The brick falls like snow, and the body is still full.

Li Yu is not a good emperor, but he is a good lyricist.

Fusu removed a falling cherry blossom that fell between the hair of Sangxia, but for some reason he remembered the word of the title.

Mei has arrogant bones, but it is not comparable to Sakura. But cherry blossoms have the blazing vigor of cherry blossoms, not like the cold and proud branches of plum blossoms.

One is lonely and arrogant, and the other is scorching. Two creatures that are diametrically opposed, but they also have something in common.

One doesn't care about it, everything is right and wrong, and the other is free to bloom regardless of the hustle and bustle of the years. One doesn't care, the other doesn't care, but it's also fun.

When cherry blossoms are first born, they are vigorous and enthusiastic in their ultimate appearance. The pink dotted with white petals is dyed to the bowels. I don't feel how vulnerable I am.

Although I am weak, I am willing to dedicate my life to a moment. This moment of bloom alone is enough to make all beings fall for me, stop and admire my beautiful figure.

My aroma is very light and light, but it will not go away for a long time, enough to reminisce for a lifetime! You see, even the deer in the forest stretches its long neck and closes its beautiful eyes to indulge in it!

Tourists, if you cherish me, please do not fear that your burning gaze will burn me. Get drunk and get drunk in my arms.

This is the best reward for my short life!

Tourists, we will have more opportunities to meet in the coming year. At that time, I will work harder, and try to show my more beautiful and beautiful body to dance for you.

Why are you so sad, Visitor? Is it because my dancing is not graceful enough, or is it my color that scratches your eyes?

Visitor, do you think of that wonderful person when you see my figure? You must miss her very much, oh, she must be a beautiful woman like me.

Otherwise, why would you be so worried, your gray hair is so pale, but you are still thinking about her when you were once proud!

Look at me, O visitor, look at me, and the man in your dreams will appear in front of you...

At dusk, the crowd of cherry blossom admirers gradually thins out.

Sang Xia seemed to hear the whisper of the cherry blossom spirit, and looked at the white-haired old man standing under a tall cherry tree not far away.

He tilted his head and rubbed his hand gently against the trunk of the tree, as if caressing his beloved. The ravine was covered with an old face, but his eyes were so bright.

For some reason, there was an unspeakable sadness in his heart, and Sang Xia didn't know what it was, but felt a strong wave of longing and reluctance coiling in his heart. Penetrating deep into every part of the soul, inch by inch of sadness spreads into consciousness.

Sakula... Sanxia heard the old man speak softly, but he didn't understand what he was talking about. Turning his head blankly, he looked at Fusu, "Sakula, what do you mean?"

The moment she turned her head, Fusu's heart tightened.

Why? Why is her face full of tears? She has always been as cold as a plum, but at this time her feelings are as fiery as a blooming cherry blossom!

Oh, it seems, that's the reason, and that's why he thought of Mei from Sakura.

Because of her uncharacteristic appearance, there was such a stark contrast, but he subconsciously captured it before he realized it.

"Cherry blossoms. Sakula means cherry blossom, their language. Explained, reaching out to wipe away her tears.

“sakula... sakula... It's beautiful..." repeated simple words in a sneering manner.

Evening is a good time for the wind to pick up, and a gentle breeze blows through the woods.

The first few cherry blossoms were inadvertently swept down, and they were not as grand as the cherry blossoms, and the lonely petals reluctantly fell.

The branches are hateful, and they are reluctant to give up, but they have no choice but to bid farewell to their short lives.

The old man's body was sprinkled with some pink, white and red, and he carefully picked it up, and then cherished it in his palm and held it in the palm of his hand.

The little wild cat was no longer wild, like a well-behaved deer, and quietly walked to the old man's side. Fusu is like a shadow, and he does not leave his side for a moment.

The old man looked at the two young men who walked in front of him, smiled politely, and carefully put the cherry blossom in his hand into his pocket. He held his hands in front of him again, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply.

The old face trembled slightly, and a transparent slipped down his cheeks.

