The spring is cold, the peach blossoms are blooming, a breeze is blowing, and the sky is full of red and pink delicacy!

I walked quietly through the streets one after another, counting these western-style buildings carefully, and my mind sank like the sun in April, neither red nor yellow, neither hot nor cold, neither sultry nor impetuous.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and you can read a little delusion, a little longing, a little anxiety in their eyes, the men are always striding and the women are always slow and methodical, hurrying past the street corners.

The warm wind was blowing on my face with petals, like a delicate and gentle and slightly floral hand gently brushing my cheeks, light and heavy, the frequency was chaotic but comfortable.

A person passed by me, intentionally or unintentionally touched my body, light and fast, and I didn't pay attention, no, maybe my body was careful, but the feeling was never awake, the dream, hovering in my mind for a long time, like the rainy season in Shanghai, sticky and unwilling to leave, and wet people can't let go.

A little rain fell on the face, only to find that the light rain had been drifting for a long time, and the petals fell into the drizzle and were splashed with incense, and the freshness could not be hidden, but the sky in the dream was clear, blue and clear, and the clouds were as white as snow.

That kind of dazzling and dizzy trance is really indescribable.

The world in the dream is a different scene, and the people in the dream are also another group of men and women, wearing ancient clothes and tying ancient hair, which is so familiar to me, but I don't know it at all.

I can't remember what they looked like. Perhaps, as when I was walking the streets of Tianjin, they were also somewhere, or in a hurry, or walking slowly.

I don't know how long it was, this dream entangled me, happiness lingered, and it was fragmented, and there was an indescribable pain in my heart. I'm always worried about whether I will leave with the person in my dream if I don't wake up one day.

The western-style buildings on the side of the road have now been protected, think about the fate of their companions who were demolished during the Cultural Revolution, and sigh at the beauty of the current life, such a beautiful building, if not kept, it is a pity, but their owners have moved out, and now they belong to the country, because they are cultural heritage, they need to be carefully cared for, in order to continue to maintain their original appearance in the future ups and downs, and will not be eclipsed with the passing of the years.

The piano, I don't know where the sound of the piano came from, quiet and elegant, not anxious, crisp and calm, lively and introverted, such as the mountains and flowing water tactfully soothing, true and beautiful.

Maybe it made me push open the door in front of me and walk through the creeper-infested fence on both sides to the courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard is a tree that looks to be hundreds of years old, a few people will be a little thicker when they hug each other, tall and dense, and the cracks in the bark seem to tell me how many years it has passed.

There are large and small sorting boxes in the courtyard, and it seems that someone is moving out again, and there will be another small inheritance on this street.

was about to leave in search of sound, but was pulled by the arm---

"Princess, you let me find it!" a lovely girl appeared behind me, her hair neatly tied into a high ponytail, her face clean without a hint of tackyness, if she was not wearing a sports suit, she could be called a goddess of heaven, "why did you go away without making a sound!"

"Shhhhh

"This voice, it seems that I have heard it somewhere?!" Lin'er also pricked up her ears and listened quietly, "This is, this is Sister Purple Flail's voice!" When she said this name, her eyes turned red, "This is really Sister Purple Flail!" Let go of my hand, she ran into the house by herself.

"Lin'er!" shook my head helplessly, and I chased after him.

There was a man sitting in the courtyard, stroking the guqin and playing it with his eyes closed, his expression was like a dream, his fingers swept over the strings like flowing water, and the qin was slightly lacking in purple light in the sun, reflecting his face as if he was in a different world.

Walking over slowly, I gently reached out and stroked the body of the piano, a line of tears slid down my cheeks, and said, "After so many years, you are still rolling in the world, why bother?"

Lin'er stared at me with reddish eyes, with an expression that had something to say, but couldn't say.

Shaking my head at her, I clasped the middle finger and thumb of my left hand, and a "ring" was held in my hand, and a ball of qi also gathered, crossing the body of the piano, but there was no response, as if it was just a guqin, extremely beautiful but also extremely ordinary.

Once upon a time, she was dressed in purple, and smiled at me beautifully, elegantly and gently, saying that she had finally taken off her wooden body and turned into a human form, and her cheerful and lively appearance was as if it was still in front of her, so real and clear.

When she said that she had found her beloved, she decided that no matter what natural disasters and thunderstorms, she decided not to believe in those who could not and were not allowed, that is, to be with her lover, never separated, if she could, then she would not be separated from her life and life.

That firmness and eagerness, I still remember it in my mind, but no matter how beautiful the love is, it still can't beat the Heavenly Dao Gangchang, and it finally came to naught.

People in the world always seem to have a sense of resistance to things that are different from themselves, even a little disgust, a little hostile, saying that all those things are bad and evil, and once they find out, they must find a way to eradicate them, saying that this is the true goodness and this is the right reason.

After thousands of years of changes, I always sigh that the Tao is affectionate, but it is the most ruthless, always between protecting oneself and hurting others, and does not hesitate to choose the latter.

The wind is blowing again, mixed with the fragrance of good flowers, this season is windy and rainy, but the flowers are also green, and the sun is always shining.

Closing my eyes and sniffing carefully at the fragrance mixed with the freshness of the earth, my mind was as clear and clear as a mirror.

This light rain came so well, washing away the sudden heat of early spring, and also washing away the unbearable hidden under the snow in the cold winter.

In people's hearts, can it rain, and if so, can it also wash away the pain and memories that have been entrenched in the heart for a long time, and can it wash away the black dark tide that bubbles up and is unknown to others, but known to everyone?

Along the way, I have seen many joys and sorrows, and I am used to seeing the vicissitudes of the world.

I cried silently and couldn't help myself from the beginning, and gradually became a light and clear breeze, sad and self-explanatory, and I have grown a lot, but the kind of good feeling in my heart for the word "love" can not be erased.

Just like that year, I was surrounded by the sound of piano music, looking out the window at the heavy snow, waiting for the person who came with a story.