Is the sky untouchable called a rainbow,

Is a back-to-back hug called a breeze,

A man mourns a man,

Is it called loneliness?

Fate slipped away in an instant,

Time planning has a hard time,

You've promised and then you've forgotten,

The ethereal green hills play with stones,

The kite like the spring mud is like a swallow mud murmuring,

There are so many splendid woven dreams,

Thought that happiness would last forever!

Like the unchanging scenery accompanies us,

Quiet pig small treasure door outside the cane quinoa, silence and crying, you don't understand the happiness of pigs!

Recalling when the beauty of youth secretly fell,

We loved and then we were silent,

People come and go, as if they don't know each other,

In those years, we cried and said, "Pig, pig, you are such a lovely pig!"

Penance, penance, what about the world's number one immortal?

This wordless landscape,

Why is it quiet like a pure wind whistling through the clouds?

If the wishing tree can't find the fairy sister,

originally played hide and seek with us, hugged us from behind,

Nine sisters, nine sisters, lovely nine sisters, beckoning slightly,

Hello, fairy brother......

All that was originally obtained

It's not as gentle as the stars in the air overnight!

Remembering your smile, green and shallow,

It's like reaching out and touching the blue sky,

Is the sky untouchable called a rainbow,

Is a back-to-back hug called a breeze?

A man mourns a man,

Quietly gazing at the starry sky,

Once upon a time, crickets in the corners of the walls broke through the cracks.

That year, we waited together in the backyard for the meteor shower and made a promise!

There are so many brilliant dreams,

At least the memories will last forever,

I don't see you for a few seconds, like every three autumns!

Like the unchanging starry sky with us,

In the end, only the starry sky remains,

Like constant memories with us

The waves are misty, and Liu Yiyi.

The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot blossoms fly in the slanting sun.

Jiangnan spring is broken,

Qingping slightly end the red candle .......

Immortals have clouds, ancient immortal sects, cultivating immortals, ethereal, just at the foot of the mountain, Qingzhu Sect!

Deng Xiaobao gently touched his round belly, slowly came to the side of the parked carriage, walked on the repetition of the smoke and dust of history, like a phoenix in fire The blue bird held a delicate oil-paper umbrella, turned around, smiled slightly, like you once was! The bright flame is like a phoenix bathing in fire fluttering its wings and soaring in the disillusionment, you are the master of the gods, he peeked at a few charming eyes under the lamp from time to time and wore a few small pink flowers like a proud peony, the more she looked at it, the more she was excited, her eyelashes were curled very good-looking, just like the boundless greeting of the wind and moon on the willow branch, "the mirror appliqué yellow", counting how much foundation on the red paper can be played beautifully, pink and round, but will the crush of Senior Brother Yang like it? Deng Xiaobao is not very strong, but when it comes to the relationship between the brothers and sisters, it can still be very good, the thick beard and the thick nostrils of the pig Gangguan, there are so many brushes, and the dark yellow and dark yellow, usually and often laugh and play with the good brothers, this is not he also helped the usual relationship is okay Peony who looks delicate and cute brought some small objects that girls like paper, and Peony's slender and white little hands like shallots are wearing cheerful silver bells, Happy walk made a pleasant sound, and now met a few trees and flowers with a stop and quickly squatted down to pick a few beautiful flowers, because often meet lively and active little sisters, and even help each other, bullied or Deng Xiaobao to help the head, just like a sister and brother in a sect barely stood firm, a gust of wind blew, accompanied by a light fragrance, the stamens emitted a thick fog of strange flowers and plants, see flowers in the fog, more like flowers, picturesque like a flower-like woman!

When night fell, the square and regular east wing, the scattered houses were neatly arranged, and it looked particularly warm and beautiful in the quiet and quiet green hills, if a few disciples passed by and whispered something, "How have you been cultivating recently?" Tomorrow, the sect will compete with the senior brothers of Biefeng, so as to test whether the master's mastery of the sect has been learned......

