Autumn leaves fly, like lonely dead leaf butterflies, dancing in an amorous arc. I picked up a vein, counting the vicissitudes of life that I couldn't see through, the years have passed, and now why is it sentimental, the lonely clouds wander aimlessly, I secretly wonder where they should go. frowned, the barren grass covered the ancient well and dry pond, and the smile of the past was gone, scattered in vain, a wisp of the past.

The morning light disturbed Mo Shang Xinsang, the wind swept up the flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor, and the thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyeing me, plain clothes and white clothes. The pen and your book are full of beauty, and the ink is still there. And now I call you, why don't you answer? Koi.

I still remember that the afternoon sun was just right, and the sparse streamer in the forest mottled out a lingering shadow, and the flowing water was murmuring, which was just the sound of the piano. I stroked the piano alone, my fingers flowing with beautiful rhythms. Mo on the flowers, flowers are not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, I can't help but indulge in this scene, the face is like a shock, the corners of the mouth are lightly, and the arc is extremely charming. Suddenly, the incongruous melody broke the peace I had created, and looking back, tears crept quietly under the slightly trembling eyelashes.

The gardenia is in full bloom, but the thorns are extremely frightened. I rolled up my clothes and brushed aside the tangled veins of the leaves, and a shallow depression came into view. The ravine was mixed with new mud, and a red carp jumped and struggled, its fins pierced by thorns, and the wisps of blood clouded my tears.

Desperately running to it, the fluttering ribbons had been torn into satin, and the wind that should have been gentle was now more and more manic, messing up the ends of my hair. Holding it gently with both hands, I couldn't help but be surprised that it was so warm.

Ignoring Aegean, I silently listened to its heartbeat, shielded it from the uneasy wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, and the inexplicable rhythm of my heart gradually quieted down.

The bamboo house is secluded, I use my hair bun to pick out the thorns, and put on the herbs I picked some time ago, I can't bear to see it alone and enter the ocean again, out of selfishness, I put it into the acre pond in front of the house. This koi is really beautiful, the leisurely arc is not pretentious, the mud stains on the scales are kissed off by the splash affectionately, the color is pure and not abrupt, unconsciously has been attracted, see it swimming in the lotus leaves, indulge a little, only then remembered my left piano, too late to freshen up, quickly ran back to the forest, saw the strings are safe, I put my mind at ease.

It's been a while, although my life is poor but peaceful, I sit on the ground in my spare nights, stroke the qin and invite the bright moon to wander and dance, watch koi play lotus, and chant untitled poems, leisurely and happy.

"The wind and the moon are amorous, and the moon is amorous." Staring at the beautiful full moon, I couldn't help but blurt out.

"The rhyme conveys the flavor, and the song gives birth to the rhyme."

The graceful voice lingered in my ears, and I was greeted by a young man I had never known, dressed in a demon-red robe, his long hair tied up in a bamboo bun, his porcelain-like skin was as delicate as a snow lotus, and there seemed to be a pool of spring water in his bright eyes, adding a breathtaking gaze to his cheeks that were like peach apricots. His posture is leisurely and elegant, in front of the outer court, under the hibiscus moon, there are thousands of enchanting.

I watched him silently for a long time, and then said, "Blow out a show, and remember it as a haze flowing this gully." ”

"Pick up the mountains and greens, and even form an ink painting pavilion."

"Well, I'm ashamed!" I smiled at him, but he just smiled and bowed slightly, making me breathe. I always thought he was familiar, but it was getting harder and harder to remember.

Since then, we have often chanted together, and the night is hazy like poetry, and we cherish the moon. I looked down at Fangtang and couldn't find the shadow of the koi.

The wind blows through the courtyard, and the weeds outline the ghostly demeanor.

"Rhombus has horns in the sky with the waves."

"The lotus pod comes out of the water from many hearts."

His smile was like a summer flower, bright as if he was about to recall spring. But why do I always feel that there is sadness in his eyes that cannot be grasped, since he never mentions it, then I am just suspicious.

"Looking at the end of the world, where the autumn wind discharges the shadow of geese."

"Cast the ink, and the moonlight in a window moves the soul."

The sound of the piano weaves a dreamlike beauty, if Penglai in the dream of longing day and night, the moonlight gently wraps him, sometimes I even wonder if it is a phantom, but I have repeatedly denied it, just because his words are so real.

"Koi copied, it was the bead curtain that was rolled up."

Looking back, I still can't find koi, and the loss in my heart lingers for a long time. Before the couplet came out, I raised my head, and he was clearly crying.

