Twilight, the pear tree in front of the house was blown and swayed by the wind, the bright moon hung on the branches, the flowers and leaves fell on the wooden window, fell on the windowsill, the wind continued to blow, blowing and blowing, blowing and blowing, it was really a breeze in the middle of the night, a leaf fell to her hair, she stopped her pen, looked out the window, there was a cool breeze in the summer night, the hot water during the day and the cool breeze at night were very matched, and the notebook was written with a half-cut story.

"Yunlan, why didn't the lights turn on at home, shouldn't you be trafficked?" At this time, Yun Xue remembered that she had ridden Yun Lan's bicycle back, "To die, to die." So saying, he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out, hurrying.

"Hey, why are you going to elementary school?" Uncle Huang at the door asked. "Look what you're doing in a hurry.

"That Yunlan is back." She asked as she straightened her hair, and spoke quickly.

"As soon as you said that, I remembered that I hadn't seen this stinky boy in the afternoon." Uncle Huang also had a question, in his opinion, one of them was there, and the two of them were there, and the two of them had always been inseparable.

"Don't talk about it, I'll have to find him." Yun Xue said in her clothes, but her eyes turned red unconsciously, for Yun Xue, Yun Lan had a different meaning to him, and she could see that she was very flustered, and she pushed the car and ran out without having time to say a few more words.

Uncle Huang also ran out with him, "Xiaoxue, wait for me, I'm too old to stand it." Although Uncle Huang said that he is a little older, he exercises every day, and his physical fitness is naturally better.

"Uncle, he'll go there, this person is really, Muyu head." Yun Xue pushed the cart and walked slowly, while Uncle Huang was fanning a fan next to him, which looked quite like the barefoot immortal of Journey to the West.

Not far ahead, Shadow made an appointment to come over, and Yun Xue called out, "Yun Lan." "It's really Yunlan, he walked slowly, his steps were very light. Yun Xue recognized him at a glance.

Don't go to Huhu home at night, where did you go, Yun Xue took Yun Lan's hand and walked in the direction of home.

"Xiao Lanzi, have you eaten, Xiao Xue went to my house."

As he spoke, he brought the food up, "Eat, I'll serve the meal." took the bowl and prepared to go, Yun Xue took the bowl over

"I'll do it, uncle"

I don't know why Yun Lan couldn't see any smile on her face or even her expression was dull, and she didn't want to say a word, Yun Xue knew in her heart that Yun Lan had something to hide from them, but she also understood that Yun Lan didn't want to say that it was the same for whoever came

"Xiao Lanzi, eat some, I can't explain to your father if you're like this." Old Man Huang lowered his head and said, he stood up and walked into the room.

"Let's go,"

Yun Lan's voice was very low, as if he was just saying it to himself, he stood up and was about to leave

"Xiao Lanzi"

Uncle Huang stopped Yun Lan and handed Yun Lan a box and said

"This is given to you by your father, he said he can't spare time, don't blame him" Old Man Huang put his hand on Yunlan's shoulder, as if he knew everything, he did know, but some words were really not easy to say.

Thanks, I don't blame him, really, I'll go back first." He glanced at Yun Xue, although Yun Xue knew that there was a clue, but it was not easy to ask.

Arrived, go back quickly, it's not too early, Yun Lan said to Yun Xue, he and Yun Xue are up and down, and then opened the door and went in, Yun Xue was naturally not at ease, so she had to say yes on the surface

Yun Xue walked up naturally, the footsteps were very small, in fact, Yun Lan had already seen Yun Xue's question, but some things might be better not to say, but it was counterproductive to say it, Yun Lan had been eavesdropping on Yun Xue's footsteps next to the door after walking into the room. After Yun Xue left, he opened the door, walked out, and silently watched under the stairs for a long time, staring for a long time.

"Give"

Although Yun Xue left, she didn't go home first, but went to get some bread and dry food with Uncle Huang.

