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Chapter Seventy-Three: Rain and Snow Blend

The drizzle, as soft as snowflakes, fluttered like clouds and smoke, flying everywhere in the air, kissing the face, leaning on the eyebrows, kissing the lips, licking like a fairy, every inch, all over the body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The strong breath came quietly in this world, like the devil, unexpectedly!

It's not lightning and thunder, and it's pouring rain; Nor is it like the spring rain that alternates day and night, and sentimentality comes; The rain in this season is continuous, soft and silky, colorful, dancing in the wind and blowing like snow. Stretching out his hand, spreading his palm, the rain fell on the palm of his hand softly, although not as white and crystal as a snowflake, it could mottle tears in the palm lines, and prick the sensitive nerve, excited, trembling. But it can be gently fitted between the eyebrows, lips and teeth, palms, and dances continuously, making you crispy and numb, itching in the heart but can't stop.

The wet rain dyed the pavement into black particles, paving every side of the road, the depth is appropriate, the water is not slow, it flows slowly, and it gathers into a column with all its strength, so that the spreading water flow has been unruly, and the murmuring confluence becomes a river. The rain, melted in the thick river, disappeared without a trace.

The rain climbed the tall ancient tree by the ancient tomb, and from the top to the foot, every branch did not leak. The dripping rain was as cold as snow, and Su Xue was late and the rain was pitting into a cone. So there is no nostalgia, and I disdain the branches to stay, in order to kiss the earth, I do not hesitate to roar down, and I am destined to be crushed.

Su Xuechi looked up at the sky, as if the fate of his life was here.

The rain falls on the shoulders and backs of the mountains, on the towering trees with tall branches and lush leaves, and on the vibrant, green and verdant meadows, washing the dust and debris accumulated over the years with the blood of life, and injecting the water of life deep into the vast land.

I like the soft drizzle, although there is no hearty pouring of heavy rain, there is no snowflake fluttering Ana, and there is no ice clear jade of ice flowers. It has a flexible character, willful in the world that dances lightly in the wind, carefully combs the winding mountains, and inhabits a strip of green land. Indulge in the landscape, graceful in the universe, drizzle silent.

The drizzle is continuous, the drizzle, with full love, sincerity, with the most fiery selfless dedication, with the most tragic selflessness, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly. Waving your hand, saying goodbye to the mountains, trees, and grass, leaving the tenderness of a thousand turns in the drizzle, giving reluctance to the breeze, and swaying in the vast sky. Looking at the canal from afar, the green water is abundant, and the water and grass are abundant. So, Drizzle shook his head, feeling that all the efforts and sacrifices were worth it, and if he wanted to be reborn, he must first achieve nirvana.

Like a drizzle, the cocoon breaks into a butterfly in the warmth, blooms like a firework, and gradually drifts away in the wind......

Rain, rain again, is God going to take someone again?

When the sky is slightly opened, fine snowflakes will fly all over the sky, and when the sky is completely bright, the snow petals will gradually enlarge, and the white velvet flowers with clearly visible shapes will officially kiss the earth in a grand and warm way under the beginning of the strong north wind.

Life is like this, in the prime of life, we must work hard, for ourselves, for the people we love, for the value of our lives, hard work and hard work! Some winning opportunities force us to leave our hometown, travel thousands of miles away from our hometown, run around, struggle! From the moment we wave goodbye to our hometown, the sorrow of homesickness is entangled in our hearts and is destined to be dwarfed by the wind and dust of another country.

Once, the Su family was destroyed, the Feng family was destroyed, the Bonan Academy suffered, and the rain was all unexpected!

Snow Moon always makes people poetic and gentle, and their hearts are full of a lot of emotion. The day when the snow falls, it is so romantic and affectionate, a heart, become as light and soft as snow, thoughts, as if giving birth to a pair of white wings, with the snow blowing in the sky, flying over the distance of thousands of mountains and rivers, returning to that, let yourself haunt the dream, miss the hometown for a long time.

In winter, time has thinned, but homesickness has increased unabated, and as the seasons become more and more meaningful, the memory is getting deeper and deeper. In life, there is always some helplessness, and I can't arrange my itinerary and residence according to my own heart. In the days of living in a foreign land for a long time, many people are not used to it, and they have slowly become accustomed to it, and many people's sophisticated experiences have subtly changed themselves. But there is only a heart of homesickness, which will never change......

