Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove. In the past, people were like dreams, halfway through fantasy, and they were embarrassed in their dreams!

The silent mountain forest suddenly sounded a cold call, the sky was bright, but it was the silence of Yilin that broke the twilight!

The breeze is gentle, and the dreams of the night are still going on silently! However, there was a faint crisp and pleasant silver bell in the wind, jingling, Zhao Xiaomeng is really not the kind of person who is afraid of ghosts at night, but who in the world is not afraid of the ghosts in their hearts? So, he deliberately deceived himself, and sometimes he covered his ears and stole the bell and may meet the owner of the bell! It seems that there are bursts of strange sounds floating from a long distance, as if something strange is happening in the valley, or endure this curiosity, and have the opportunity to talk about it after a while, Zhao Xiaomeng was thunderous, up and down between the mountains and mountains, and returned to this plain after a while.

The old gods were whispering, cold and rainy, silently waiting for Godot. However, when I got to the lie, I was still waiting for love to get old. Then wait for the wind, the promised land, just for a promise, the breath of sorrow!

Angels do not look for demonic attachments in hell, but in the gurgling streams of the streams, looking for memories of the past. However, the aquatic plants did not understand the blowing of the spring breeze, and vaguely remembered that there were lightly rotating dragonflies on the lotus leaves, and remembered stillly. Looking and looking, in addition to touching the hard and slippery stone, I carefully identified it, only to find that it looked like a vague and clear angel. Angel, Angel, you are the sad one.

After a few heavy breaths of relief, Zhao Xiaomeng anxiously took a bag of picked up dead wood branches, like an arrow, what is more important than returning to the city smoothly at this time? Speaking of this, his mind calmed down. He silently ran the exercises, and there didn't seem to be much progress in his cultivation......

That was the first layer of "Dry Grass Formula", Zhao Xiaomeng got the practice of this formula by chance, and practiced it in this desolate and uninhabited wood, although the disorder of the space was not very familiar, but it still made Zhao Xiaomeng look forward to it. After the exercise has a full introduction, it is said that it can transform magic, use the aura of heaven and earth, and form an aura shield of defensive power in the surrounding heaven and earth, and wait until the exercise progresses, and can use the aura to communicate.

In the dark night, Zhao Xiaomeng's figure appears and disappears in the forest path where light and shadow change, and this desolate and uninhabited area is full of mystery and weirdness!

The scenery on the mountain is pleasant, but the cold wind is constantly blowing, which chills the four seasons. The wind seems to be mixed with the breath of Qiu Po roaring and calling for a good harvest, and before the greeting is quietly sent a wisp of gentle warmth, the thick yellow earth silently carries this vicissitudes of life. The drama of the dry and hard skin of the earth being quietly brushed away by the moisturizing and silent autumn rain is really funny and ridiculous! The quiet lake is like a turquoise bronze mirror, where is the sad girl, does she really care? Mountains and flowing water, thank you, trees and flowers are covered, reflecting the determination to be in the same boat through thick and thin, although "the boat of friendship is overturned", but although the beautiful scenery is very beautiful, but also have the mood to see the scenery. Delicately, people are waiting for the withered petals to fall into the water in the lotus canopy, and they can no longer distinguish the good intentions of Hua Shuimu!

In the distance is a dark and dense fir forest, each of which is straight and strong, with spires towering into the sky, like a Praetorian Guard in black armor, bringing a heavy oppressive force. The mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the mountainside is filled with a smoky mist, and only a black, white and gray background can be seen, hiding all the secrets behind it. The thin streams that disappear near and appear in the distance flow down the valleys, or merge into the river, or disappear without a trace, may be a world of water, it can really be said: the sea is inclusive, there is tolerance!

It is the night, all the sounds are silent, faint and faint, the light dusk seems to have lost the light of the light, a little bit of light rain is like a lost child can't help crying, pouring too much disappointment and persistence, still by the clear stream, a small fish like a thin line is leisurely staying on the shore, freely spitting bubbles in the water. There are three or two squirrels leisurely by the pine tree, lazily stretching their swift figures like the wind, while laboriously picking the pine cones hanging from the trees. In the silence to a terrible condensation, how many sentient beings are suffering, only the obsessive little fish chasing the flawless and beautiful mistakes of flowers in the water has to be obtained! Suddenly, I was startled back by the mischievous stones thrown into the water by the children playing on the shore, and scattered in all directions! Like the stars in the sky that are forever in annihilation, silently twinkling in the sky, a charming and sacred glimmer!

Beautiful memories become fragments, a kind of silent thing that no one can afford to look down on, I thought it was humble, but I didn't expect it to be love, and it bloomed in the desert, proud and indulgent, and the more I grew up, the more lonely I became. The darkness of the night in the depths is boundless, stealing a sense of powerlessness. Helplessness is a kind of hypocrisy that moans without disease, everything works steadily, dares to break the shackles of routine, and is worthy of a beam of light in the night, dusk will be night, night will come......

is not a poet and can't think, so Zhao Xiaomeng walked like a painter on the forest path full of flowers.

was overwhelmed by reality, so I watched the petals of peach blossoms fall quietly, scattered into mud and more protective flowers, like the muddy ground that has rained, how many once beautiful flowers and leaves have been buried in the beautiful trees and leaves!

