In the blink of an eye, the long years of the year have been like the sand in the hand, silently lost.

However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another handful; The flowers are withering, and they can wait until the next spring to bloom again; Childhood passes, but you can never go back.

In the wing, the young man was dressed in white, his eyes were extremely beautiful with an indissolvable coldness, and his beautiful face was not a trace of femininity, so handsome that it was suffocating.

He picked up the teacup and pursed his lips elegantly: "Say."

"There are three forces in the court, one is dominated by the emperor, one is dominated by the queen mother, and the other is Chengfu! According to the investigation of his subordinates, the emperor's faction is the most suspicious! The other two factions didn't have much movement at that time! ”

"Hmm."

Mo Yan replied casually, his indifferent tone made the shadow break out in a cold sweat, since he died a year ago, the master has become even more indifferent than before, and he has become even more oppressive in front of him!

A month ago, they came to Dongfeng Kingdom to investigate the truth of the year, and a few days ago, the two sons of Yebai didn't know where to play, leaving him as a poor person to resist the shivering chill of their master.

It is also famous...... Know the terrain and make it easier to do things in the future! It hurts his toothache!

"What else?"

"Well, I'll be ready for the New Year in February! The master doesn't plan to come back to see the old prince? ”

Mo Yan said lightly: "No! That old man can't die. ”

But it's your grandfather!

The corners of the shadow's mouth twitched, as if he could think of the old prince scolding when he heard the news, anyway, he couldn't care about these things, so he watched the play silently.

"That's right! The only princess of Ximu Kingdom seems to be living in the palace now! ”

"Well, let's go down!"

"Yes."

……

The scenery of Ximu Country is different from that of Nanye Kingdom, with beautiful and winding mountains, winding and circling, like a sleeping dragon. Overlooking the foot, the white clouds are filled, the peaks are surrounded by clouds, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the top of the mountain pokes out of the clouds and mist, like a lotus out of the water.

In the distance, the peaceful camel mountain lies quietly among the green trees and smoke; The deep Elephant Trunk Mountain in the south is still drinking the water of the Li River in the rain; The old man in the west has a full beard, and his turban is dancing with the rain; And the nearby Fubo Mountain, Zhengyu stands on the shore of the Li River with clear water, like a fairy with a light veil, it is so magical, beautiful and charming.

The water is so smart and beautiful, it makes people fascinated and reverie; The water is so majestic and full of infinite passion. Sometimes people say that tenderness is like water, and sometimes it is said that it roars and rushes, and this is the personality of water. The magnificence of the waterfall, the turbulence of the waves, the tinkling of the springs, and the murmuring of the river are all eternal day and night.

If she comes here, she'll love it! Of course she is Bing Ling'er in Mo Yan's mouth! I don't know why, since she jumped off the cliff a year ago, Mo Yan has often dreamed of her, and the look she showed when she jumped off the cliff made his heart shake violently, and he was instantly surprised from the dream!

Another time, he had a very strange dream! He dreamed that the wheelchair boy at the beginning was smiling at him, still under the peach blossom tree, he was getting farther and farther away from him, farther and farther away, making his heart ache suddenly!

Feelings, what a warm word. Its advent makes people get along with each other and increases a lot of distance. Feelings, what a muddy word. It tends to be remembered for itself. And the person who owns it is lost. Affection. With your cloak of hypocrisy, you have blinded the human instinct for rational analysis of the state of affairs, and thus retreated into the abyss step by step.

Feelings, ethereal things. Whoever is serious, will hurt the most.

When it comes to Ximuguo, you must go to the grassland to play, because there is ...... The most beautiful place in the whole country!

The wind of the grassland has a different charm in each different season, the end of July is the most beautiful season of the grassland, and it is also the most refreshing, it is not as harsh as the wind in winter, and it is not as dry as the wind in autumn; Its beauty lies in the fact that it blows all things green, blows open wild flowers, and the deep grass is so graceful and full of charm from the breeze; It is gentle, it swims through the deep lake, setting off bursts of microwaves, flashing silver light in the sunlight, blue water imprints the blue sky, blue sky is lined with blue water, the kind of picture of the sky and the tail water is like swimming in the heavenly mirror, free and unrestrained......

If it is spring, there will be butterflies flying from afar, dancing and landing on countless small flowers, sucking sweet pollen; The fluffy dandelions flew up and scattered the seeds they carried into the distance; There are crickets hiding in the grass and singing loudly, singing the beauty of the grassland, praising the vastness of the grassland, and spreading far and wide...... In the blue sky, the birds that were originally going to rush by, flying slowly, probably want to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the grassland along the way!