Winter rhyme, snow falling city, this moment is the most beautiful time in the eyes and heart. The weather is cold, but because of the beauty of a day of snow, it is full of romance and joy.

The rain and snow are blowing together, this is the first time Su Xuechi has seen it, who appeared to cause such a big vision of heaven and earth!

Standing on the ridge, I saw that the whole village was immersed in smoke and rain. The field was covered with a layer of smoke, misty, like a heavily rendered ink painting. The houses in the countryside are hidden in the bushes, and many of them are shaded by trees, leaving only one roof exposed. Next to the trees is a layer of water mist, which adds a bit of fairyland-like feel to the village. Above the trees and roofs is a cloud-obscured sky as a background, and the gray sky is not a little variegated, enveloping the whole world in the smoke and rain, making the village appear more peaceful.

In the woods, a layer of mist is indispensable. The rain falls on the leaves and drips under the trees, making the air in the woods fresher. Some of the droplets of water flowed down the trunk of the tree to the roots, making the tree feel like it had just come out of the water, and the whole body was soaked. Raindrops fell on the path between the trees, leaving the sandy path between the pine forests without any dirt. Walking on the road, occasionally a few thick roots burrowed out of the dirt and blocked the road, and the raindrops on it made it very slippery and slippery, and it was difficult to stand on it at this time. From time to time, raindrops fell on Su Xuechi's head, and he suddenly felt extremely cool.

The rain is still falling, falling, thin, soft, there are a few birds and birds in the rain, listening to this familiar sound, Su Xuechi felt a burst of excitement, I heard this kind of sound when I was a child, it was all when it rained, and Su Xuechi was very impressed by the environment at that time. Hearing this sound, it is as if I have returned to my childhood, and I feel the atmosphere, environment, and mood of that time. This kind of feeling cannot be expressed in words, this atmosphere is difficult to describe in words, this kind of environment cannot be depicted with pictures, and you can only experience this artistic conception that can only be understood and cannot be conveyed with your heart. A strong atmosphere surrounded Su Xuechi, and now she can not only feel the desolation of that time, but also the excitement of returning to her childhood, and the regret that time is fleeting. Cherish the time to experience the freshness of childhood and the feeling of the present, for a long time, when the atmosphere around Su Xuechi calmed down, Su Xuechi walked calmly again, and after not walking much, he had returned to the grass at the door of his house.

This autumn rain came in such a hurry, as if to better show the autumn colors of Hangzhou, and strive to wash the weeping willows on the roadside, the road of the car dealership, the dusty roof, every corner of the sight, and even the sorrow of the world. Maybe after that, the real autumn has a real feeling, gradually cool, gradually gray yellow, and gradually the fragrance of osmanthus, everything with a light pace, head-on.

Outside the window of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, although it was only rain, and the long skirt felt slightly cool, Su Xuechi's mood was still warm and moist, thinking that the embankment with an umbrella in the rainy season, the green forest bypassed, and the long pavilion where he rested, were also memories of autumn, and the leaves fell and drifted were also beautiful, just like when he suddenly looked up and saw the three bright stars in the sky the night before, Su Xuechi treasured some occasional gaps, or sighed or delighted. That's true, you said that you can see clouds in the clear night sky, those are the clouds in the deep and vast night sky that blow through the stars and moonlight, so beautiful, beautiful and a little melancholy.

I don't know if the stone bench by the curved bridge that I have frequented in recent days has been cleaned by this rain, whether the sticky sticky worms that have frightened Su Xuechi have crawled back into the soil, and whether the lonely wild chrysanthemum on the side of the road has lost its petals and lost its lonely self-appreciation? So I thought of duckweed, and remembered the sentence: Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain to bury the famous flowers. When I think of Nalan, I always feel sad, and when I lose my beloved, I become a rootless duckweed, floating alone.

In the days that have passed, there are always some impressions to stay, the shadow of the building behind them, the interlocking ten fingers and the warm murmur. Maybe Su Xuechi will get used to looking back and forth on the road, looking for the footprints of the past, getting used to gradually becoming familiar in a space, and gradually withdrawing the breath of a familiar person. If this rain is sprinkled endlessly until another dawn, it can be regarded as having a beginning and an end, when the rain comes and goes, it also rains, the ups and downs of life, gathering and dispersing, always remembered in the autumn, maybe the autumn festival is suitable for memories, and there is even more rain.

