When is the spring flower and autumn moon?

How much do you know about the past?

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed

How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

This word is taken from the Later Tang Dynasty, a great writer Li Yu, who integrates calligraphy and poetry, "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" for everyone to appreciate.

Sorrow, like the microwave of the blue pool in the human heart, thoughts are the source of this bend of the pool, the source is continuous, and the sorrow is not stopped!

"Senior sister...... Have you arrived at the Immortal Cloud Sect? I miss you...... I really miss you......"

"Senior sister...... Are you okay?"

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Lin Yifan, who was alone and alone, sat on the reef that Ye Qing used to meditate on every day, tightly holding the hairpin that Ye Qing gave him on the occasion of parting, looking at the Xiaojiang that was slowly going down the river in a daze, sitting quietly, stupidly in a daze.

On Lin Yifan's handsome face, which was still a little childish, he didn't know when he already had a trace of sadness. Now the sorrow on his face is just like the water of this microwave Lingling small river, which is slowly flowing eastward. It's a pity that it's just because of this constant longing, so the gloom on Lin Yifan's face will not stop.

"Alas...... Let's look back...... Let's look back......"

No one knew how long he had been sitting on the reef by the small river, Lin Yifan, who suddenly looked up at the sky that was not too early, and sighed helplessly. Then he stood up and walked away to the big buffalo, which was grabbing the withered grass behind him.

Lin Yifan didn't speak, let alone try to hold the reins of the cow's nose, but the big buffalo that was still eating the dry grass before didn't need anyone to summon it, just quietly followed behind Lin Yifan and looked back.

Along the winding path by the river, I stepped on the tall and dilapidated mountain gate. A person and a cow have slowly climbed the hundred-step stone stairs of Sanqing Temple, and they can no longer be regarded as a dam in the square in front of the Sanqing Palace.

Now, it has been more than a month since Ye Qing left the view.

People are still the sons and daughters of the cattle herding in childhood, the buffalo is still the buffalo that does not need to be summoned, and the Sanqingguan is still the dilapidated Sanqingguan...... Nothing seems to have changed here, but everything seems to have changed here.

In the late autumn evening, the sky is always accompanied by layers of thick dark clouds, so the sky is so gloomy and a little breathless.

It's dark, and it's time for the lights to shine again. On both sides of the small river in the distance, scattered and scattered, the lights of thousands of homes are swaying in a flickering manner under the already dark sky, although the light is not big, but for some reason it will make people feel unusually dazzling.

"Master, it's time to get up for dinner," a warm voice rang out in the hall of the small hut. With the sound of that voice, Lin Yifan came to the room of the Yimei Daoren.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

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"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

......

A cough stopped and stopped, and the coughing sound came from inside the house of the Yimei Daoist. The dim candlelight in the house was not very bright, and although the room was not large, it always felt a little dim and cold......

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

Through the faint candlelight in the room, you can see Yimei Daoist lying on his side on the bed, coughing incessantly.

"Master, get up and eat......"

Lin Yifan softly called out to Yimei Daoren, walked to the bedside, and reached out to help Yimei Daoren's body with only a layer of skin left. With the help of Lin Yifan, Yimei Dao sat up with a little difficulty, sat slightly on the edge of the wooden bed for a while, and then straightened up the already somewhat rickety body, slowly got off the edge of the bed, slowly stood up, and walked towards the hall with Lin Yifan's support......

I haven't seen it for a month, and the face of the Yimei Daoist is now pale without a trace of blood, and the original gaze, which has gone through vicissitudes of life, but at least has a little charm, has now diverged a little.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Cough. “

......

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

......

After another unstoppable cough, Yimei Dao slowly asked, "Yifan...... You...... Is your sister back?"

Lin Yifan, who was holding a Taoist with a single eyebrow, listened to the master's already delirious question, his nose was sore, and he almost rolled down tears, but he took a deep breath and calmed down his heavy mood, and then choked up and said, "Master, senior sister...... Masters!...... I'll be back in a while...... She...... She told us to eat first, she ...... You have to practice the exercises first...... ”

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

After only a few steps, Yimei Daoist couldn't stop coughing. In the midst of this cough, Lin Yifan had already supported Yimei Daoren, came to the hall, and sat on the chair he often sat on.

