There are feet of peaches in the peach blossom dock, which is not as good as the earth to give friendship!

If there is any story to tell in this world, it is probably Mr. Teaching who is spitting on the stage!

Even if the sudden storm turns this ancient and dilapidated city upside down, Zhao Xiaomeng can always find something to do in the boring and lonely rainy night, after helping to solve all the chores in the inn that is not usually very lively, he quickly returned to the resting place arranged by the inn. But no matter how many sad red dust passers-by will be in the heart of the rain when the rain falls, pedestrians walk in the muddy dust, rain, the old hometown is deep in the grass and trees, your heart of the duckweed in the reflection is always looking for the company in and out of the play, wet the beauty of the heart, can never go back to the silhouette of the red candle, as if quietly talking about the secrets of the old years... Who is playing a song with a yellowish pipa like new, "East Wind Breaking", which is like an old word, can't finish! Blurred the spark that can ignite the prairie fire, and mistakenly thought that the night is long and there is no end to it!

The most annoying and the most familiar night, always as scheduled, tired of seeing the wasted rivers and lakes in the flow of the river and lakes looking for colorful paintings, brightening the whole sky, looking for the stars in the lonely night sky, but also to see the original color. Loneliness froze the outline of the city, and it was the faint light and darkness of the fireflies mentioned in the dark and terrifying forest, proving that there was a desolate and inhabited dark forest inside. It's too noisy, so I look for a "winding path to a secluded place", facing the open place, planted with a few green bamboo forests, listening to the insect concerto, watching the stars and the moon with you, and choosing a quiet catharsis!

Unknown people, after every day's hard work and business, will know how hard to pay and harvest when the morning dawn of a new day comes, because they will do a good job every day. The expectation of the rising sun, the dusty people will always have a new atmosphere after hard preparations, but the rotten vegetable leaves left on the ground by the old man who sold vegetables last night have not yet been cleaned, and there are always countless truths in the cliché emphasizing the birth of a new thing, there will be too many obstacles. The infinite spread of the obstacles, as usual, shuttled through the bustling streets, and the ox carts loaded with goods came to a standstill, and were placed in front of the shops. The heart will change, but the neighbors bargain for a few two meters and a few bundles of vegetables every day, and they can't get along, their faces are red, how calm they usually are, and they will "be unforgiving" at this time, there is no silver two, and they will always worry about five buckets of rice all day, and they will go to the gambling house every day to forget the gambling money, "bet, gamble, gamble, every time you gamble, you will lose, nine out of ten bets, but you can always gamble and lose, and then you can do nothing day after day, and the drunkenness and wine that come out are the best anecdotes", but there are lazy people who are serious and hard-working, The orderly development of the city needs to be indignant, need to work hard for money, rice, oil and salt, need a stable environment, need the recognition of others, need the understanding and smile of pedestrians passing by, and the life of ordinary people may be truly rich! The sun has risen, and the lazy can't keep up with it!

There are small places to go in the small city, Zhao Xiaomeng walked on the lively road, feeling that when he went out in the morning, the inn had not yet opened for business, so he planned to visit the shops that had not been visited yet, so that there would be nothing to do today. Some of the pedestrians I met were smiling enthusiastically, some were rushing to the next place with heavy luggage, some were bustling with the business of goods placed on the side of the road, and some were very happy to feel that they were strangers but had become regular customers of the permanent city, and they were very good at making money for a long time. But there are very few people who actually buy things, as if they are all too familiar. In the sunlight, there are shiny red paper lanterns, the surface of which is painted with vivid pictures, and the edges of the paper that are easily torn are folded in half, like an oval on fire. In some corners that no one pays attention to, a group of carefree and innocent children are happily flying kites, chasing the pace of kites, and forgetting the instructions of their old parents at home when they run away, not to be too playful, and to be careful of being punished by the storyteller. When the night misses the day, there is no way to explain the gray world!

Zhao Xiaomeng may not be a lucky person, but walking, walking, you can always meet a lot of interesting people, unconsciously hesitated to the quiet street corner, the sky is still drizzling, listening to some unusual movements inside, take a closer look, and there is nothing. I originally wanted to take a detour, but there were a few men and women dressed up in graceful ways, very good men and women, step by step, Yingying Yanyan actually did not surround the left and right, it may be the tight hydrangea in the hand, throwing around, fun to the extreme, I thought it was the love of the peach blossoms in the ten miles of farewell, the beautiful girl embroidered the love of the lover with a needle and a thread, such as the mountains and flowing water, straight down, a hair and out of control, and like an arrow from the string, there is no return, the feeling of retention has been irrepressible. "The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing"! If a poet passes by here at this time, he will definitely take a few steps back, feel it, and give a few lines of poetry by the way,

It's so familiar with Rain Alley, it seems that I've been here before!!