"Sakula", Fusu didn't understand why Sanxia wanted to get close to the old man, but the old man opened his eyes and reached out to wipe the tears from his face, nodded in response to the young girl, "Sakula Ichiban Mei しいのは" (Cherry blossoms are the most beautiful).

Sang Xia didn't understand, and his eyes turned to Fusu for help. He smiled slightly, nodded politely to the old man, and translated the content to her. After she understood, her little face actually smiled brightly.

Just like she was at the beginning, well-behaved and stubborn, gentle and bright.

Maybe the person the old man misses in his heart is also like this. He looked at the girl intently, and Sakula's young and beautiful face came to mind.

His sakula, the love of his life, but the state wanted him to go to a distant land to mend the reservoir. It had been ten years, and by the time he returned to Tokyo, his Sakula had already fallen ill and died.

For the rest of his life, he lived in infinite pain. Remorse, guilt, reluctance, even though forty years have passed, he can't forget her beautiful face. No, even if he got to Huangquan, he couldn't forget it.

Sakula, are you waiting for me in Yellow Springs? Ichiro is coming to meet you. Sakula, Ichiro will never be separated from you again...

All the hatred in the world is different, but there is only one kind of love. That is, affection never changes.

Whether he is stupid or obsessed, in short, his life is about to come to an end.

This is the last time he will come to Yoyogi to see this cherry tree, and this is where he fell in love with her back then.

They buried the token under the cherry tree and vowed to love as passionately as the cherry blossoms. However, he forgot how short the life of the cherry blossoms is, and the vows are like the falling cherry blossoms in April.

It's just that when the cherry blossoms were still blooming again, she couldn't wait for him to come back. His sakula, I can't open those beautiful eyes and look at him again...

The best listener is to listen to people talk about the past and cry together.

Sang Xia had completely cried into a little tear, his face was red and his nose was red. When saying goodbye, the old man took out a cherry blossom from his pocket and put it in her palm, and after saying the last sentence, he turned around and slowly moved his rickety body away.

"What did he say last?" After waiting for Fusu's translation for a long time, Sang Xia couldn't help but ask.

looked at the back of the old man leaving in a daze, indescribably desolate and lonely.

What was it like to live for forty years? How did he endure these countless days and nights? And how did he resist the sharp pain in his heart?

Fusu took a deep breath, didn't turn his head to look at the people around him, and replied softly word by word: "Deep love needs to hold hands, don't wait for empty hands." ”

This is the most perfect interpretation of what the old man said, but Fusu himself did not realize how much affection he contained in this sentence.

Sang Xia watched the old man's figure disappear into the distance, and then looked down carefully at the small flower in his palm. It seems to be so fragile and as fine as broken snow, but it is so rich.

Counting, a total of six petals, more than 30 more tiny beige stamens poked out of the petals with small heads, like a very curious child quietly visiting this wonderful world.

"Love, deep love?" Sang Xia seemed to be repeating Fusu's words, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Can you really love someone for decades or even a lifetime?"

Fusu looked at her in silence and did not answer. He couldn't answer that question either.

Decades and hundreds of years are the lives of ordinary people, but for him, they are just a short stage in a long life.

And at this time, she is no longer the one who made him not know how to treat her. Her life... Maybe it's completely different from what he thinks and knows.

I heard her respond to herself: "His life has come to an end." After tonight, love and pain are meaningless. ”

She has always been cold.

Except for a brief period of indulging in the game, he showed a manic and passionate desire to win.

It's indifferent to everyone. The ego is isolated from the crowd.

Fusu thought that she should be such a cold and indifferent person, but at this time she had other ideas.

She suddenly broke the safe zone between the two, and she was as happy as she had been before, and she smiled so brightly and bustlingly. At this time, the tone of this sentence was full of regret and a deep meaning that bordered on compassion.

She only has some superficial understanding of life and death. She has not yet understood the meaning and meaning of life. And this sentence seems to express her concept of life and death.

What joy is there in life if it is painful? Death is not a kind of relief.