Whenever the old Taoist talks about the Qingzhumen that he has worked hard to manage, and he has the style of the fairy family, he can't help but twist his white beard, and smile proudly, from the rare time to go down the mountain once, wander around, and finally accept a good apprentice with good talent and good bones, some winter wind is cold and ruthless, and it seems that Zhao Xiaomeng, who knows the affection and righteousness, quickly and continuously changes out a few misty blue flowers, just like the ghost in the flower of the demon when the flower falls. Unexpectedly, it happened to catch up with Deng Xiaobao, who was still holding the makeup brass mirror and shining on the bronze mirror innocently, and then said hello a few times enthusiastically, and placed them next to the table and chair without hesitation. The sunny old Taoist in the winter couldn't help but sneer, "Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror, he is not a person inside and out", so Deng Xiaobao dodged a curtain of dreams hanging in the air, and at the same time casually threw down the wildflowers he had just picked up on the side of the road. As the rosewood stone platform was filled with all kinds of delicious fruits, more and more annoying chores like fog flowers, the fog was intoxicating, getting thicker and thicker, "I was upset when I thought of every day's cultivation", and was still chattering, and in the end, Deng Xiaobao's figure completely disappeared into the mist rolled up by the endless green mountains outside this mountain. Such an approachable old Taoist of Zhuhua Pig helped his beloved apprentice arrange the residence of the sect, and after a few simple greetings, he slowly and methodically left the well-appointed residence where the apprentice of the immortal cultivator stayed!

There is a spacious square outside the green bamboo gate, Zhao Xiaomeng just finished settling down, put the burden in his hand in a clean and tidy room in an orderly manner, take a nap, and decided to go outside the courtyard to visit the pleasant scenery, lush and green, pine and cypress, all year round like spring, endless green mountains are like green beads in winter, the Xianshan Taoist Temple near is towering, there are a few clusters of lights in the low mountains in the distance, like small fireflies flying far away, If there is a faint fluorescence still hidden behind them in the eternal night, it can compete with the sun and the moon, if they are like old hunters in the mountains, they are hobbling, wandering, sullen, wearing heavy hats, wearing thin and warm winter clothes, quietly waiting for the patronage of the winter snow rabbit, flickering and flickering in the mysterious night, the whole green mountain is far away, as if the old fairy who guards the fairy sect in winter has told a fairy tale to the cute and sensible little Taoist boy under the seat, beautiful and moving, Shrouded in a fantasy that is both false and real, the waiting for the rabbit to wait for their own well-being over and over again has desecrated the little sparks in the world!

No, while walking around, Zhao Xiaomeng came to the pillar 23 of the very magnificent fence with white jade masonry and stone, and happened to meet a few little boys with a few flowers and bones blooming, and said with a slight squint: "Look at your spirit, do you want to talk with us about some of the lively things that are going on in the party, it's really good, skr, chatter, those little boys who look like waste wood compare each other as they talk." If tomorrow's elders are still barely able to compete with the water-armored pig beast in the red-armored giant spirit god, looking up at the cloudless weather in the sky, the yin wind roaring, in this situation, and the tragedy is nothing more than the destruction of beautiful things to show people's basic and simple truth to the world step by step, what a cruel and worthwhile thing, but it can't enter the righteous and bright masculine circle of a few Taoist children for half a step, and it can still hold the scene! At this time, the little Taoist boy standing next to him kindly reminded a few words, the rustic dummy stood motionless in the martial arts arena, withstood the years of wind and rain, immovable as a mountain, the black weapon rack was full of long knives, halberds, sticks, sticks, swords, red tassel guns, short hammers, maybe he would ride an unruly red-maned horse to live the past years of galloping on the field and even turn over under the horse's belly, another clever and lovely Taoist boy came out of nowhere like full of anger, bragging that he had torn the fat horse in half. As he spoke, he put on an old-fashioned look. Wearing a few fiery red clouds embroidered with green ink Taoist robes, the little Taoist boy who was still competing just now in the northeast at the moment, not far from the hillside like a lonely Taishan standing in front of the mountain gate must have been a very remarkable figure in the past, "I am not afraid of broken bones, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south", the little Taoist boy who was immobile in the forest suddenly shouted in the cold wind, "Daoyou, please stay, call us Mu Daoyou, who is responsible for the reception in front of the mountain gate seriously and diligently, Standing gently on a giant tree surrounded by clouds, ignoring the others. As for the majestic gold-clothed girl who calmly walked over from the palace on the mountain in the distance, the cute and cute pig girl who still hugged the pipa and half-covered her face, she deserved to be a proud disciple of the sect. This naughty child must be very uneasy to let the elders in the door, the weather is annoying, and the whole circle of chickens and dogs is not peaceful, and now the situation, thinking that he has met an old acquaintance, pretended to be arrogant and asked: "Do we want to compare, look at you and look good, why not"? Zhao Xiaomeng, who was strolling leisurely, also learned to pretend to be calm, and replied unceremoniously: "The cute and loving nine sisters, I won't see you for a few seconds, like every three autumns, how good we are still harmonious, don't let it ....... for the time being."

