Happy Children's Day, what is Children's Day? Xiaobing definition: "to commemorate the growth of children, to give us who have lost childhood a day of nostalgia for childhood." "On this very meaningful day, after the philosophical literature and art of the previous chapter, today Xiaobing will have some warm little literature and art, and ask for a collection and recommendation by the way.

When the breeze comes, the white flowers are scattered, and the slightest trace of withering is scattered and flying.

Outside the fence, Lin Yu never entered the hospital, and there were some things he didn't want to touch, because touching them was full of tears and scars all over his body. Lin Ruoxi's beautiful eyes looked at Lin Yu's face with burning eyes, and there was a little resentment in her eyebrows, because Lin Yu was too calm, and calm was a refusal.

"It's my gaffe, now you and I are hostile to both sides, and some of the previous things can't go back. Lin Ruoxi retracted her softness and pity for a moment, and returned to her coldness and nobility.

Lin Yu's eyes moved, and he muttered to himself: "The magnolia that we planted together that year has now bloomed, this flower is white and pure, as clean and immaculate as glass, symbolizing the pure whiteness and immaculate of the world." We are not as good as flowers, we don't have hearts, too much fame and fortune are like floating clouds, too many grievances and hatreds are entangled, so we are all in the sea of suffering, struggling to find a beacon and a other shore. ”

Lin Ruoxi's delicate jade face was wrinkled together, looking at the hay and withered flowers on the swing, a moment of melancholy flashed in her eyes, but after the melancholy, it was more firm, she sighed The light in her eyes was dissipated, and everything returned to tranquility in an instant, people will always struggle in fame and fortune, this is fate, the eternal and unchanging law! Pure and immaculate, that is the mirage that exists in legends, and it is unattainable.

The azure smoke and rain are hazy, the rain is dripping down, washing the dust, the flowers are delicate and beautiful in the beating of the rain and provoke a layer of faint sorrow, hanging their heads and whispering, the cool rain drenched the long hair, and the raindrops slipped down the cheeks bit by bit, under Lin Ruoxi's gaze, Lin Yu stepped into the fence courtyard, he walked firmly, and came directly to her side, there were two oil-paper umbrellas in his hands, he handed an umbrella to Lin Ruoxi, turned around and opened the umbrella in his hand, when passing by the magnolia tree, he picked a flower wet by the rain, and walked away from the fence yard。

Looking at the slender figure, Lin Ruoxi looked at the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and asked with a hint of inexplicable emotion in her voice: "Why did you bring me an umbrella, but you don't want to think that I am holding an umbrella." ”

Lin Yu paused, the rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, along the edge of the umbrella eaves, a drop of crisp and crystal rain slid down, fell into the soil under his feet, and disappeared deep into the earth, his face was ancient, and he said in a light tone: "I brought you an umbrella because you are a woman, and I don't want to be rude to the crown princess, and I don't want to be rude, and I don't hold an umbrella for you because I don't like it." ”

The words fell, he walked calmly, "popping ......" stepping on the muddy path, his slender back, little by little disappeared from sight, after this encounter, met again, he was his husband's enemy, she was the princess on top, a rain washed away not only tears and dust, but also some memories and feelings.

The magnolia flower that he had just plucked, the white and bright petals, fell into the soil, the petals broke and split into several petals, the crystal clear raindrops hung down on its body, its originally proud blooming petals, under the impact of the rain, crying like a child who had made a mistake and bent down, and the flawless petals were instantly stained by the surrounding muddy water.

The jade flute is silent, the flowers fall and the flowers are empty, and the end is not the old dream of the earth, and the mirror is full of flowers.

"One day I will be king, I will make the whole world rise and fall for me, fate is cruel to me once, I only allow him to be cruel to me once. The cold rain swept across the skin, the crystal face, the skin as white as snow, raised her head to look at the azure sky, at this moment this woman who had almost died in the ice and snow, promised her ambition, she wanted to look down at the world from time to time, but proudly looked down at this humble everything.

On the bluestone slab street, some low-lying places, has accumulated piles of rainwater, because it is raining, the prosperous Luofeng City in the ordinary day, but now it has become lonely, the vendors on both sides of the street are gone, the dazzling shops on the street are vaguely closed, the figures on the street are depressed, and there is only a monotony of three or three twos in the eye.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Wandering alone in a long, long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I hope to meet a lilac-like one

Then the resentful girl.

She is

The color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

Wailing and wandering in the rain......

On the opposite street, an oil-paper umbrella, the girl has a charming face, skin like snow, big watery eyes, and a willow waist that can be grasped slowly, her steps are slow, the distance between steps is short, the landing is urgent, and the embroidered shoes embroidered with petals are stained with the coolness of the rain, and she seems to have never heard of it.

On the street, he met with her, the same holding an oil-paper umbrella, the same staring at each other, Luo Xi'er pursed the corners of her mouth, the dimples marked by her surname on her delicate little face appeared, she smiled sweetly and said, "Ugly man, in a bad mood?"

Lin Yu surprisingly didn't quarrel with her, or was not in the mood to quarrel with her, nodded lightly, and his nasal voice moved lightly: "Hmm......"

Luo Xi'er casually threw the umbrella in her hand aside, and her graceful body ran under Lin Yu's umbrella with a spirit, Lin Yu only felt a burst of fragrant fragrance, and before he could react, he saw that Luo Xi'er had already thrown the oil-paper umbrella in his hand at his feet and ran to his side.

