Zhao Yuan stood behind the thousand-faced Daoist, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Taixuan Dynasty also spoke slowly.

As the ruler of a dynasty, he naturally has to take care of many things, and there are many people who swear that it is inconvenient for him to be this status.

But when I saw Zhao Tianyi's appearance, I couldn't help but hold it in my heart.

Now that I've come before, I've said everything I want to say when I get here, which is also good.

What I just said right now is also a test to see how those stupid untouchables react?

If the effect is okay, the Dali Temple trial after a while will already seem completely meaningless, and the nephew can deal with Zhao Tianyi.

"My dearest father, you seem to have said this, but you don't seem to have said it.

Since you think that the Dali Temple trial will have no effect later, then why do you still say it?

And now when you say this, are you not even yourself..."

What were the words after that, Zhao Tianyi didn't continue to say, because if he continued to say the following words, maybe Zhao Di's kid would say something to Zhao Yuan.

This guy is really angry with so many mouths sometimes.

Hearing Zhao Tianyi's lack of beating, Zhao Yuan didn't show much change in his expression.

He is His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Taixuan Dynasty, so naturally he can't show some things openly, in front of so many people, if he keeps holding on to some trivial things, he will fall behind.

As long as the reaction of these untouchables satisfies them, when the time comes, they can be excited for a long time by issuing a random decree.

Time, with the memories of my youth, walked unhurriedly, I followed the footsteps of time, paced the glory of the sun and the moon, and extended all the way forward......

The memory of yesterday is full of the smell of parting, always seems silent and gloomy, and the cool breeze blows,

With my inexplicable melancholy, like falling flowers and flowing water unintentionally floating in the corridor of memories, I am also used to the deep appearance,

Accustomed to the silence of the dead lamp. Whenever night falls, a thick loneliness hits my heart, only to know that too many years have slipped through my fingers,

There are too many past events obliterated in the dust, and too many sighs are left in helplessness.

It is precisely in this way that I often write down the transience of the light in the floating years with a perceptual thinking when I am still unfinished, and sing the memory of the memories in a low voice.

I remember when I was a child, I never cared about the passage of time, until when the years were like a dream, leaving nothing behind, but taking away the hurried time.

I only understood what cherishing is, but it was too late, and I could only sigh secretly.

Now that we've all grown up, the time has long since faded into a bitter taste.

Running under the sky of growth, how much sweetness does it retain?

Wandering in such a night, I gradually felt that my youthful time had long since become a remembrance, as transparent as the wings of a dragonfly, and it was hidden in the evening breeze.

Isn't this just a dream, the gears of the years, unconsciously leading us around and around, round and round, do you still remember, the first appearance of life, coming, going,

How much prosperity was destroyed overnight, you said that there are so many emotions in memory, how painful it should be to forget, the withering of flowers passes quietly like time,

I'm not afraid of losing the experience, I'm afraid that I won't be able to grasp the past of my youth.

In fact, we also know that there are some things we can't do anything about.

But I still can't put it down. Recently, I've been dreaming a lot about me going back to when I was a kid, playing with my friends, naïve

The smiling face, charming the blue sky; Tender little hands, clenching the kite in childhood, do you remember?

However, there is nothing to answer me except the cool sound of the wind in the night, whether it is, the direction of time, is the same

A topic that no one can answer, so you can only cherish each other and reminisce about it?

time, as if to put ours

The story is getting longer and longer, the same years, the same city, but leaving their own

Different stories, in the blink of an eye of a certain memory, weave a common youth, fortunately, in those beautiful memories, there are also you and I walked together

Unfortunately, on the road to the unknown, many familiar of you can no longer find the familiarity you were at the beginning.

Such a cool autumn night, coming and going, recalling the whole past, like an unfinished dream, looking at the dream

The vivid picture sighs at the quiet aging of time, and unconsciously something has become a thing of the past forever.

I've heard that there are some things that some people should learn to forget after all. The scene in the floating shadow is like a passing year, falling one

The fragments of the ground were already beyond their strength when they tried to pick them up.

I don't know if I'm dreaming or waking up now, at least, I'm thinking about my years, my love.