Holding a red paper umbrella, sad, mourning,

Walk through in the long, prolonged, wide and narrow

Lonely streets,

He met

One by one, they are scabbed

A grumbling young girl.

She has

Rose-like reserve,

The fragrance of jasmine,

Sorrow like a withered leaf,

Girl's feelings are always poetry in the rain,

Complaining, singing, there is no reflection in the alley,

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like a mechanical repetitive puppet, carrying a red lantern like flowing water is prosperous and lively,

It's like a zombie walking in the ice and snow,

The scenery is nothing but their landscape,

The quiet windmill silently orchestrates the script of the tragedy,

The indifferent red paper is painted with the painting of the skin girl, shaking the peach blossom fan painted by the ghost, and the sad and melancholy is laughing at the flower in the heart of the painting.

You don't look like ghosts???

She approached the dim light,

Pasted with yellow flowers, and depicting the story of the red dust woman,

Time waits quietly!!

As if she hadn't been here, the banana evil ghost (in charge of the spell) caressed the ghost sound of the pipa, and the leisurely floating show forgot the girl's expectations,

Like a dream,

Complaining like a dream.

Like floating in a dream, she is on the bridge, she is by the stream, and she has become someone else's dream.

A sprig of cloves,

We used to hug each other,

Later, she walked quietly, far away, closer, as if by her side,

What about happiness, how did you hide outside the decadent fence?

Walk through this rainy alley that never ends.

In the merciless rain, in the lament of the night maiden, the vampire is composing the seventh chapter of the night,

Eliminate the fig leaf of her orchid pollen,,

talked about her joys and sorrows and was still acting, and counted his countless stories,

dissipated, even hers

Persistent Guardian of Love!!

The comic Shakespeare never acknowledged his or her talents, just like Romeo and Juliet!!

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in a long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I want to float by,

A clove-like,

A girl with a grudge!

The sparrows in the trees are laughing at how stupid and ridiculous it is to divide and combine love, "It rains all night, my love with you overflows like rain, butterflies in flowers, like beautiful chapters flying in the poem, the talented and beautiful woman in the script of the story is continuing to write her own story, and writing the love of you forever into the end of the poem, you are the only thing I want to know"! is talking sweet love words, but in my heart it is the words of separation that hate endlessly. Zhao Xiaomeng happened to encounter the separation scene of other people's joys and sorrows, a little reluctant, and even a little guilty, if there is extra silver taels in the purse, he will definitely buy a few blessing bags for these lovers and sisters with strong love, and express a few guilt!

Zhao Xiaomeng walked to the rouge shop in the city, passing by the shop selling silk and satin, and saw a girl who was very tall but had a childish face, carrying a verdant and straight bamboo branch, sitting on the dilapidated and barren threshold, looking at herself blankly, and greeting him with a smile. The kind-hearted Zhao Xiaomeng thought about it for a long time, and found that it was better to forget it, and turned around and left!

Finally escaped from the bad separation picture, Zhao Xiaomeng panicked along the way, not that there was any terrible chasing soldier behind, but came to the monk temple outside the last time, Zhao Xiaomeng saw that the temple gate was closed, and suddenly came out of it A few skinny old monks, wearing a shabby gray and white robe with a few patches, holding a few yellow freshly bought brooms, sweeping the flowers in front of the court, the merciless autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, but the old monk turned a deaf ear, It seems that the flowers on the trees are the scenery that these old monks like. If you meet a few flower demons at this time, you will happily pick a few flowers to offer, as the saying goes: the Buddha plucked flowers and the leaves smiled, the flowers in front of the Buddha are really indecent and indecent things! "The sadness of breaking up, the melancholy of leaving, the feeling of those who have loved is too deep, our first love is like the dandelion agreement, saying that we want to be together, but it will be blown away by the wind in the world"... There is a respectable extreme, and many of the characters in front of the monk's temple are not simple, it may be that the rich king has become a beggar on the side of the road overnight; may be an old-fashioned storyline of heroes saving beauty, full of routines; It could be a beautiful peacock girl dancing sexually seductively...... A human tragedy that is more pitiful than the other may never be able to tell who is right and who is wrong. After entering the monk's temple and practicing like an ascetic, what is the feeling of the world when you escape into the empty door and then enter the prosperous world? This ordinary monk is no different from the ordinary people of the world, the monks temple precepts and rules are particularly numerous, do not wear expensive silk, the folded robe is washed over and over again, the sutras can not be satisfied, often knock on the wooden fish on the futon, while thinking about the coarse tea and light rice prepared in the backyard every day, this time of penance is really a lot of happiness! It's a pity that there are too many rules in the temple, and the legends of Pudu sentient beings, such as monks who travel in the city encounter lost items on the road, they often draw circles with the people next to them, and then sit quietly on the side, often waiting hard for a few days without results, but under normal circumstances, the ridiculous monks laugh at all kinds of things in this world, draw circles, and the thick miscellaneous of the world are inseparable, and the monks can't do it, there will be bursts of rippling dust and ashes on the monk's fixed and unchanging nasty wooden fish!