Autumn in the small town is bright and pure, and the wind blows as if mixed with the quiet and warm smell of the river, quietly sending wisps of fresh cold air. The thick yellow clay silently blends into this ancient and young land like "ploughing the darkness and serving the light". The ice is quietly blown away by the silent spring of moisturizing things, the quiet lake is like a flawless mirror, and the interweaving of mountains and water, stones and trees is reflected in the subtle light, with a purity from the earth.

In the distance is a black pine forest that can't see the five fingers, the pine leaves are like crystal clear yellow beads, and there is some fragrance when you smell it, and the mountains are roaring silently, verdant, and the peaks reach into the sky, standing straight upright, like an army team dressed in armor, and there is a gloomy oppression from the places outside the mountains and rivers. Whose protection and love are rotten by the sea dry stones, it is: "The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the light of the armor opens to the sun." Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken"! How many battles have taken place have become an endless and inexhaustible past with this quiet valley, and the catkins are not as good as the wind......

The mountains embrace the beauty and badness of the night, the mountains are stacked, the winding halfway up the mountainside has a dark and green ghost-like rock and a colorful mist scattered against the background of dusk, if you go there, there is a black, white and gray background, like a beautiful woman in light makeup and heavy makeup always appropriately spend different rouge gouache, hoping to get the appreciation of the natural green world. Hide everything that happens in the mountains, hidden from the public, waiting for someone to reveal it. The autumn breeze warms, with the cold of the night when the stream is cold, a waterfall is formed at the foot of a certain mountain, gurgling to the people's homes, or impatiently merging into the river, or hiding without a trace, so a pleasant painting of the pastoral scene that the mountain rain is not like, alas, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings......

I carefully avoided stepping on it, for fear of destroying the blossom in my heart, but no matter how much I avoided the muddy water, I still couldn't avoid stepping on it, trampling on the fragrance and beauty of the flower bones......

So, with a heavy heart, he ran to the quiet well water, washed his face with a handful of cold spring water, and finally calmed down a little, the shape of the person was reflected in the clear water, and the bright moon was reflected in the heart of the person!

A breeze blew, causing ripples and slowly becoming cloudy......

The iron armor has rusted, the crane snow feathers have broken, the moon has died, and the sky is gone. Kyushu is divided between the north and the south, and the world is in Kyushu today. But a dream of Jiangnan pillow sorghum!

I, yes, am I still that sunny and warm boy, but the beautiful flowers are still, aren't they?

In my dream, I saw the beautiful her smiling at me and waving her hand at me, as if to tell me something, and there were no more tears.......

I believe that tragedy is not only the story of autumn, but also the first day after the rain!

At this time, walking out in the faint morning mist, Zhao Xiaomeng is really not as simple as a cute teenager, he is a brave star who walks alone in the dark, the problem is not, it is "the teenager does not know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words". No, he's made his way through the fog and back into the city!!

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the store, Zhao Xiaomeng found that the store was still napping, and his mouth was still blowing the wind with "zi, zi, zi", it looked like a comfortable and lazy old man, usually nothing happened, he liked to sit outside the door, observe the lively market where people come and go, and recall that their day's work is always rewarded, it is better to go to the restaurant to have a few drinks, a plate of peanuts, a few plates of home-cooked dishes, a plate of dry braised beef, if there are a few neighborhood friends who usually chat with each other, it is definitely a great blessing in life, isn't it happy! The old people in the store, every time they think of this, they can't help but smile with memories, and they always mutter, why hasn't this day passed? My stomach is growling with hunger, so good, hahaha!

No matter how sweet the mundane is, the tastes are mixed, and the indescribable emotions may not be known to the store, they have survived countless hardships and hardships together, and they have been in the same boat, but they have lost to the trivial things in reality. Won the time of autumn wind affection, but quarreled in the ordinary trivialities, the hotel drank porridge and warm, lost to reality, and could still drink in the noisy tavern? At this time, the female shopkeeper would always chatter and point to the shopkeeper who was not quick to talk non-stop, while settling the accounts very quickly, although she was very busy, but the hand holding the abacus was not dull at all. The hotel is not often open, but everyone still comes to drink and have fun every day, and they get drunk after three glasses and two glasses? Maybe those bearded men are still making a "glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, you will immediately urge, you will not smile when you are drunk and lying on the battlefield, and a few people will return to fight in ancient times??

After that, Zhao Xiaomeng received a few reprimands in the inn, and he didn't reprimand too harshly, so he hurried to the backyard firewood room to buy dry wood, in exchange for a little silver taels, and also used it for many purposes, for the time being, "be a monk for a day and ring the bell for a day"! Life is not only bitter and sweet, but also the hardships of firewood, rice, oil and salt!?

We can use millet, peach blossoms and river water,

Make a good wine to nourish the parched heart!

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust!