Why don't you stay in bed today?

Yawning one after another, Liu Sanbian turned over and sat up, put on his clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned his somewhat sore neck a few times, stretched out his arms, and looked out through the window screen, as if the weather was good and the mood was good.

Well, anyway, the spirit is not good, get up and get out of bed to breathe in the fresh air, get rid of the troubles of tossing and turning last night, and get rid of the dilemma of not being able to sleep, there is nothing wrong with it!

He shook his not very sober head, trying to get rid of the shallow outline that was like a nightmare around him, he begged, why bother with the ghost, the poisonous snake that haunts me, I have no intention of reading, like a child who can't read big words, can't carry out the activities of his dreams normally, even eat has to endure the torment of unpleasant food, and it is difficult to sleep even when he sleeps, if it goes on like this, how can I get it, my spirit will also be crossed, and my whole person will collapse!

It's strange that I can't get out of this unclear outline. Perhaps it is precisely because of its ambiguity that it is more torturous, more distracting, and more unwanted.

The goose-egg-shaped pink face, the naturally smooth skin, the beautiful and talking eyes, the tall and straight nose feathers, and the smiling lips are the perfect picture and the ideal combination that has been longed for for a long time.

The next dream revolves around this outline, who is she, where is she, is she a devotee, is she a lover, is she willing to be with each other day and night, stay together, and grow old together?

Liu Sanbian moved to the side of the bed, got dressed, saw "Mencius" on the desk, and opened it casually, what's wrong? Looking at it on weekdays, Old Master Meng, who doesn't seem to be smiling, is standing in front of him, explaining the profound truth wonderfully. You can fully feel the breadth and profundity of the old man's knowledge, you can fully feel his careful teaching, you can fully feel his pride and ambition to take the world as his own responsibility, and you can fully understand the social significance and practical driving force of these profound theories, but what is happening in front of you, how can this be?

He shook his head vigorously, and the lines of words in front of him jumped, like those colorful curtains blown by the wind in the fence tiles, beating words one by one. Like a thunderstorm that shook the heart, making people feel that they had to flee for their lives, Old Master Meng had a gloomy face, staring at his lantern-like eyes, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and he kept pouting and scolding, giving people an intolerable sense of hideous horror.

Liu Sanbian blinked, closed his eyes again, and then opened his eyes to read between the lines. It was getting worse, vague, messy, and he let go of his hand like an electric shock. He sat down in a wooden chair next to his desk.

Oops, the head is so heavy! He was half-reclining in his chair with his eyes closed, the damn silhouettes always dangling, and he asked in a deep voice from within. Who are you, who are your last names, and your hazy smiling face is so beautiful. Why is it always floating, he slowly sat up, leaned back in the chair, gently stroked with his hand, stroked, hey, it is still very delicate, gentle like water, not to be played.

He stood up, pulled up the cuff of his right hand, lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, adjusted the nib, and wanted to describe the scene in front of him and his inner feelings, but he didn't know where to start, how to conceive as a whole, how to choose words into sentences, how to pursue artistic characteristics, how to give it artistic characteristics, and how to realize its artistic value.

He reluctantly put down his pen, tapped lightly on the rice paper, waved his hand, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the light was so strong that he had to squint. After a while, I opened my eyes and looked outside, and my irritable mood seemed to calm down a little, well, pastime, don't let this good time down!

By the way, it is a good time for outings, and there must be a lot of people who cherish it, maybe ...... Liu Sanbian made up his mind and walked away.

As far as the eye can see, the green trees stretch out, the eyes are full of green, and all kinds of flowers decorate the green shade and swagger on the branches. He wandered aimlessly among the green trees, listening to the chirping of birds, admiring the brightness of ornamental flowers, envying the butterflies that fluttered and showing their flower clothes, and envying the bees that were busy and engaged in meaningful work. He admired it, greedily breathed in the refreshing fragrance, his mood was much more relaxed, the person was much more awake, and his spirit was much more restored.

Come to a big peach tree, raise your hand to pull down a side branch full of flowers, smell the fragrance of peach blossoms closely, appreciate the beauty of the flowers closely, and use the other hand, cherishingly and the peach blossoms dancing bee butterflies to play, they are also showing their ingenuity, maybe for the beauty of the peach blossoms and the old songs are sung, maybe for the peach blossoms to present a new hymn.

These bee butterflies, these angels of beauty, they may not have looked in the mirror, maybe they have not had time to appreciate themselves when they fly over the pond and over the stream, in fact, they are also a kind of landscape, a kind of beauty, they are not only the beauty of the background, they are also the protagonists of beauty, the spirit of beauty.

Liu Sanbian suddenly became excited, evoking countless ripples in his heart.

It shouldn't be a dream!

He unconsciously quickened his pace, it was really strange, illusory, unique, and the vague residual dream suddenly became clear, yes, it was her, it must be!

He shook his head desperately, until he heard the sound of the bone joints, ah, this is not a dream, maybe it is a dream come true, the so-called sincerity, the gold and stone are open!

He admired the slender figure under the peach tree, admired the well-proportioned physique, admired the graceful steps, and the graceful posture brought by the twisting, a light yellow shirt with the decoration of a delicate large lotus flower, and under the lotus there was a refreshing dew lotus, he shouted in his heart: "My God, who is the scenery, who is the foil, who is the master of beauty?" ”

Liu Sanchang's heart was pounding, he pinched his wrist, ouch, this is not sleepwalking, not an illusion, but an immersive reality beauty. The most shocking thing is that it is not a scenic spot, but a beautiful promenade.

He couldn't take care of it, and hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand: "Xiaosheng is polite!" ”

The group of gorgeously dressed beautiful backs turned their heads in response, and one of the most charming beauties said with a smile: "Little hairy boy, why are you so well-behaved with honey on your mouth!" ”

"Could it be that he is young and precocious, and his spring heart is rippling?" A young beauty waved a handkerchief at Liu Sanbian and said amusedly.

"It's not just that, it's just a spring heart!" Which beauty next to the amusing beauty smiled with her hand, and walked towards Liu Sanchang, "People are small and big, young people are flowery, beautiful to you, sweet to you!" ”

Although Liu Sanbian is also a frequent visitor to Fengyue Field, he has never been surrounded by beautiful women, and the experience of being wrapped in the fragrance of flowers is so frightened that he pulls out his legs and breaks through, and his face is on fire. (To be continued......)