At least, the old man's face was extremely calm and even anticipatory when he said that he was about to die. He hoped to meet his dream sweetheart when he set foot on Huangquan Road, and he said that he would never be separated from her again.

The world is still Huangquan, as long as you can accompany you, why care where you are and in what form?!

Roughly so. It's just that Fusu was shocked that there was no indifference in her tone, but a strong compassion.

It's a strange feeling, because there is a kind of relief and peace that is almost divine in this kind of compassion.

Love and pain, she said, are no longer meaningful.

At first glance, it should be extremely indifferent. But when she spoke, it was so extensive. It is as if the gods have shed the universal light that dissolves everything, and eliminates all the pain of love and entanglement.

It seemed that in the next moment, she would disappear in front of his eyes like a god, and go to the sky to become the existence of all beings in Puze.

Shake your head vigorously and let the abrupt thought disappear from your mind.

He gave her a nice smile and patted her on the shoulder, "Do you want to go and eat something?" people of this ethnic group are almost strict about food, and there are quite a few good restaurants around. ”

Except for the fruit of the Bufeng Bird and some dry food that he brought with him, he hardly ate a decent meal during the desert walk.

Sang Xia looked up and nodded vigorously. Heh, the gods don't crave food, or at least that proves she's a living person. A food-addicted person.

There is no choice to flash to the noisy bazaar, and one time is enough.

That's because the little wild cat was already impatient to wait with its teeth and claws at that time, and had no choice but to do it.

If you can keep a low profile, you can keep a low profile, and the two of them walked in the park.

Sanxia's pace is getting faster and faster, and from time to time he admires the cherry blossoms and looks at the surrounding scenery and ancient buildings.

Yoyogi Park's most famous shrine, Meiji Jingu, is lit up at night as you pass by, and many visitors still walk through it.

Sang Xia looked at the young men and women who were solemnly clasping their hands together and clenching their fists in front of their chests with a little curiosity, not knowing what they were doing.

Fusu didn't have much interest in this, and roughly explained that this was a religious belief in a place called Shinto. It's similar to the believers you see kneeling on the ground chanting the hymn in the desert city, and it is a kind of spiritual sustenance for a better future for mankind.

At a deeper level, such as the ruler's use of faith as a means of dominating the people, Fusu had no intention of saying more. And, even if she did, it was still a question of whether she could understand it.

I've been to Tokyo countless times, watching this tiny island nation grow into what it is today.

But he never had the heart to explore. Perhaps, in his bones, he just likes this nation's interpretation of extreme beauty, but he is very disgusted with some people, things and methods in this country.

Hehe, people of ants, even if they reach the throne?

Fusu admires the spirit of human inquiry, but he does not recognize the majority of the ruling class's perception of its own place.

Becoming a king or losing a coward is just taking a head to pile up his own self-worth and bury the desires of careerists. Why do you call yourself a shrine? As a big country in China, I have always only revered the gods, but I have never regarded myself so highly and called the place I built a shrine.

Ridiculously arrogant. It is true that wishes are always good, but there are still a few who dare to call themselves like this. Seeking the heart of the Buddha and asking questions, most ordinary lives are somewhat of a little.

Although there are fewer and fewer truly devout believers, temporary clinging is not uncommon. Consciously or unconsciously, the mentality of the general public still has a sense of hope and trust to God.

"Hehe..."Sangxia smiled, his expression was very strange.

It was difficult for her to understand this so-called piety in the ancient city of Makarash, but it is normal for the people to be a little ignorant in remote places.

But it's a bustling city, full of towering buildings, and human civilization can be seen. How is it that there are so many equally ignorant people in such a developed modern city?

No, they are not ignorant.

People always have illusions about the future and about beautiful things.

It's not like they're just praying and not doing business, they're going to work, they're going to work, they're going to work.

It's just that I have time to find a sustenance for my spirit.

Regarding Fusu's statement, Sang Xia shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. Returned to a cold look about my.

Finally, after passing through the huge park, I came to Shibuya, a real prosperous place.

As far as the eye can see, there is a crowded and crowded city!