"Take it"

Yunlan was a little overwhelmed, still standing there dumbfounded

"What is embarrassed to take Yunxue and say, and stuff it into his hand,"

"Rest early, see you at school tomorrow," he left, Yunlan stared at the corridor, and there was no shadow in the straight road.

Yunlan walked into the room, walked to the table, walked to the window, he put down his things, opened the curtains, and did not turn on the light, he opened the window, in the black room, the faint moonlight was scattered on the windowsill and sprinkled on the curtains scattered on his face, the wind rolled up the white curtains, and in the corner people reached out to touch the moonlight.

Sitting quietly on the bench, looking at the stars and lights in the distance, the slight wind, the fluorescent light, shining together in the quiet night sky, open the notebook, open the blank first karma, the starry sky and spring water flow was slowly sucked into the book, close the note when opened again, the stars began to bloom a little bit of light, the wind blew away the sun and moon in this heart, the moonlight is still the moonlight of the youth, the stars are still more brilliant in your eyes, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers, the moonlight tangtang, over the desk, through the eaves, the evening breeze is warm, blowing through the ends of the hair, A few rays of moonlight are like hair, I walk under the moon, walk in the moonlight, the moon walks in the eyes, and walks in the eyes.

The moon walks in your eyes, but you go up in the moon,

I look forward to the moon and miss you.

In the twilight

I looked at the moonlight in the middle of the night.

There is your gaze in the bright moon.

I also have moonshine in my heart.

I looked at the moonlight.

Maybe it knows. But it can't be spoken.

I looked up at the bright moon.

The moon has long since hung on its branches.

My heart has already swelled up.

The moonlight swayed in the river in my boat.

There are no oars.

Slowly drift away with the water.

I dreamed of you in my dreams.

I will walk with you on the shore under the light of the moon.

on your lovely cheeks.

A deep crimson swept through.

Like a sunset coming down the mountain.

Under the Moon Tree

Stupefied.

The moonlight came down from the bright moon.

Come back to your senses.

A pear blossom branch.

The evening breeze passed, and the clothes fluttered.

I will turn into a breeze and shine brightly in the quiet night sky, shining on your stars. The car is far away, and the horse is longing. Jun travels to the east and east of Shandong, and Ande flies to chase the west wind. May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright and clean. The moon is temporarily obscure, and the stars are always bright. Leave the light to wait for the month to return, and the three or five will be profitable.

The sky is slowly brightening, the daylight finds Yunlan's face through the window, the sunlight outside the window, the bookmark projection, Yunlan walked to the windowsill, picked up the petals that fell on the windowsill, and he looked at the mountain.

"Let's go." Old Man Huang said, as if he had known what Yunlan was going to do, he was holding a bouquet of lilies in his hand

As he spoke, he handed it to Yun Lan, and after taking it, he walked towards the side of the mountain, this scene was like a grandfather and grandson walking side by side, and gradually disappeared into the alley, yes, Yun Lan was not a child in his eyes, and he was a big grandson.

The wind blows the slope, the place where the meadow is smoky, the autumn wind drafts the warbler to fly, and the flute and flute are seen and thought about. Now the wind blows the slope and it is dusk alone, more wind and rain, barren grass and yellow grass, or it is more suitable to call it yellow grass dam. The two of them came to the hillside, and Yunlan walked to the tree and placed the flowers under the tree.

"Unexpectedly, these two trees are still there." Yun Kan said to himself, seeing that there was an extra bouquet of flowers under the tree, it seemed that someone had come to this place earlier, Yun Lan understood.

