What if there is no poetry and distance?

Walking and walking, Zhao Xiaomeng encountered a lot of difficulties and obstacles, like traveling to a complicated world with an experience level, and Zhao Xiaomeng had a dream that he never had!!

Zhao Xiaomeng looked for the exit in the mountains and forests, and when he walked to the time when his mouth was dry and he was about to lose his patience, it was "the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village". He found that deep in the mountains there was an endless blue lake.

The undisturbed lake surface is flooded with golden light, just like the nine-day Milky Way falling into the world, like a few pearls inlaid on the jasper tree, looking at the clouds in the sky, a few white clouds lazily floating clouds at the junction of water and sky, just like a group of immortals who are swimming in the mountains and waters, I don't know whether the charming scenery sets off the people in the painting, or the picturesque scenery has become the embellishment of the people in the painting who care about the mountains and rivers?

Occasionally, the light boat slowly swayed the laughter of the carp, the fisherman's fishing song came melodiously from afar, and the women who were playing on the shore were washing clothes with wooden sticks on the bluestone, while the women who were playing and playing were waving the handkerchiefs in their hands, and asked the young man: "There is no way to the fairy house in the world, but to visit the end of the world with soul dreams." "The women are smiling and vivid!

"Don't go, don't go"!

Zhao Xiaomeng has not yet walked to the lake, so he walked straight to the other side of the road, there is not too much colorful reflection, because of the printing of the white light, there is more than the floating monument of tomorrow's yellow day. There is no sorrow and no pain, only senseless wailing and singing:

The white clouds leisurely see their hometown,

Get up and want to hug the mountains.

The beautiful woman on the road waited for a long time,

I don't know when my heart will know it early.

"Who doesn't want to be in the old garden, are you"? The old demon sitting on the old soul tablet on the root of the dark old tree looked solemn, and there were two rays of light in his eyes that kept flashing, as if he was thinking about something. "Boy, do you have a good baby?"! After thinking about it for a long time, the old devil finally spoke up, and the way the key characters appeared was always so full of mystery!

Zhao Xiaomeng's footsteps that had just moved were paused, and his movements suddenly became a little stiff, and he even wondered if his ears had heard it wrong? What's the hell out of the way?

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently!

"You cunning old monster, what are you kidding, you have also seen the power of that dead wood monster, even the Tiangang Divine Thunder can't be destroyed, it must have the terrifying power to destroy the world!"

Zhao Xiaomengmu thought about it for a long time and replied hesitantly!

Thousands of sails on the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees in front of the sick tree!

"I can teach you a set of tricks called the Withered Grass Recipe, which can communicate with this root of the natural realm of heaven and earth." The Deadwood Monster Old Devil chattered proudly!

"Don't, it's not rare", Luo Mu decisively refused.

"Then I'll give it to you, young man, take care of you", after saying that, the old monster pretended to cast a spell and handed a piece of wood to the middle of Luo Mu's chest, and disappeared in Luo Mu's heart in a twist and turn, before he understood what was happening, it was already over, it was simply a puzzle for the second monk!

What problem has been proven, Zhao Xiaomeng can't say why, he will not accept this kind of thing if he says anything, with his past pride and self-confidence, where is the bloody lesson of the ambush and fiasco of the ambush and fiasco of the mountain and forest world of Warcraft, this time he will run as far as he wants, and he will never admit defeat, "My life is up to me, not to the sky"!

What should I do when the turmoil stops and I encounter beautiful scenery? Is it raining?

It is better to drown in the heart than to drown in people. Drowning in the heart can still swim, drowning in people can also be saved, drowning in the water is difficult to save!

The beauty is gone, what is left?

I met the splendid Oiran in the painting, gently swaying the young man's heart. Where are the tourists waiting to return to the ship, such as weaving chatter, waiting for the returnees? Light dreams are like smoke, light smoke is like dreams, and the desire to disperse will be dissipated and gathered. The moss is self-winding, the bamboo is covered, and the clouds and waves are temporarily hidden!

I went to the floating clouds, everything is a floating cloud! came to the interesting wooden block of imagination, but it is a generous way, not a colorful acquaintance, a person who has a lot of good things to come over, not a person who is good to try to give up. can't be delayed, just to block, what is the obstacle to the shackles and shackles in the heart?

The sunset is sad, the moon in my heart, there is no more beautiful color, there is nothing to say, I got a good baby!

All living beings are bitter, but Xiaomeng is handsome, round, and sweet!

When a new beginning is ushered in after failure, there is sunrise and sunset on the mountain, the clouds rise and fall, the tide rises and falls, and the restless world is sometimes not as fresh as in the green flowers and grass. It turned out that it was just a chance coincidence, not even a view, and I had to do something else in a hurry.

Really, the story begins with an unknown situation, and then, Zhao Xiaomeng meets a beautiful god, but he can't prove that the truth has no effect on this world.

The young and vigorous Zhao Xiaomeng slowly stopped singing, silently put away the hilt of the sword, and tried to summon a "small wooden block", but there was no reaction at first, so he said it a few times, and the disobedient wooden block slowly emerged, silently fading the clear glow of the freshwater green wood of the moonlight, which is worthy of "the idiot controls the back of the fairy mountain, and the cold dew is full of moonlight". Quietly and tactfully blended into the tranquility of the air, the restless space gradually flattened, and the scattered mud mixed with the coldness of the mountains and forests, but there was no trace of the darkness of the night. Luo Mu carefully looked at the small wooden block in his hand, at first glance there was nothing strange and strange, that is, there were some simple and thick wood grains that seemed to be still changing, so he put the wooden block on the ground, and found that there were some green changes, and the flowers and trees in the surrounding mountains and forests did not have any visions?!!

A little bit of pale cyan light flashed, and the flat ground of dozens of meters seemed to swing a little particle, but there was no dust settled, and the inch after inch of light was vast and vast, like the sun in the cracks, people's hearts were sinister, and there was always a moment when the heart opened to the sun with good thoughts! If it weren't for the fact that it was close to evening now, it might not be possible to tell whether it was the wooden block that disappeared out of thin air without a trace, and the beautiful ripples rippled through the vicissitudes of the mountains one after another. Heavy as a mountain, it was a farce, and the deep green light flickered and disappeared in an instant, and variedly, and a wonderful thing fell from the very low place where it was suspended, and its wings fluttered many times and fell to the ground. It looks like a blue bird, and it's lively and cute. Still drawing gourds, the Aoki block soon transforms into a dark lotus flower, and a faint flame rises nearby, warming the disoriented. You can also turn into a lively and active villain, drawing things in places that you don't know what kind of pattern they are.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world!

There was a hazy moonlight in the distance, and I had to clench the light in my hand, something like fate...... Looking back at dusk, the man was in a state of flux, and the lights were still slowly flowing with the traces of time......