The wind-blown squares, the raindrops falling through the trees, the places where the flow all the time. The heart of a child, the changing scenery, the scattered fragments of memory, and listening to the raincoat on the water side, smiling and waving......

As he was saying proudly, there was a drizzle in the sky, and Zhao Xiaomeng, who was smiling, was suddenly hit by a drop of water that was like a dreamy bubble, and there were different scenery in the same scene of the other party, and he couldn't help but float over faintly......

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the lamplight, the Deng Xiaobao, who looked a little like a heroic pig, trotted over all the way, found that it was late, and chased these inconspicuous butterflies whose wings were drenched by crystal pearl-like water droplets bit by bit, and looked at the end of the trail. One drop, two drops, three drops...... Nine drops, thousands of drops, gathered into a line, strung together, winter is not over, converged into a righteous and awe-inspiring sword hilt, the night is as cool as water, gently waiting for the distant green mountains that are as deep as the still water, and the scenery is everywhere in the near world! 666

From the beginning of the fire, there is an old Taoist with the style of a grandmaster, called Zhu Huazhen, who cares about this large-scale sect of cultivating immortals, is a very authoritative but usually likes to laugh and laugh old master of the sect, here is wind and fire, galloping, gently called, "Water Prison Technique", in an instant, the little Taoist boy who kept fighting used all his skills to understand the hard and broad chest of the red-clothed man who knew how to turn into a rune paper was gently pierced by the old Taoist's turquoise water sword, just like a rune armor sailor with a golden body of Arhat. The sword qi was long, and the sword light in the sky exploded violently. The magical sculpture in the shape of a puppet full of faith and dreams collapsed...... Is that lovely and affectionate friendship intertwined with endless time just abandoned without regard and never talked about again? Never try to reason with a cute and cute pig, analogous to everyone in all living beings, very stupid and naïve, sometimes pretending to be stupid 233 is not a good reason, it is really the eternal truth of the world to learn the ability of the gods and goddesses on the mountain, but the confetti scattered in the wind is silently telling that it used to be a "heaven is not afraid, the earth is not afraid" paper made of kite spinning in the blue sky! What's the difference, it's not the same? The bright flame rises and rapidly exudes a cold and fiery ballad, the blue depth of the night full of hope so sunk in the eternal night, the low-hanging and graceful stars are clearly flickering and flickering, is it the stone tablet from the distant space in the legend of the gods descending from the sky, engraved with a period of singing and crying years? The old Taoist has always been admired, respected, admired, loved and loved, why the forest that chases our sunset is no longer favored, and the warm charcoal fire frame is always a cold stone statue, the face is full of horizontal flesh, even if the call of thousands of incense in the world, and the extraordinary temple of righteousness, too indulged in the final fantasy is nothing more than an epic god fighting, can not illuminate the footsteps of the near sustenance in the distance, and the slow thorny fence is weak and steals half a day of leisure, which is the most wonderful moment. Isn't the world of immortals aspiring? Isn't the mysterious, round, faint light of the pearl talking to us affectionately? Is there something unheard? Safe and strong one after another immortals pay attention to physical cultivation, and can even shake the heavens and the earth when the body is particularly strong, because sitting next to the stone pier of the steps followed by the shadows, there is a place where only we know, at this time, silence is better than sound, joy and sorrow, only a fire, ruthless seems to have affection, the goddess of luck seems to have stayed by Zhao Xiaomeng's side, quietly, hugging him, warming the world, if this world ignites a fire, a group of people around the fire laughing, proving that this world is not so bad, warms the time, proving that there are still good people in this world.

Zhao Xiaomeng still stopped in the square for a long time, sighing and sighing, endless emotion, watching a wonderful show, the play, the end of the song people will disperse sometimes, full of routines, some people sit down to play chess, some people are still arranging, I didn't expect to be arranged clearly, some people are still thinking about tomorrow's task? Don't be afraid of the upward cold, don't be afraid of the ghosts in the dark, don't play the world casually, every small dream is worth paying attention to123, and there will be a rainbow after the rain to pay and the full blessing of the result. However, I don't regret the original choice, anyway, those little Taoist boys set off bright and beautiful fireworks in the square, and couldn't help shouting when they clapped their hands, alas, this world is full of fireworks, not like you, the bright galaxy, a glance for ten thousand years, looking forward to your dreams, can be realized!! In the world, the green mountains are scorching, the stars are shining, the autumn rain is falling, and the evening breeze is slowly ...... The richness of the connotation cannot be described in words, everything seems so pale and powerless, and it cannot match the stars between your eyebrows. The moment of waiting for the fireworks to end is always so sad and nostalgic. The verdant mountains of this world are always endless, and the stars in the sky are looming, and the distance is very far away. Autumn rains are generally light and sparse, and evening breezes always come and blow......

