The gallery is full of dust, and the disciples of Zhongshan burn incense quietly. - Wen Tingyun

The moon is like frost, a little sad. Looking up at the sky, a round of bright moon, counting the white figure of the galaxy and pearl sand stood on the rooftop, and whispered, "When is the bright moon?" ”

His right wide sleeve is like an immortal, the autumn breeze is slightly cool, and the clothes fluttering, and the dancing maple leaves can hardly hide the melancholy between his eyebrows......

After a long time, the young man jumped into the sky and the clouds, his clothes fluttered, like a big peng soaring, leaving only "This building is a hundred feet high, stretch out your hand to pick up the stars!"

The madness cleans away the depression and hesitation of this autumn wind......

The young man laughed wildly while going up: I want to go back by the wind! I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable and cold?!

In the silent autumn night, the clear but wild voice accompanied the figure of the young man drifted over the mottled high wall, and I don't know how to disturb the dream of a few people, and frowned on whose autumn eyebrows were difficult to put down......

The young man who jumped out of the high wall looked at the neon in his eyes and went crazy again, stretched out his hand to pick up the silver bangs in front of him, and the young man smiled, and stepped into the white alley glowing with moonlight.

There seemed to be an ethereal singing voice in the distance, and the young man, who didn't know where to go, followed the song into a courtyard wall with a hidden door.

The uninvited person seemed to disturb the master, and the figure sitting next to the piano was about to ask questions, but he saw the person in front of him,

took out a turquoise flute and put it at the corner of his mouth, and after a little silence, it slowly blew, the sound of the flute was crisp and melodious, accompanied by the young man's fingers that kept flicking through the empty door,

It overflowed the high wall that had just been built in the master's heart......

The master listened attentively for a long time, stretched out his slender hands, and stagnated on the strings for a long time before gently twisting slowly,

played a sad song "hesitation".

When the moon is in the sky, the quiet court in the downtown area, the piano and flute are singing, without saying a word, two Hongchen passers-by who have never met each other, comforting each other in this silent autumn night, complaining about their sorrows.

A tall building in the distance is observing the graceful figure of the visitor through the sight,

Listening to the harmonious flute and chime, I finally let go of the tight index finger that was ready to be pulled at any time......

The master withdrew the slender hands on the strings and shrunk them into the wide sleeves.

Listening to the soothing sound of the young man's flute, the melodious flute seems to tell a story,

In the story, there seems to be a young man who seems to be like a fairy, and a girl whose face is not clear can not be seen, and the two have walked through many magnificent scenery together and enjoyed the splendid rivers and mountains together.

The girl's red dress is like fire, and the young man's white robe is like snow. But the figures of the two eventually dissipated into the chaotic and noisy sound of the flute.

Vaguely recognizable, the girl has a bow, and the young man has a spark between his eyebrows......

Leaning on the door, the bewildered boy woke up from the courtyard.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him suspiciously, he fixed his eyes on the figure beside the piano,

He bowed slightly, smiled apologetically, and then turned and pushed the door away. Until the young man left, neither the host nor the guest spoke out, but they both gained a lot, which can be described as "meeting a confidant and playing a chapter of flowing water"......

Looking at the young man's distant back, the master shook his head with emotion and said: Hongchen, Hongchen, how many people know that it is just vain not to be stained with red dust?

The graceful figure holding the gun in the high-rise building scattered the gun into various accessories and loaded it into a backpack.

In a slight flash, the figure disappeared......

Lost and returned, they are all lucky, after all, there is still a way to go, where is our road?

There is only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the autumn wind is silent......

The young man who had stopped in front of the alley for a long time turned around and saw a plaque in front of the door "Landscape Gallery", and the young man smiled easily and strode away.

Only the sound of the remaining echo in the alley, drifting farther and farther, the weaker and weaker the ten acres of moss, a few mangroves over the frost......

The departed boy seems to have lost all his baggage,

Or hide all the sorrow in the bottom of your heart,

Through the taste of the passing year, the memory is brewed into a pot of sake, waiting for the next day to invite friends and get drunk......

Walking through the mottled streets shrouded in silent night, the young man stopped at dusk, but the young man shouted behind him half helplessly, half in surprise: Come out, I see you!

The only thing that responded to him was the withered yellow leaves that floated in front of him......

Well, the boy looked at the empty street and scratched his head in embarrassment,

After sighing, he turned around helplessly and continued to walk, on the street lamp behind the young man,

A petite figure faintly appeared, looking at his distant back, covering his mouth and chuckling......