the inside, gradually purple, crossed to the center, it becomes a large piece of pale white pink.

From where they bloom, they are bold and enthusiastic, and each petal is full and placed around the "bird" in the center.

The petals in the center are not round, and two small openings are missing at the waist, probably because they are not petals, but the wings of a bird. The wings wrapped the purple pink head, the white face, the dark eyes, the pale pink body, and the tender yellow little feet, as if they were about to flutter their wings and fly in the next moment.

The petals fell to the ground, and then floated onto my face, on my skirt, and from between my fingers. My hair was full of its fragrance, and my wine jar was filled with its figure, and I thought that this was the world in my dreams, the heaven on earth.

I drank the second jar of wine in two sips and threw it on the ground, and it seemed to be wrapped in mud and rolled twice, but I didn't care at all.

You know, I'm not drunk, it's just that when I'm alone, I like to talk more, because no one disturbs, no need to scruples, that's the easiest and most comfortable.

I found a tree with slanted branches and lush flowers, stood behind it, hugged the branch with the whole person, leaned on it with all its weight, it was weighed down by me, for the first time in my life, I pillowed flowers, leaned on the branches, rubbed its flowers repeatedly with my face, like a young child, and it was coquettish and talked again and again.

After playing for a while, the sun was hot, so I got up from the tree and found a slightly taller one to hide from the sun.

I think it was because I was too much of a move before that I attracted "him" over.

I leaned my head against the trunk of the tree for a moment, then came back to my senses, and when I turned my head, I saw "him" standing under the tree opposite.

Between heaven and earth, it is so quiet that it is not like words.

The sparkling and sprinkled flowers consciously landed on the ground, the mud under their feet was sticky, the wind no longer jumped up, occupying the platform and tossing its wide sleeves, the leaves shook lightly, no wine soaked into the soil again, the scorching light of the sun suddenly became invisible, and no longer heard the breath of any living beings.

The Xiang Ye in Jian Yunzhen's eyes became a little clear as she slowly opened her eyes.

Green cloth, green skirt, green yarn, green edge, green bracelet, green jin. Between shallow and deep, thick and light sticky. The wide cuffs hang loosely, hiding her fingertips, and the other is lazily piled up, in the middle of her arms, the soft cloth strips wrap around her softness, the light and beautiful jin wrap around her lightness, the fluffy yarn gently swaying the body, the plain cloth hands forward a wave, the mud shoes, darkens the faint powder on both sides, lining the white, the white is a layer of orange freshness, encountering the black face of the same clan, handing over most of the temper, protecting a little bit of beauty in the arms. The pearls on the tip of the shoes are the purest, and they don't like to live with people on weekdays, and when the disaster comes, they don't have to bear a little for them, and they are alone on their backs, from dark to dark.

The eyes of the neck leaf are the crescent moon lying flat and the sweet lychee. The crescent moon is slightly round with the clouds, and the lychee is cool and warm with the water. Her eyebrows are pretty, and her cheeks are delicate. The nose is the most beautiful mountain, and when the wind blows from the corner of the mouth, the lake on both cheeks is controlled, and it cannot be seen, but can only be judged by the wind. Her forehead is round and smooth jade, her chin has a thin shadow of the mouth socket, her lips are the most carefree, the peak is free, the circle is appointed, when she is not smiling, she is like the eyes of the crescent moon, and when she is clean, the honey sews the lake water that retreats her cheeks.

She should be a girl raised by the mountains and rivers of Zhizhou, with her eyes open and closed, she is beautiful, her clothes are like clear water shining on the green mountains, and her air is clear of the ancient ship bend.

Where to find the flowers, what night to sigh the flowers, who is drunk with flowers, the breeze accompanies her, she smiles freely.

When Xiang Ye opened his eyes, Jian Yunqi stood alone under the tree. The first time I saw it should be "Sanjianglang", the scholar was young and ink.

The white-faced and black-skinned clothes are like people waving wantonly on paper cut with a knife. The light and shadow are cracked, and they melt again, the nib is heavy, and it is faint, not following the rules, not seeing the pattern, not touching the texture, and the rest is hidden. The coat is draped with a single twist on a button, faint green, and there are yellow dandelions flying in the eyes. The shoes were a heavy blue, also turned over with mud, unsewn and unpressed. The whole body is pure.

Xiang Ye thought that he should be an ink painting without color in ancient times, the landscape is lightless, the atmosphere is long, simple and unadorned, and the fragrance is not allowed. Or the stones in the spring canyon stream, which are smooth and quiet, and bear heavy responsibilities.

The eyes are as big as the moon that has been bitten by the wind at night, and the black clouds are in the middle, gathering a little thicker, and the clouds are implying rain, although they are heavy, but not stupid, the water is bright, and the waves of emotions are undulating. The eyebrows are thickly raised, the nose and mouth are the most compatible, and the lips are together. There is a small mole on the side of the nose that is slanted down a little bit on the left eye, which adds the air of Lin Xiu in the morning light to the face that is not snow-white.

The silence of the undead suddenly has a spirit at this moment.

Jian Yunzhen stood under the tree, shaped like a stream stone, and the sound was like a stream stone, and he spoke softly and steadily, and asked Xiang Ye who was leaning on the tree opposite: "Have you ever raised birds?" ”

Xiang Ye lowered his eyes and smiled, stood up straight, dodged the crack of the leaves, leaked, a small piece of light, the whole person fell into the shadow of the tree, raised his eyes to look at him, and replied softly: "I am not greedy for a cup, but I am lost, now the sun is big, can you take me out?" ”