Not long after the mist was lowered, it was swept away by a cool breeze that did not feel cold, followed by the clear sky and the warmth of the sun. Wake up early and habitually go to the balcony to look at the sky in order to know what to wear today. However, as far as the eye can see, the sky is so blue that one wonders if it is a winter beauty, and if it weren't for the slight breeze mixed with a chill, it would be hard to tell the difference between the seasons. The sun rising in the southeast is still so warm, so warm, so intoxicating. Walking along the winding paths among the green wheat fields and pondering by the babbling bridge is indeed a unique way to enjoy life.

The sun shone on his body, and the viscous blood surged up and down his body. Long-term eye overuse, can only blur up, from a distance view of the tall derrick, the outline is clearly visible, even in late autumn, it is difficult to encounter such a bright weather. Ascending to the top floor, standing in the hallway, looking through the window to the northwest of the white buildings, one by one can be clearly distinguished. The weather is good, and the mood is good. The sunny weather and the warmth of the sky are refreshing. Falling off the seat, I was relieved of a long-lasting tiredness.

Learning to take a break, come to the balcony, look south, the scattered pictures instantly come into view, the newly built buildings are like flight attendants wearing the same clothes, standing in a row in front of you. Although it obscures the view from afar, it creates a unique picture. The southwest has a wide field of vision, although there is no beacon tower of the princes of Youwangxi, and the majestic and upright Yellow Mountain welcome pine, but the steel tower that goes straight into the sky is clear and clear, as if it is the Eiffel Tower moved by Yugong. The gaze shifted to the east, and a country concrete road pointed straight to the east, lonely waiting for its owner. Although there are no lush pines and cypresses, clumps of trees and forests, and undulating ridges on the top of the mountain, everything is clearly recognizable in the clear weather, giving people a lot of space for reverie.

Facing the mining road, there is a path between the rows of buildings, which also forms a tuyere, where the wind accumulates, vents out from here, blows more and more violently, and the dust in the air in the middle is also condensed here, drilling into the asphalt road, flooding the desert with layers of mud. To the east of the gap, the terrain is undulating. The lines are not as gentle and soft as those on the west side, and from a distance it looks like a combination of large and small mounds. Like a mountain blooming, its skin is exposed, and it is not the slightest shy. The sparse vegetation is almost negligible because it is sparse enough to create a landscape.

Above the village, there is a blue sky like late autumn. Deep and elusive, elegant and not profane. Occasionally, a thin floating cloud floats by, from west to east, slowly, its leisurely mood and calm laziness are indeed envious. Such visibility, even in spring and summer, is rare. However, as soon as the autumn dawned on Su Xuechi, how could it not make people feel excited! The natural painting scroll in front of us is neither the artist's splashing ink nor the painter's ingenuity, but the natural charm of heaven and earth. Although the people in the city have seen the prosperity, enjoyed the magnificence, and accepted the hustle and bustle of the city, how can they enjoy the fresh air, the blue sky and clear water, the smoke of the mountain villages, the wild grass and flowers, and the singing of birds and flowers? In the countryside, they enjoy the tranquility and appreciate the nature. Not only harvested the tranquility of the countryside and the natural artistic conception of poetry and painting, but also made my heart wide and my body fat. A kind of pride, a kind of comfort, a kind of pleasure to relieve the fatigue between tedious studies, and once again interpret a state of mind, a feeling.

The early summer evening is always accompanied by a cool evening breeze, which brings a different charm to this hot summer. Su Xuechi likes to take a walk in the evening, sending away the tiredness of the day under the evening breeze. Looking at the street lamps in the distance, a wave of familiar emotions came to my heart, and everything was quiet and tranquil. This is the feeling of childhood that has been hidden in my heart for a long time, and it is the unique taste of summer in my memory.

Summer nights are quiet and vibrant. Look at the starry night sky, walk on the country road sprinkled with moonlight, face the evening breeze, and breathe in the air full of rice fragrance. The sound of the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the pond made Su Xuechi listen to a moving field song, which had a unique charm. The liveliness of this summer night belongs to them, and there are some plants that listen silently.