"Why did you come so early, the flowers were all taken wrong." As he spoke, he ran to sit down next to Uncle Huang, he looked at the old man and asked

"You said, some people believe in the way of Buddhism and worship the gods all their lives, and some people believe in the law of the family, and they gossip about the five elements for a lifetime, and they can't understand it." Old Man Huang didn't speak, he just looked at the bottom of the mountain, looked at the scenery in the distance, and said after a long time

"There are by no means a few people under the throne of God and Buddha. Believers pray and recite dogmatic scriptures and listen to the same chants, where is salvation, this is clearly poisonous. They don't distinguish between black and white, and they only listen to what the Buddha says. The Buddha said that when all beings are upside down, then all things are immediately lost. ”

Yun Lan shuddered, and suddenly made him feel scared, "Xiao Lanzi, if you believe it, you will be spiritual, if you don't believe it, you will have no heart, you will live a relaxed life like this, the old man said, this does not seem to be for Yun Lan to listen to himself."

"Life is slow, practice is also long, the way of Buddha is practice, and the wisdom of the Tao is practice" said and took out a red line.

"Hold your hand out."

"What are you going to do?"

I saw that the old man sent the thread to Yunlan's hand, and there were some strange words, although Yunlan couldn't understand it, but he understood the old man.

"Alright."

"What is this?"

"In our time, the elders of the family always liked to ask for some red threads to tie to their children's hands and pray for safety, but the times are changing, and these things are becoming less and less." The old man patted the back of Yunlan's head.

"Why are you beating me?" Yun Lan touched his head and looked at the old man with an innocent expression. A pair of grandchildren sat on the grass and looked ahead. He lay down and looked at the sky, at the clouds, at the remnants that were blown away by the wind. If you are very impetuous, maybe blowing wind will be the answer,

The wind blows every year, the wind blows every year, slowly and slowly, the meadow blows, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll up. The wind is beautiful, she is transparent and colorful, it snows, and there are still flowers blooming alone in winter. Under the pear tree, there was a sound in the snow, and that day my mind seemed to have a dream, which drifted away with the snow with the wind, dreaming of a girl who missed me, a dream-chasing girl and a wind-chasing uncle. I go with the wind, and the snow scatters with the wind. Walking through the spring, summer and autumn, I saw a girl writing poetry and a man with a painting style. The quiet night has turned into day, the moon is clear, the stars and the sea are not as good as your eyebrows and smile.

You have put the dandelion growing in the corner of the roadside in the palm of your hand, just want to watch it for a long time, the wind lifts the sky full of velvet clothes all day, write about you, the pen is godless, disorganized, everything has traces to follow, there is Yi can go down, there are memories to find, there are intentions to follow, there are regrets, how long have you not seen dandelions, have you laughed. The ghost should not sleep, pray for the moon, and listen to the wind, the wind mixed with the smell of missing you. There are dreams to chase, dreams to follow, dreams to think, dreams to remember, dreams to dream.

Spring to autumn for a few years, the ginkgo biloba is yellow again, you are still the same, pieces of leaves fall on the bench outside your dormitory door, that day you stood under the tree, you looked up and looked, I don't know how many times, you decorated other people's dreams to decorate the first three-word love letter, decorate the burst of smoke. The tip of the pen is slightly motionless than quiet, and I don't sleep all night to write down my likes,

The long river is long, and the Yiren have red makeup. Moonlit night.

Long head and long tail, a water reed. The wind is rustling.

South bean branches, pick up the thoughts. The metaphor is crispy.

Looking for a thousand searches, twilight and sunset, heart to heart.

The shore and water are separated, and the heart is happy. Affiliated.

The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix.

The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly. The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

The wind is dry, and the tears are left. If you want to write about your heart, you will be oblique in your monologue. Hard, hard, hard!

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late. Don't give up your donations, and try to add more food.

Who remembers each other in late autumn, Konoha Xiaoxiao. The countryside is a long way. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

Sijun Yijun. Yearn for. Cui pin incense warm cloud screen. It's even more sober.

With the dry and dry wind, the east wind is full of tears. After the begonias bloom, when the swallows come, dusk deep courtyard.

The candle shadow shakes the wind, and a pillow hurts the spring. Can't go back. Where is the Feng Tower. Yerba Grass is lost.

Zigui cries, it is better to return, the Tao is the spring return, and the people have not returned.