The still branches are light and the ink is green, and the green shade is clear.

A qiē is also insignificant at this time. The name is nothing, and profit is dust. Prosperous and dazzling, splendid into ashes.

The shadow of the bamboo, I don't know if it is reflected on the ground, in the spring, or in the moon? Is it an illusion, is it a dream? The filth of the world has made Luo Ling numb, and dreams and reality are like thousands of years apart. encountered this beautiful scenery, but there was no word, and the slightly cold breath had solidified her noble and mundane heart.

The faint moonlight, sprinkled from the sky, reflected Luo Ling's eyes. Only here did she understand what it meant to be clear and indifferent.

The mist rises from the spring, like a rhythm that lasts for a long time, more like the sublimation of the soul. The mist fills the bamboo forest, the moonlight is lightly shrouded, and a faint sadness ripples in the forest, revealing only a trace of mystery and grandeur.

The wind rises, the leaves fall. Fallen leaves float into the water and drift with the current.

When Luo Ling looked at a leaf in a daze, she heard the sound of water droplets, and looked up to see that it was raining. Everything in the world is sealed by the rain and dust, condensed in the rain and taken to another world.

With a "pop", water droplets fell. I don't know if it's today's rain or her tears.

Time, sometimes very unforgiving. But the real can't be more real. Now, even if there is no reluctance, it is necessary to embark on the journey home.

Leave quietly.

In the memory, there is only a bamboo shadow. A qiē dimmed in my heart. Only he, forever admired, remains in my heart, fascinates me, and fascinates me.

If there is really reincarnation and an afterlife, I would like to stay in the mountains for a piece of soil and listen to the sound of jasmine blossoms.

————— Luoling

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