Night, quiet. The late autumn in the north no longer continues the summer style,

The daylight is no longer warm and unrestrained, and the moonlight is no longer hazy and gentle. The bitter north wind pulled out the depths of memory

How much do you want to talk about the past. The wind wrapped around the green silk, and I suddenly felt the urge to scribble the words. I said, in the dark, destined to meet, you are the crystal in the depths of my eyes

The crystal clear cold jade is the clearest stream in the spring warmth of the red dust, ten generations and nine lives, and the Sanskrit sound that passes through the years, just to tie the knot and meet the fate.

An empty wind, a cold. Holding a chrysanthemum lamp, sitting alone in front of the window, the moonlight is gentle as water surrounding me, conjecture, intoxicated, and let my thoughts be reined. In October, I stood in the autumn rain and idle wind

Open the wings of memory, listen to the sound of falling flowers, and the thin heart crosses the narrow window and turns into a light breeze without a trace. A fate is a catastrophe, remembering is warm,

Remembering is sweet, for you, it is always a lingering liking and an abandoned complex, whether it is the encounter of origin and fall, or the emptiness of the mirror.

A passing year, you and I alone are sisters. If you want to say why I like you,

In the vast sea of people, meeting is fate. What is fate? Because it can't break through its mystery and understand its mysteries, it is

Fate is called. In the sea of red dust and people of all living beings, the long river of time when the world changes, if you know each other and cherish each other, how proud you should be!

I often think that if you are in a lazy afternoon, by the window, with a pot of tea, you will read a book slowly

The book, the water in the white porcelain cup in his hand is steaming, close

Drink it with loneliness, all by your mood, and live your life as you want. If I laugh at you for being too persistent in guarding the window and seeing through the red dust, you will definitely talk about people

The three thousand colors are not as free and easy as the coarse linen clothes around him. Days, most of the time are not alarming, maybe it's just an accidental dream, but it provokes a little tenderness, just

Like the ripples of the wicker, they add some throbbing to the ordinary life. I think there is a fate in this life!

The wind outside the window passes through the dust, and some words that are turned over and over for you finally bloom into ordinary flowers. often

I often wonder how long it will take to go with the flow, and I can meet you after passing through a lot of prosperity when my fate is turning, and I am willing to guard Qingxi, words

Under the witty coat, you whisper about love, a proudly independent and blooming, plain shirt, wine marks, against the noisy fixed absence of you.

How fortunate to have you all my life. Let me pick up the last touch of green in autumn for you, in the quiet of the night,

Blooming with silent beauty, when you stop by and watch, will you understand that I am the same.

Autumn in the north of the country, come unprepared, after the frost falls, suddenly cold, unprepared, February and August messy dressing, good, bustling people, some are still immersed in the late summer temperature can not extricate themselves, short sleeves and long skirts in the crowd swaying, from time to time to attract the afterglow of passers-by, whether it is mockery or cold talk or tsk. Some have already shaken off the long sleeves and coats hidden in the snow and wrapped them around their weak bodies, which can be regarded as a declaration of the arrival of winter!

The autumn wind pours in with the cold snap

Rushing in, those migratory birds with graceful singing voices and swaying bodies are running to tell each other: Winter is coming, let's go! The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west, but it is not so hot, if there is no wind, it may be warm, but the face is tired of the autumn wind, occasionally yellow, occasionally hiding, occasionally smiling, occasionally crazy. The hazy moonlight slowly rose from the dark night sky, and the desolate face showed a little chill, accompanied by a little starry sky galloping in the Milky Way. The mottled shadows of the trees swayed and rustled in the wind, and the withered branches and leaves also swayed and fluttered one by one, mixed with a few chirping sparrows, reveling and jumping, as if to make this late autumn boil!

The footsteps of winter gradually came from far and near, with a simple coat and the world came without dispute, there are no flowers and willows in winter, there are no beautiful mountains and rivers, and there is no bird song and flowers, winter is lonely, it is cold, it is simple, it is the most real. The wilderness is vast, the mountains are clear, and it is not only the snow that accompanies the winter, but also the sparrows!

You see that she is not good-looking, it is not a treasure, once upon a time, it was still the four evils in people's mouths, and everyone got it

And punish it! She doesn't have the slender and beautiful beak of the Australian pelican, nor does she have the graceful and melodious singing voice of the lark, let alone the peacock

Lihuacai's feathers, some are just attached to the cold and lonely winter, she is people's outcast, but she is the darling of winter!