He frowned, and said a little uncomfortably, "What are you doing here? Why did you throw away the umbrella?"

Luo Xi'er didn't care at all about the question in Lin Yu's tone, pursed her lips and grinned, stretched out her pink arm like a lotus root, moved her flawless wrist, and said coquettishly: "Hmm...... I'm too tired to play the umbrella, I've been lifting it for so long, my girl's hands are sore, this girl's fine skin and tender flesh can't stand this pain, just when I meet you, I'll give you a chance to kiss Fangze, how can you not be happy?

Lin Yu turned his head and stood face to face with Luo Xi'er, the distance between the two was only less than three centimeters, and they could feel each other's breathing, Luo Xi'er blinked her long eyelashes, watery blinking, and the corners of her mouth showed a lovely arc, which was very beautiful.

Passerby Li Yang happened to pass by, saw this scene, and suddenly felt heartbroken, looking at the cloudy sky in grief and muttering: "When I saw my goddess and my brother, holding an oil-paper umbrella and looking at each other intimately, at that moment I felt that my world collapsed, I did not hesitate to take out the dagger hidden behind me, strode in front of them, just when my goddess and friends were panicked, I stood decisively in place, and cut off my robe in anger. Seeing their blank and innocent eyes, I left a sentence of cutting off my robe, looking at them with resentment and leaving. ”

"Is your friend stupid again?" Luo Xi'er asked with some surprise.

Lin Yu glanced at him lightly, shook his head and said, "I don't know ......"

"From tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, travel the world, from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables, I have a house, facing the sea, spring flowers. ”

The distant Li Yang's voice came from the rain, and under the oil-paper umbrella, Lin Yu and Tong Luo Xi'er smiled heartily, and said in unison: "It's really stupid......

The rain kept falling, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, and the words in the distance gradually drifted away with hoarseness, and Luo Xi'er looked at Lin Yu curiously under the oil-paper umbrella and said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Lin Yu turned his head a little strangely and muttered: "I want to tell you that I am quite pleased with the opportunity you gave Fang Ze, at least you still have some conscience, even if you still have the money for the last meal." ”

When Luo Xi'er heard this, she looked at the raindrops falling on the laneway, and muttered to herself: "This rain is really expensive, more than a hundred taels at a time." ”

When Lin Yu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say, "Actually, it's you ...... expensive," but he opened his mouth, but he never said it.

The umbrella is very small, just right for one person, and a little small for two. A rain, an alley, an umbrella, both of them wet their shoulders, Lin Yu gently and quietly moved the umbrella towards Luo Xi'er, Luo Xi'er's left shoulder is also under the umbrella, the rain can't drench her left shoulder, and Lin Yu's right shoulder is completely in the rain.

On the long street, the two of them walked aimlessly, the rain was embellished, the notes were ticking, the umbrella was a romantic load, the two people were pulled together, shoulder to shoulder with each other, they could feel each other's breath, and the laneway was a scene that was monotonous and the same, but at this moment it was as gorgeous and colorful as a hundred flowers in the valley of flowers.

"I heard Lin Lian'er say that you can compose a poem, and you also wrote a poem for my senior sister, is it really fake? Can you read it to me?" In the alleyway, the voice like a silver bell was crisp.

Lin Yunan said with some embarrassment: "This, don't you need it, right? This kind of thing is not for showing." ”

Luo Xi'er didn't buy it and said: "You miss you, Miss Ben doesn't give you money, it's not a show, and even if you want to show off, I can tell you frankly, I have no money, no money!"

Lin Yu: "...... of small fortune fans"

Luo Xi'er: "I like it...... I'm a money fan, I'm happy. ”

"There is a beautiful woman in the distance, peerless and reading, Dai eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, she is thinking about Jun, dare to ask who Jun is? Lin Yu thought about the poem that he was proud of when he was inspired and made, and recited it, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Luo Xi'er in a daze as if he was waiting for her evaluation.

Luo Xi'er glanced at Lin Yu with a strange expression, and said clearly: "You ** my senior sister ......"

Lin Yu: "......"

Luo Xi'er looked at Lin Yu seriously and admonished: "Lin Yu, let me tell you, you are not good like this, you are so ugly, and then you are so obscene, which woman will marry you in the future? ”

Lin Yu looked at Luo Xi'er angrily and said, "I don't have **, I just said that she might be thinking about me, is this called metaphor and artistic conception?"

Luo Xi'er didn't understand, so she shook her head honestly.

Lin Yu was a little anxious, his talent was denied, which was unacceptable for a person like him, as cruel as a car cracking and lighting a sky lantern, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his palm and said to Luo Xi'er: "Yes, I will make you a simple poem, so that you can understand that I am full of talent." ”

Under Luo Xi'er's big eyes, Lin Yu thought for a long time, pretended to be an old master, coughed like an old master to attract Luo Xi'er's attention, and then shook his head and read with an expression: "I don't see the moon like a hook tonight, Xiucai staggered up the embroidery building." The young lady's song is worrying, and she has to take a boat to spy on the lotus. ”

Title of the poem: "Peep Yurong, how's it going?"

Luo Xi'er looked at Lin Yu with a serious expression, her good-looking eyebrows twisted, and she said seriously: "Lin Yu, your poems are really similar to your people, they are so owed!"

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