In late autumn, the town is mild and peaceful, just like an old woman who goes into the city to sell chickens, chattering and complaining about the hardships of the road and the sadness of people walking to tea and cool. At this time, the tall and straight old tree shivered in the cold wind, and from time to time dropped a few withered yellow leaves. The mountain people who have been working hard for a year have begun to enter the winter break, and the hunters will occasionally go into the mountains to catch some game to add some oil and water to their wives and children. The people of the city are simple, honest, accustomed to the rule of life of "sunrise and sunset", and meet strangers one by one in the bustling shuttle, but pretend to know, and get the most attention from the heavens, but ignore the world under their feet, the people are suffering, the green water and green mountains are long-flowing, and they are more and more able to endure and perseverance in the cold nature and living environment, and they are as strong as an iron horse in the crowded crowd. Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted hoarsely, "Are you the devil?" It is him, it is him, the sun in our hearts, and, moreover, an out-and-out devil! As high as the status of the people, as high as the sun is high...... However, a warm and old autumn wind suddenly appeared, and occasionally a few graceful girls whistled happily in the dark clouds and the eaves were happily formed in a circle, circle and circle, every day, every day, waiting for the man in the family to come back, maybe went to the south of the city to borrow a few meters or two, and then bought a few taels of wine in the alley in the east of the city, but the unappreciative aunt found fault and scolded a few words, but there was no good fruit to eat. Penny's twilight is looking forward to it, relying on it in vain...... Zhao Xiaomeng walked through the streets of the market with a heavy heart, occasionally looking back, in front of the Jialan Temple, describing the withered old monk silently sweeping the fallen leaves all over the ground, singing the music of Buddhism and Brashma that the people often recite in the market every day, which is better than the sound of glamour: "The sound of prosperity, escaping into the empty door, tormenting the world, the dream is cold, tossing and turning, and there are a few love debts." If you acquiesce, life and death are withered, withered and waited, withered and waited, and then circled by year. Futu Tower, how many layers are broken, whose soul is broken? ”

A few crickets from far and near, "crickets, crickets, crickets", sounded in the corner of the dilapidated wall......

However, Zhao Xiaomeng met a scholar who stayed under the tree to enjoy the shade, just like the cunning and delicate mouse in the survival game of cat and mouse chased by a fat cat in a desperate situation, he was so frightened that he did everything he could, and thought that he was calmly watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court! If nothing else, the truth has triumphed, but they think that they have lost their faith, and there are scholars who are slowly fanning their hands like the wind, they may in turn desperately want to bite the orange cat, and the danger can no longer be dangerous, it turns out to be an inexplicable farce, and it may be the stone grinding hands in the streets every day, full of shocking calluses, desperately trembling and stretching out their hands, pointing to the bustling hustle and bustle of the streets, "It's better to do some idle work and do a foolish job", just say, don't raise your head, as usual, panting and pushing the wooden handle to slowly grind the time of the day, but unfortunately it will not go back!

Zhao Xiaomeng walked happily on the silent and boring street, as if no one could understand, he took a not very heavy burden containing medicinal herbs, and gently walked in a heavy heart. There are shepherd boys to lead the green cow that keeps throwing its tail, and from time to time a few gadflies are followed behind, just please can't get rid of the noon sun, some hot and spicy feeling, and even the street is a little shiny but can be able to pave the footsteps of each comer, there is a little girl with a sheep's tail pigtail is in the edge of the farmer's carefully knitted fence and quite neat and spacious vegetable garden to stop and watch, I don't know why I have been in a daze. Zhao Xiaomeng sighed: "After being in the cage for a long time, I can return to nature......

If there is anything to describe the situation at this time, it must be "the west wind withered the green trees last night." Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. I want to send color notes and rulers"! However, lacking the mood to appreciate the scenery along the way and all kinds of people walking in a hurry, as well as Zhao Xiaomeng, who has no intention of winning the heart, finally passed a few blocks, I thought there would be some interesting goods to sell, but in addition to the unchanged satin, gouache, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and waiting for a long time to wait for a person to buy anything in the store, it seems that the business is losing money and not losing money, it can be reluctantly good, there will not be no silver two into the account, maybe a few young and handsome sons and daughters-in-law come in to order a few batches of goods, money has fallen, that is, the old people who are used to living a hard life and are rich understand the truth, "rich but three generations, or hard work", hahaha, the laughter went farther and farther, and said who it was, it turned out to be a regular customer who often talked about business, no, oh oh, it was a certain squire who had never visited this kind of shop business when he first came to finish the things nearby, and he came to be generous a few times, and it was okay these days!