In the night, the jasmine flowers quietly bloomed white like jade, and they lowered their heads shyly, but the faint fragrance of flowers had already been fragrant for ten miles, attracting the seven-star ladybug to cling to its petals and sleep sweetly. At this time, Su Xuechi couldn't resist the temptation to breathe in the fragrance of flowers greedily, and the faint fragrance of jasmine hit her face, as if she was in the midst of thousands of flowers. The "bystander" is also the slim lotus flower. As far as the eye can see, the lotus flowers will raise their leaves upward, like an umbrella, covering the pink face of the girl who washes in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. A sudden gust of wind rustled the lotus leaves, like the laughter of the girl returning from washing, looming in the depths of the bamboo forest. The surface of the water stirs up ripples, like fish playing in the water, and like watching the tide of the sea ebb and flow. Among the layers of lotus leaves, there are some white flowers scattered at will, like a night pearl in the dark night, dazzling. Some of the "Night Pearls" are like young girls who show off their graceful figures, shyly opening half of them, and some are like beauties who have just come out of the bath and are far away from the world with some freshness and refinement. The breeze blows in the face, bringing wisps of fragrance and even more flavor.

Late at night, Su Xuechi looked up at the white sky, a bright moon hung brightly in the dark, looking a little arrogant and lonely. A few clouds drifted in the sky and obscured the moon, making it as unreachable as a flower in a moon mirror in water. Su Xuechi couldn't help but recall the past, the summer night of childhood was the happiest time for Su Xuechi, Su Xuechi played games, talked about their hearts, unrestrained, and enjoyed this time that belonged to Su Xuechi. As Su Xuechi grew up, the partners gradually drifted apart, from intimate playmates at the beginning to familiar strangers at the end. I don't know if it's your Su Xuechi's change or your Su Xuechi's friendship can't stand the test of time, and everything can't go back to the original time. I can't help but sigh, so the hurt and pain, the smile and the beauty, in the end, still lost to time. That kind of hard work and memorability has a name, which is called things are people......

There were a few crisp and pleasant frog chirping sounds in his ears, which pulled Su Xuechi's thoughts back to the quiet and vibrant field, and Zhu Ziqing's famous sentence "The excitement is theirs, and Su Xuechi has nothing" seems to have become an outsider instead, everything seems to be harmonious, but Su Xuechi can't fit in.

Turn around and pick a few branches with jasmine and flowers, walk on the country road, and soak up the breath of the summer night. At this time, Su Xuechi lives in a world that belongs to Su Xuechi, and there is no need to hide it!

Standing on the grass and looking at the village immersed in smoke and rain, I felt very quiet. It was getting dark, and every house was gradually lit up, and the light was shining through the windows. Although the light was dim, it could still arouse Su Xuechi's emotions. Su Xue stared intently at the dim light, and experienced the atmosphere under the light with her heart, as if the air had condensed. At this time, Su Xuechi's thoughts returned to his childhood, and the most impressive thing at that time was this light, in Su Xuechi's memory, he could always find such a light, and it was this light that accompanied Su Xuechi through night after night. Su Xuechi always looked at this light and entered an infinite reverie. In Su Xuechi's opinion, this light is the brightest light in the world, and no light can compare to it. This light shone into Su Xuechi's heart, stirring up the fire of Su Xuechi's life, under the light, no matter how cold the day is, it doesn't feel cold, no matter how noisy the scene is, as long as you look at the light, or the light shines on Su Xuechi's body, you feel extremely peaceful. It always watched Su Xuechi from the rooftop, observed Su Xuechi's every move, listened to Su Xuechi's heart, dispelled the fear in Su Xuechi's heart, and maintained a pure land in Su Xuechi's heart, which became an indispensable part of Su Xuechi's childhood. Now, when Su Xuechi saw this light again, she had a sense of intimacy. Now, it is no longer Su Xuechi who is sitting under this light, and it may be difficult to find someone who looks at the light like Su Xuechi, and even if there is, it is not such a dim light. But now those who enjoy the lights, in addition to Su Xuechi, there is also a spring breeze, a spring rain, and the whole village. The light came out of the window, illuminating the window, shining on Su Xuechi's head, and a strong atmosphere surrounded, not only Su Xuechi, but also the entire village, this yellow light set off a quiet and harmonious village night.