But now it is winter, and when the little snowflakes fall on the ground slowly, it seems to cover the earth with a blanket; fell on the house and wanted to clothe the house with a cotton coat; When it landed on a tree, it wanted to clothe the tree in silver; It falls on the car like layers of white cream. It's a refreshing and intoxicating scene! The surrounding white expanse, covered in silver, is really beautiful!

Mo Yan praised that the snowflakes flying in the sky, like feathers and jade shavings, were gently sprinkled, they danced in the sky, as light as smoke, as light as catkins, they were so pure, so pure and crystal clear; They're so light, so light that they're silent. Each snowflake is like a melodious and fresh music, like a light and harmonious poem.

The winter snow counts nine cold days, and the ice is frozen for thousands of miles. The whole world became a big refrigerator, the mountains shivered with cold, the river froze stiff, and the air seemed to freeze.

Mo Yan walked quietly on this vast grassland, and the snowflakes accompanied him like an elf, making him no longer lonely.

"Yeqiao Gumei is alone in the corner of the cold house, and the shadow is sparse and dark, and the book window is knocked...... ”

！！！

Time seems to stand still!

Mo Yan shook suddenly, and he now wondered if he was deaf!

The voice...... It's so familiar!

The girl's voice is tactful and melodious, like water like a song, clear and beautiful, whispering softly, crisp and bright, like a dream, rigid and soft, such as an empty valley orchid, soft and soft, sweet as soaked in honey, making people feel comfortable and relaxed! That's not the point, it's the sound – it's so carefree!

Mo Yan was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the person had gone away!

A thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft woolen blanket, covered the vast desert wasteland, shining with a cold silver light, covering Mo Yan's shock!

He looked slowly at the other end of the voice, and there was a back figure in the distance! Although hundreds of miles away, Mo Yan saw the wheelchair pushed in front of her, vaguely a young girl.

The cold wind blew like a knife, and the snow flew all over the sky, and the wind blew, although it was a slight wind, but the wind seemed to gather all the cold of winter together.

It blew the corners of the girl's clothes in the wheelchair, and Mo Yan clearly saw that it was a green ...... full of life

The earth exudes an alluring fragrance, one that is more than a hundred birds singing! The bag makes people intoxicated than the autumn rain, and it can make people penetrate the heart, which is a noun of beauty, and it is an intoxicating narcotic winter! It is a noun for the withering of all things, but it is also a messenger bird before all things wake up! That's – snow. Pieces of snow fall overhead, and you will feel a burst of relaxation, as if every nerve is jumping happily......

The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, and it leaked into a faint round and gently swaying halo on him.

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and the heavens and the earth are so one that only a patch of silver can be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world, the jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, the bright color, it is really a gratifying scene of the snow harvest year. Winter is the ring of the mind. Winter, although very cold, has an incomparable warmth and hope.

Mo Yan felt that no matter how beautiful Xue'er was, it was not as good as the blue he saw just now!

He shook his head with a wry smile, it wasn't her! If she was really alive, she wouldn't be in a wheelchair, and it wasn't her who was by her side!

In winter, heavy snow falls. People seem to have come to a quiet and elegant realm, to a crystal clear fairytale-like world. The fragrance of pine and the icy fragrance of snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even his heart is purifying, becoming pure and beautiful.

Are you really alive?

When remembering the so-called happy things, it is always your eyes that smile shallowly, and then wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes. Looking at the street in the distance, you can still see the transparent umbrella.

Worry-free, you like the rain, but you just want to wash away your tormented gray heart, don't you?

The dazzling enchantment of the beautiful fireworks that turn into butterflies becomes eternal at the moment of beautiful blooming. Because of this, people always remember these beauties, remember regrets, remember the brilliant past and life! Just like a flower, just like love!

Countless sorrows began to spread.

The night is either illusory or real. Beautiful or white. Yet I hid in the dark. Watch these words appear in people's eyes. I don't know how to explain my attitude towards words. I always try to hold back those fleeting feelings. Not for anything else.

Only for the time of old age. There are some memories to read. It's like falling dust. Even if it's silent. There are also traces of its own fall of freedom. Words are a game of weakness and confession in life. Don't be overly attached. And in the billowing red dust. I can't put aside love and hate. can't be indifferent to life and death. I couldn't calm my impetuous heart completely. Sticking to a sense of indifference and loyalty, I am just a passer-by in the red dust. And not the watchmen...

When it was almost dark, the weather was extremely cold, and in the white moonlight, the sand dunes looked like a tomb made of silver, and there was no movement. He stood proudly in the cold north wind, and there was not a trace of freezing in his hands and feet.