The north has entered autumn, and it has gradually felt cold, an autumn rain and a cold.

Those migratory birds who are afraid of the cold began to migrate south, and they flew south without looking back, as if the northern country was just their post station, they liked the gorgeous Jiangnan, and liked the warm smoke cage fog locked fish and rice country.

Sparrows are reluctant to leave this homeland, this is their home, it is the place where they grow and live, and they will never leave this land!

The autumn wind is raging, they are flying, the leaves are dancing, they are jumping, sometimes standing on the high branches and looking around,

Sometimes she falls on the power line to watch the traffic, sometimes she flies up to the roof to look up at the sky, sometimes she swoops to the ground and hides from people, she sometimes jumps up and down like a naughty child,

Sometimes it's like the girl next door is as quiet as a virgin, as if the whole sky is their paradise, yes, they are the only ones left here, they are the pets here.

The whole sky is not lonely anymore, and all the silence is immediately boiled by this smart darling, fortunately with them!

Looking forward to, looking forward to, winter is coming, and the birth of the first snow shows that winter is really coming, and it will not snow

Winter is not called winter, winter without snow is not winter, winter seems to be inseparable from snow, thousands of miles of ice, silver

Wrap, the river is in full view

On the snowy earth, one sparrow after another was even more happy, because at this time, she was the only one who could enjoy the beauty of the wilderness, and enjoy this hopelessness

The vastness of the vastness, enjoy the simplicity and unpretentiousness, and enjoy the most innocent and simple life......

They are compatible with the snow, and in the white world, there are several mottled black shadows shaking, see here,

I can't help but want to walk into the snow, embrace this sparkling world, stretch out the tip of my tongue, and come to meet the ice crystals falling from the heavenly palace

The tip of the tongue slides down to the throat and finally to the heart, sweet, slippery...... Let go and chase this group of carefree sparrows, want to play with them, want to dance with them

But only looking up at them scattered between heaven and earth without restraint, so casual, so real...

I know that this night is a nostalgic night, and I also know that the flying of fallen leaves is only because of helplessness, so I bid farewell to the chase in the most gorgeous posture.

I also told myself that memory is full of flowers

The stream, which always flows to the foot of Jinse, and placing a comfortable name in the softest place in the heart is the happiest and happiest thing in this life.

In my dreams, I can meet and know the people I meet in time, which is the most beautiful and regretless road I have walked in this life.

It wasn't until today that I deeply realized the thinness of the air, and remembered my past, and I will always say it

Endless themes, in a place full of memories

, often embellished with the direction of the night, once confused, once sentimental

I guess that might be because it hasn't gotten the results it wants in the time it should have. Time goes on, but it's no longer that

The kind of flowing water sings such a cheerful song, and it is no longer the kind of people dancing beautifully with the music, but now looking at the familiar or unfamiliar flow of people every day, but the light

Yin didn't teach me how to be serious...... And it's still going that way.

In fact, for the bits and pieces of the past, to put it mildly, I don't really record anything, but I have to do it

The appearance of passing by is infinitely circulating the softness in the depths of the heart, and I also think that a person stumbling in this world will inevitably be lonely and ethereal

The soul, the troubled world, too much unbearable pressure, I still have to go through it to be able to get out, I also hope that I can stay away from the dust, and the years make people understand, all the way

The prosperous scenery is all passing by themselves, and in the end what they seek is just a simple and ordinary life.

On the way to the years, sometimes in the dead of night, I repeatedly ask myself: What is the bumpy road of this flow

When can it be finished? While looking forward to being able to finish it as soon as possible, I involuntarily returned to the old place where I stopped. The heart is like the aimless drift of every overnight stayer

Bo, neither to the destination nor to see the scenery in front of you, and then think about it carefully, why are we not like this, and it is no exception.

Indeed, time can't leave too much calm, those ups and downs

In the end, how many returnees they met, a season of flowers fragrant, how much beauty, all amazed each other speechlessly in their minds

heartstrings. All the shackles of the world, as if there are nothing, and how much I have waited, thank you for the time it really has never given me to wait.

However, in this story that did not wait, time has quietly aged something,

For example, memories, such as morning dew, to put it more obviously, just look at his increasingly thin face,

I know that it is really like an invisible carving knife, and it is not time that is old, but you and me walking in time.