Perhaps, I will meet a few interesting people, and I will feel that lonely people are not alone! The round little girl ha, ha, Hadi laughed three times in a row, but no matter how you look at it, it seems to be emboldening herself, Zhao Xiaomeng observed carefully, felt very interesting, and did not reveal the truth of this scene of poverty, before walking the rivers and lakes together, how many bloody and bloody situations have been passed, and applauded for many rivers and lakes to tease monkeys, and has been played by charlatans like monkeys, this little girl has never admitted defeat, scolded the most fiercely, and ran the fastest. There is a little monk who is unwilling to be lonely and secretly hides from the monk master to come out to play, a smart and honest little monk who looks cute and delicate, and said politely and gently to the delicate and lovely little girl: "It's rare to run out of the temple where you meditate and chant the scriptures, with naïve dreams, and suddenly feel that this world is really not a thing, let's go, anyway, the people we want to meet have already met, fate, everyone, if you don't go back to the temple, the master and the mother are going to quarrel in a rage again, or the abbot is better to talk, and it's rare to always blow his beard and stare when he is angry, He is very angry, but sometimes he is still very bad, and he is often punished to fetch water to drink"! 233

Infatuated in his heart, Zhao Xiaomeng can't do it, even now, he refuses to believe that there will be so many hardships and setbacks in this world. It's like a tragedy in the ancient city in the early morning, like a pair of lovers who can't love anymore in the middle of the roaring mountains and forests of hell, looking for someone they like, remembering the emptiness, pain and happiness of love, and embracing each other. However, I love to listen to the sounds of nature, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and listen to the sad music that someone is crying! Tragedy turns out to be the destruction of beautiful things for people to see, and they don't know it. Perhaps we all know how unpredictable and tolerant the mysterious nature is. Oh, I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, this side does not believe in love and does not have much faith, a poor nightingale is sighing euphemistically, disappointed again and again in anxious waiting, and finally stopped at this lesson tree, silently thinking about something. On the other side, on the other side, the other nightingale laughed and cursed, angrily, and let out the same sigh, and from the distant hillside there was a faint voice of approval.

There are also owls that keep calling and sing a warm nocturne, and also sow the seeds of love and hope to the land of China that we are looking forward to. Listening carefully, Zhao Xiaomeng heard that this was the most pitiful, melancholy and best music in nature, as if the truth that was often said in the past was old to scum, and kept it in its spiritual home forever - that heavy sigh lasted for a long time, as if telling a lot of strange stories quietly in the forest. Everything that works well has been destroyed, but I can't say what happened, if there is no sincerity and kindness in this world, many people will not go crazy, Zhao Xiaomeng thinks that this world full of beautiful imagination is full of evil ghosts, crazy gods, and the roar of stupid people. But now from the distant trees came a ticking sound of time stop, and thought it was the season of time to secretly patronize, as if devastating, the butterfly that stopped at the end of the dead branch was left helplessly fluttering its gray wings, from far and near, that tone sounded beautiful, it almost had a hint of connotation, in the face of the world full of malice, and at the same time had a wealth of ideals, whether it was day or night, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter how hypocritical to sincere people, All of them can realize beautiful dreams!

It's not yet noon, it is estimated that there are now so many guests in the inn who are drinking and eating and chatting for a while. Zhao Xiaomeng didn't say a word, and thought silently, isn't the so-called bustling world just you?

One seed is missing, and one silver tael is lost!

A piece of cheese is missing, a war horse is lost;

One less bee, one lost Bole!

One enemy is missing, one victory is lost;

One less victory, one lost ideal!

In the sunny place, she saw the person opposite smiling and waving to her, and she set off the fireworks that had already been night in her heart! I thought it was who, it turned out to be him who set off fireworks in the dark night that we didn't know in our hearts.

[Avengers 123]