After Lin Yifan settled down and sat down, he turned around and went into the kitchen to get a bowl of rice to serve rice. Today's dinner is always going on slowly in the intermittent coughing of the Yimei Daoist. Yimei Daoren's appetite is getting worse and worse now, and today he slowly swallowed a few mouthfuls of food, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand tremblingly, and he couldn't eat anymore. After sitting for a while, he walked back to his room step by step and lay down slowly, with Lin Yifan's support.

Lin Yifan, who helped the master to lie down, covered the quilt for him, and placed the pillow, then turned around and came back, sitting alone at the table and leaving him alone, silently looking at the familiar dishes and meals on the table. Listening to the cough from the room, thinking about the master's delirious appearance, Lin Yifan felt indescribable sadness in his heart, and a trace of regret for the master.

I still remember that day, after Ye Qing left Sanqingguan alone, the body of the Yimei Dao person, I don't know if it was because of the rain or what, the body that was originally not very tough was not as good as day by day.

Today's one-eyebrow Taoist people, even their sanity has been blurred. I didn't know at all that Ye Qing was no longer in the audience. He may also know, but he just doesn't want to let himself believe the fact that Ye Qing has already left. And what about Lin Yifan, now that he is out of the circle with his master, what else can he say to Yimei Daoist besides the lie that is not true?

Lin Yifan, who was holding the chopsticks alone, stretched out his hand holding the chopsticks and wiped his slightly moist eyes, Lin Yifan really didn't have any taste, so he stood up and cleaned up a mouthful of food that had not moved. After cleaning up the hall and kitchen, Lin Yifan gently came to Yimei Daoren's room, and choked up at Yimei Daoren, who was lying on the bed and coughing: "Master, I'...... I went to practice with my sister. ”

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem"

"Go ahead...... Go for it......" Yimei replied a little weakly.

"Master, I'...... I'll be back in a moment......"

"Ahem...... Cough...... Cough...... Remember to give it to Qing'er...... Bring some clothes for Qing'er......"

"Riverside...... The riverside has been cold for the past two days, and ...... Yimei Dao who only said a few words is also a little out of breath.

"I know the master, you go to sleep first, I'll go. ”

"Go and put ...... Go for it......"

Maybe it was a Yimei Daoist, who really thought that Ye Qing was still practicing on the edge of the small river, so he slowly closed his eyes with divergent eyes. Bidding farewell to his master, Lin Yifan, who came out, slowly stepped out of the threshold, which was not too high, and paced towards the small river step by step.

"Senior sister, where are you......"

"Senior sister, are you okay......"

"Master, he...... He's dying, you said that if I don't have a master, what will I do in the future......"

Lin Yifan, who was walking towards the small river, kept talking to himself silently in his mind. The words full of incomparable longing and a little guilty kept reversing in his mind, and Lin Yifan's heart was sour over and over again, and his eyes were a little hazy unconsciously......

"Senior sister, you said that if the master is gone, will I become an outcast with no one to want?"

"You say, if the master is really gone, and you are not around, I ...... Who can I rely on for the rest of my life?"

Thinking of this, Lin Yifan could only silently hold the hairpin left by Ye Qing for him, hold it tightly in his hand, and then lean on his chest tightly, only in this way can he feel a trace of warmth and feel not so lonely.

Originally, it was an outcast who was abandoned by someone for some reason, and he sought a life by chance, for this reason, the three people who depended on each other for their lives, now, one does not know where he is, and the other is about to be separated by yin and yang.

In life, sometimes it is like a line of bitter water lingering in the throat, spitting, spitting, swallowing, swallowing, and swallowing! People often say that men have tears and do not flick them, but they just do not touch them, and the weakest place in the man's heart.

Lin Yifan, who was already sitting by the river, forgot the white mist rising from the river, his heart was heavy, and he couldn't help but feel his own sorrow.

However, although Lin Yifan wanted to cry, he didn't dare to let the sad tears flow out. Instead, he raised his head, looked at the dark sky, took a deep breath, and calmed the churning pain in his heart before rubbing his moist eyes, stood up, and talked to himself while walking towards the path in the view.

"I didn't cry, my sister said that I was already a man. “

"It's just that the wind and sand accidentally blew into my eyes, and that's it. Lin Yifan told himself silently in his heart as he walked.