This mottled city, which is quite thick and stable, has the Chunmei River that has continued to this day, and loneliness is a small paper boat, slowly drifting on the way forward, lonely little dreams and wishes, and whether there is a pure white desire that is not mixed. Quietly slipped out, came to the bank of the river of the vigorous little boys and girls, took advantage of the spare time that finally escaped from Mr. Teaching in the school villa, with a few pieces of paper sent to the students by Mr. Xueshu to fold a few paper weak paper boats, can not withstand the wind and rain, what other colors, are full of blessings, with immature and small hands gently put the origami boat into the slowly flowing river, no wind and no rain, but the boat, after several changes of hands, has disappeared in the river of time. Then, they ran away, smiling happily and glad they weren't spotted by the adults!

The end of the world is the wind and sand, the story of the red dust is called the concern of the end of the micro, and the sealing knife is hidden in the ordinary inn, under the east fence. Idle clouds, look at the clouds in the sky, the ancient monks with few incense knock on the wooden fish with words, there is no ancient temple in their hearts. Gallop with a whip and fight in the rivers and lakes. It's nothing more than that fame and fortune can't be let go, how can a person with a country in his heart be happy and chic..........

At noon, Zhao Xiaomeng returned to the inn, and found that there were not many guests at noon, maybe today's business was not very good, the old man who sat outside the door yesterday may not have something to do, the proprietress who still has the charm of the store is enthusiastically soliciting business, and the friendly attitude towards each guest is the quality of running a good restaurant, full of smiles, ushered in the bitterness of drinking nowhere to pour, it has become a convenient place for people in the rivers and lakes of Tiannan and Haibei to communicate with people from all over the world, and the fish and dragons are mixed. However, it is not often encountered that fights cause a lot of tables, chairs and benches to stagger, and conflicts still do not occur in well-governed cities. said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Zhao Xiaomeng came back to the inn where the customers were depressed, and saw that the shopkeeper was idle and had nothing to do to settle the accounts, so he divided five by two, and handed over a burden containing medicinal materials to the proprietress very quickly. The proprietress who is very good at handling things asked Zhao Xiaomeng to start helping out in the inn to do what she could, so she went to work first. But Zhao Xiaomeng did a simple thing of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks after drinking all kinds of guests, some had nothing to do, but I didn't expect the old man of the store to invite a few drinks in front of the table, Zhao Xiaomeng, who has always been forbearant and modest, couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the old man, hurriedly made a gesture and talked to him about the wine, the light hand that picked up the wine glass, shook it slowly, and drank it well, who said "spit the truth after drinking", silently stared at the wine in the cup, crystal clear, it is said to be the best "daughter red", drank a few sips and found that the taste was OK, but the face was slightly flushed, I couldn't help but burp a few times, swaying with a burst of alcohol, dizziness, circle after circle, and finally fell into calm, silently crying...... The wind of the Red Dust Inn is like a knife, the rain falls, the fate knocks, whoever leads the way in the martial arts, I will bend my waist just for you! The deceptive love story, the wind of the Red Dust Inn is like a knife, the rain falls, and the fate knocks, just to hug you like a hug!

In the afternoon, Zhao Xiaomeng finished the work in the store and found an opportunity to go to the hillside outside the city to play quietly. Ten clear and turbid, no one is perfect, it may be imperfect and perfect, not to mention that the girl who is lost in the forest is not the protagonist, but has a fresh and refined temperament, have you met the red fox who likes to play with the flowers, and occasionally three or two butterflies that stop in the flowers, did not attract the attention of the cunning little fox, turned around, and flew away leisurely. But the fox's tail still did not show out, always vigilant of the danger around him, the hateful big bad wolf did not come to bully it, and the little red fox ignored the few butterflies that could not find flowers......