"Spark Tribulation, how can the moon shadow slant westward." Confused, I closed my eyes and felt what he had described, and when I opened them again, there was no one.

Thankfully, the koi are still around

。

Lying quietly on the bed, ignoring the restlessness of his heart, he muttered a song "Koi Copy" made for it.

"The sun is slightly cool, the strings are slightly cool, the wind is crazy, and the world is in a hurry; The breath is slightly cold, the heart is slightly cold, and the passing year is in a hurry, what does it matter if it is right or wrong. ”

The fire devoured the bamboo house with impunity, the screaming tongue of fire licked my hair, the burning pain of my skin made me despair, koi, koi, I cried out feebly, though I knew it was futile. On the verge of death, why bother to say anything back. But I clearly saw him stretching out his hand to me in the sea of fire, and I had no intention of guessing whether it was true or false, and the shadow in front of me became blurred, and I fell down unwillingly.

In the haze, I saw him being scorched by the flames, the red robe and the flames blending together, his eyebrows, eyes, and his expression were swallowed up little by little. In the rising heat, he closed his eyes and transformed into a koi.

Nope-

Koi——

You have been in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time, the sparks trace your face and burn out the time, don't leave me alone, alone, withered in the dream.

The memories are over, if it is late autumn, but koi, now I call you, why shouldn't you answer? The clogs shook lightly on the candle flame, all the silence and noise were depicted on the painting, your eyebrows, your expression, I have always remembered.

"The lights are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to paint vain, and it is difficult to solve melancholy; The dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool, the fantasy is blurred, and the overlapping sadness is overlapping. ”

It turns out that the farewell is because of deep attachment, you use reincarnation for the full moon next to my pillow, I would like the memory to stop on the day of acquaintance, with the flowers fading, the dust scattered, gradually, gradually stranded.

Koi, now, I mourn the years with this fragment of the sentence, and may the fireflies restrain my sorrow.

You see, it's a full moon night again, and tonight the stars are laughing with me.

"Koi copied, it was the bead curtain that was rolled up."

……

"Spark robbery, I only want to repay the old kindness with all my heart."

Koi?!

Autumn leaves fly, like lonely dead leaf butterflies, dancing in an amorous arc. I picked up a vein, counting the vicissitudes of life that I couldn't see through, the years have passed, and now why is it sentimental, the lonely clouds wander aimlessly, I secretly wonder where they should go. frowned, the barren grass covered the ancient well and dry pond, and the smile of the past was gone, scattered in vain, a wisp of the past.

The morning light disturbed Mo Shang Xinsang, the wind swept up the flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor, and the thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyeing me, plain clothes and white clothes. The pen and your book are full of beauty, and the ink is still there. And now I call you, why don't you answer? Koi.

I still remember that the afternoon sun was just right, and the sparse streamer in the forest mottled out a lingering shadow, and the flowing water was murmuring, which was just the sound of the piano. I stroked the piano alone, my fingers flowing with beautiful rhythms. Mo on the flowers, flowers are not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, I can't help but indulge in this scene, the face is like a shock, the corners of the mouth are lightly, and the arc is extremely charming. Suddenly, the incongruous melody broke the peace I had created, and looking back, tears crept quietly under the slightly trembling eyelashes.

The gardenia is in full bloom, but the thorns are extremely frightened. I rolled up my clothes and brushed aside the tangled veins of the leaves, and a shallow depression came into view. The ravine was mixed with new mud, and a red carp jumped and struggled, its fins pierced by thorns, and the wisps of blood clouded my tears.

Desperately running to it, the fluttering ribbons had been torn into satin, and the wind that should have been gentle was now more and more manic, messing up the ends of my hair. Holding it gently with both hands, I couldn't help but be surprised that it was so warm.

Ignoring Aegean, I silently listened to its heartbeat, shielded it from the uneasy wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, and the inexplicable rhythm of my heart gradually quieted down.

The bamboo house is secluded, I use my hair bun to pick out the thorns, and put on the herbs I picked some time ago, I can't bear to see it alone and enter the ocean again, out of selfishness, I put it into the acre pond in front of the house. This koi is really beautiful, the leisurely arc is not pretentious, the mud stains on the scales are kissed off by the splash affectionately, the color is pure and not abrupt, unconsciously has been attracted, see it swimming in the lotus leaves, indulge a little, only then remembered my left piano, too late to freshen up, quickly ran back to the forest, saw the strings are safe, I put my mind at ease.

It's been a while, although my life is poor but peaceful, I sit on the ground in my spare nights, stroke the qin and invite the bright moon to wander and dance, watch koi play lotus, and chant untitled poems, leisurely and happy.