Just every time Zhao Xiaomeng inquired about the path, and finally relied on the fast and orderly speed to walk back, he encountered a strange thing, he felt surprised when he thought about it, and thought that he had taken the wrong road, and even walked back and forth one corner after another, and returned to the same place in a daze, vaguely remembering that he entered a stone mountain with a heart illusion array outside, and there was a stone statue like a monkey standing next to it, standing straight like a spirit monster who was always loyal and guarding, quiet and motionless, Holding a handle in both hands, a little mottled crack tempered by the wind and rain, he must have been as constant as a stone statue, Shi Lezhi, right? Zou walked and stopped, as if he was back in place, the water rune, the spell of the thunder male lightning mother, and even the fire rune to suppress ten thousand ghosts all slammed into the stone statue as hard as iron, and there was no reaction. Unexpectedly, one by one, the black shadows swept by, Zhao Xiaomeng thought it was something, several stone puppets appeared conveniently, Zhao Xiaomeng used all kinds of spells, and even used too much strength, and the trouble was extremely dangerous, bypassing the attack of the stone puppets, do not attack directly, a wide and thick earthen wall suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Xiaomeng, and killed a Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway, which coincidentally blocked Zhao Xiaomeng's way. Every time he bypassed the thick stone wall, he found that the cunning and slow stone puppet had quickly caught up with him, and he had no choice but to start dodging the attack of the stubborn stone puppet again...

It seems that you can only use the magic power of "returning wind and returning fire" in the dead wood recipe to fight the enemy. Zhao Xiaomeng sighed. He was also going to take the skills he learned recently and repeatedly study and practice hard, as a secret means of his necessary moments, there is not much ability to dry wood in spring, if you expose your hole cards again, you also need to consider how to deal with strong opponents when you encounter a strong enemy, it is better to be low-key!

Every time he thought of this, Zhao Xiaomeng sighed softly for a long time, and several round beads flashed with two colorful spiritual lights, one green and one blue. Almost at the same time, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and he recited a few words of obscure spell language, like a trick, and suddenly dozens or hundreds of colorful and beautiful flowers appeared, bright and full of temptation and danger, giving people a feeling of bewitching and unreal! Zhao Xiaomeng used the mysterious Dao technique, and was slightly taken aback, and the stone puppet controlled by the stone center couldn't help but run again slightly, and then, it broke out in an instant, one by one, like ashes.

Almost at this moment, Zhao Xiaomeng carefully walked out of the psychedelic stone henge with both hands, and the beautiful flowers outside the formation were shattered into dust and withered to the ground, flying towards the stone puppets that were still preparing to reappear without hesitation, as if the green wind was blowing the blooming flowers, bringing out a beautiful flower rain that fell without a trace, as if he had really encountered some adventure, he was speechless and choked. Finally, he Zhao Xiaomeng walked out of the labyrinthine stone henge, looked back, and found that the mysterious and strange stone henge seemed to be stretching out a hand like a tree vine, the drizzle and breeze did not winter, and finally returned to the residence where the sect arranged for the disciples to rest and cultivate immortals every day, which was okay! Don't forget the original intention, you have to always!

The blue phantom butterfly, staying in the reflection of the rain, can not be found no matter how you look for it, exists in the mist hidden by the tassel of the umbrella handle, I didn't expect there to be no trace of her! It's a pity that there is nothing to be done about such a beautiful day, whether the butterfly love flower is really in a dream, like a thin paper leaf unconsciously attached to the young man's shoulder, the song of the warbler and the dance of the grass and the flight of the grass warbler are always unclear in the paradox...... But it is slowly becoming clear, the falling flowers are intentional, but the stream is gurgling in everyone's heart, never knowing that the water against the current is ruthlessly in love with the fragrance of the flowers, the cycle goes on and on, and the cycle repeats, do you remember the peach blossoms still smiling in the spring breeze he/her?