Those who have left the dusk say that the sunset is okay and there is a brilliant sunset, just like the heavy clouds slowly dyed with the golden colossus of gods and men, some like fish swimming in the water, some like a trace of quiet ripples suddenly swaying on the stagnant water surface, some like naughty cats teasing flowers and plants, and some like paintings...... It can't be compared in words, and it gradually emerges. The mist in the mountains crept into the forest faintly, like a ghost, and did not cause any movement, as if nothing had happened, and it was as if a poet had recited a wonderful proverb in the evening in the empty and lonely slope: "The sunset and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky", promising many kind and pure dreams. The gray and white fog of dusk spreads faintly, hanging on the branches that can't find the end, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, which may not dissipate by tomorrow morning!

Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as you, the oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return, but who has neglected to wait, Zhao Xiaomeng is quietly on the mountain when he looks at the sunset alone, there is a beautiful lake in front of him, time seems to have stopped, the lake, the sunshine, the grass, the air have completely stopped, I didn't expect the dark clouds in the sky to cover the few sunshines, but as solemn and elegant as dusk, the birds and birds full of fruits are close to nature, and like to return to nature with a little wildness, and the space of heaven and earth has a communication like nothing, However, in the chaotic world, the spiritual power around him is running very well, and he is becoming more and more familiar with "Dead Wood Jue", and he has improved a little, but I don't know if he can return to the inn and learn better skills? Absolutely. What's even more hilarious is that the elves in the forest sing like a singer in nature, and they never sing the songs of the night to the people of the town, and even if they do, it is very rare...... A swarm of blood-devouring ants was attracted to carrion, and I looked at the lonely landscape with a blank face. And in the world of the jungle, there is not the slightest sympathy...... Beautiful birds are singing among the branches, and shepherds are looking at the sky on the other side!? I just want to be a beautiful man quietly, and the gentle story seems to be told in the forest, as if it can never be finished!

The ragged shepherd, staggering to the broken meadow, walked to the place where they had separated, beside the great tree that had long since withered, and touched the stone slab on which she had sat every day awaiting his return...... Outside the city, the sound of a shepherd's flute sounded, and passers-by told the general that there had been a woman here who had been waiting for her beloved's return......

The grass in the distance is like a painting in the distance, as if the bubbles rising in the sunlight have pierced the naked truth of reality, and suddenly the quaint copper coins that float and sink in the water seem to be right or wrong, don't be too entangled in their correctness. Covered in silver, the land beyond the lake seemed to be covered with layers of thin and tender autumn clothes, and a small horizontal bubble held up a trivial dream, unrealistic, and easily became an island, and it dawned on me that the truth I insisted on was that dry leaves and unnutritious land may be nothing more than wild flowers and weeds that no one appreciates!

At this time, Zhao Xiaomeng put away his reluctance to play with his feelings, imagining the beauty of everything, not so beautiful, just like the suffering and frustration encountered in reality, as cruel as the suffering and setbacks encountered in reality, the muddy human heart, who can understand it thoroughly, just like Zen without speaking, the second is like comprehending the ordinary life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, the third is like the enlightened Tao of nature, the fourth is as fresh and elegant as the vulgar, and the fifth is like the deep consciousness of the world...... Its cultivation is far away! It's better to go back to the warm inn full of imagination, fill your stomach first, and then solve all kinds of troubles and troubles, tomorrow is tomorrow, tomorrow is less and more. Empty time waits, everything is empty and sighs! Zhao Xiaomeng vaguely thought of an interesting thing, after returning to the inn, this magical and wonderful world does not believe in tears and love, but at least Mr. Storyteller has:

There stood a sheep herder, and at that time the grass was barren, and there was a flock of sheep free,

His thoughts are as clear and blue as the sky,

He herds his flock,

The wolf is coming, and maybe I still believe in the crooked story,

Gives him a sense of security and comfort at all times!

If there is a late April Fangfei, Zhen Huan has no truth or falsehood in the mirror. Red makeup in front of the blue lantern stand. The snow is deep and deep, and the red wall is painted, and the paste paper is poured into the spring grass and shallow hairpins. True love is everywhere in the world. Poor plum branches fold red ying. The wind and rain are she said!