"The wind and the moon are amorous, and the moon is amorous." Staring at the beautiful full moon, I couldn't help but blurt out.

"The rhyme conveys the flavor, and the song gives birth to the rhyme."

The graceful voice lingered in my ears, and I was greeted by a young man I had never known, dressed in a demon-red robe, his long hair tied up in a bamboo bun, his porcelain-like skin was as delicate as a snow lotus, and there seemed to be a pool of spring water in his bright eyes, adding a breathtaking gaze to his cheeks that were like peach apricots. His posture is leisurely and elegant, in front of the outer court, under the hibiscus moon, there are thousands of enchanting.

I watched him silently for a long time, and then said, "Blow out a show, and remember it as a haze flowing this gully." ”

"Pick up the mountains and greens, and even form an ink painting pavilion."

"Well, I'm ashamed!" I smiled at him, but he just smiled and bowed slightly, making me breathe. I always thought he was familiar, but it was getting harder and harder to remember.

Since then, we have often chanted together, and the night is hazy like poetry, and we cherish the moon. I looked down at Fangtang and couldn't find the shadow of the koi.

The wind blows through the courtyard, and the weeds outline the ghostly demeanor.

"Rhombus has horns in the sky with the waves."

"The lotus pod comes out of the water from many hearts."

His smile was like a summer flower, bright as if he was about to recall spring. But why do I always feel that there is sadness in his eyes that cannot be grasped, since he never mentions it, then I am just suspicious.

"Looking at the end of the world, where the autumn wind discharges the shadow of geese."

"Cast the ink, and the moonlight in a window moves the soul."

The sound of the piano weaves a dreamlike beauty, if Penglai in the dream of longing day and night, the moonlight gently wraps him, sometimes I even wonder if it is a phantom, but I have repeatedly denied it, just because his words are so real.

"Koi copied, it was the bead curtain that was rolled up."

Looking back, I still can't find koi, and the loss in my heart lingers for a long time. Before the couplet came out, I raised my head, and he was clearly crying.

"Spark Tribulation, how can the moon shadow slant westward." Confused, I closed my eyes and felt what he had described, and when I opened them again, there was no one.

Thankfully, the koi are still around.

Lying quietly on the bed, ignoring the restlessness of his heart, he muttered a song "Koi Copy" made for it.

"The sun is slightly cool, the strings are slightly cool, the wind is crazy, and the world is in a hurry; The breath is slightly cold, the heart is slightly cold, and the passing year is in a hurry, what does it matter if it is right or wrong. ”

The fire devoured the bamboo house with impunity, the screaming tongue of fire licked my hair, the burning pain of my skin made me despair, koi, koi, I cried out feebly, though I knew it was futile. On the verge of death, why bother to say anything back. But I clearly saw him stretching out his hand to me in the sea of fire, and I had no intention of guessing whether it was true or false, and the shadow in front of me became blurred, and I fell down unwillingly.

In the haze, I saw him being scorched by the flames, the red robe and the flames blending together, his eyebrows, eyes, and his expression were swallowed up little by little. In the rising heat, he closed his eyes and transformed into a koi.

Nope-

Koi——

You have been in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time, the sparks trace your face and burn out the time, don't leave me alone, alone, withered in the dream.

The memories are over, if it is late autumn, but koi, now I call you, why shouldn't you answer? The clogs shook lightly on the candle flame, all the silence and noise were depicted on the painting, your eyebrows, your expression, I have always remembered.

"The lights are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to paint vain, and it is difficult to solve melancholy; The dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool, the fantasy is blurred, and the overlapping sadness is overlapping. ”

It turns out that the farewell is because of deep attachment, you use reincarnation for the full moon next to my pillow, I would like the memory to stop on the day of acquaintance, with the flowers fading, the dust scattered, gradually, gradually stranded.

Koi, now, I mourn the years with this fragment of the sentence, and may the fireflies restrain my sorrow.

You see, it's a full moon night again, and tonight the stars are laughing with me.

"Koi copied, it was the bead curtain that was rolled up."

……

"Spark robbery, I only want to repay the old kindness with all my heart."

Koi?!

"The lights are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to paint vain, and it is difficult to solve melancholy; The dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool, the fantasy is blurred, and the overlapping sadness is overlapping. ”

It turns out that the farewell is because of deep attachment, you use reincarnation for the full moon next to my pillow, I would like the memory to stop on the day of acquaintance, with the flowers fading, the dust scattered, gradually, gradually stranded.

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