"If so, life is just a beautiful dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I, I would like to be a cold branch in the wind. Quietly guarding a piece of the sky, not for blooming or for beauty, slowly experienced; silently one side is quiet, not chasing or posing, faint and silent; pure and pure state of mind, I don't want to praise or sing, just to come. The seasons alternate in the years, the cold and summer are colorful in the time, and the beauty is the second in life. The empty mountains are unmanned, the water flows deeply, and they drift away; the sparse forest is silent in the evening bell, and they are silent, looking for themselves; the morning breeze and the sunset look at the moon and guard the heart, and meditate on themselves!

If life is just a beautiful dream, I would like to be a drop of dew in the morning. Although small but not cowardly, because we know that the purity of the world comes from the transparency of the heart, although it is short, but not down, because we know that the regrets of the years come from the persistent experience, although it is simple but not humble, because we understand that the value of life lies in a moment of decline, a moment of wonderfulness, and a moment of eternity.

My existence confirms the brightness of the sun, the charm of the sunshine, and the magic of the sun; my existence also confirms the length, width, and depth of life; and my existence confirms the infinite beauty of nature, the big world, and the big life!

If life is just a beautiful dream, I would like to be a little flower on the road. Blooming alone, only for the once lived, although only a shadow, alone drifting, only for the once beautiful, although only a residual fragrance, alone waiting, only for the destined fate in life, although just a phantom. Flowers are only open for those who appreciate them, withered only for those in their hearts, and fly only for their dreams.

Alone in a corner, weak but not cowardly, cold but not humble, strong but not strong. In my life, there is the same wind, the same rain, and the same bright sunshine!

If life is just a beautiful dream, we must learn to cherish life and appreciate it. Appreciating life requires a sense of peace, elegance and relaxation; appreciating life requires a kind of openness, a kind of calmness, and a kind of crossing; appreciating life is an interpretation, a kind of respect, and a kind of wisdom of life. A small grass is a life, a small flower is a landscape, and a ray of sunshine is a warmth.

In fact, life is a cup of tea, a ballad, and an intriguing poem! Let us walk all the way, taste all the way, experience all the way, and quietly enjoy this beautiful life!"

After speaking, the applause lasted for a long time.

At this time, Leng Luoyu suddenly shouted: "I'm going, why did you give a speech, this is not logical?"

Ning Zhe asked, "What logic?"

Leng Luoyu said: "Other protagonists of other people, in the end, they all become the pinnacle, and in the end, they pat their butts and go away without caring about anything." ”

Ning Zhe nodded and said, "That's right, I'll leave it to you here." Bingqing, Xingyun, Little Fox, go, go with your husband!"

"Okay yes!! the three girls cheered and followed Ning Zhe out of here.

Seeing this, Snub Yu was messy alone.

"The wine glass is thick, a gourd is drunk in spring, and a gourd wine is embossed with heavy flowers. Follow me to Xi Tong, the gourd is dry, and the excitement is endless. Who is the same as the green mountains in the belt, riding the wind and the columns, and the columns riding the wind. "On the green hill, an old man was drunk and didn't wake up, as if he was talking in a dream.

A new world where all things are peaceful. Ning Zhe brought his three wives to this new world, a new world, infinitely beautiful.

Listen to the drunken old man humming a tune, cross the green mountains, and come to a beautiful valley.

When early spring arrives, willow branches spit out. Wanmu recovered. A river clears. Bubbling eastward. The warbler sings in the treetops, the swallow flies in the eaves, the white clouds are blooming, and the grass is green.

Peach Blossom Valley, splendid flowers. Pink beauty, purple and red. Visitors are endless, and laughter is endless. Handsome men and beautiful women, with waists and shoulders. Spring is rippling. Look at the peach blossoms in the near distance like the moon, and look at the temples in the distance like clouds. Flowers are like clouds, clouds are like flowers, and people are like flowers, flowers are like people, and the fragrance is overflowing in all directions. The mountain spring is tinkling, the stream is murmuring, like the sound of nature, like a symphony. Crystal clear, flawless looking.

Children splash in the water. Women brushing branches, men sitting on the ground. Casual and elegant. Shouting on the top of the mountain, singing on the flowers, the former calling, the latter responding, pleasant. Shepherding sheep in the mountains, drinking cattle in streams, and practicing in temples are the right place.

The bees hurriedly collect honey, and the butterflies dance, so lively. A flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, such as nectar in the bath, beautiful.

Beautiful valleys, hordes of people. Couples pair up and roam the mountain peaks.

At the bottom of the valley, a pair of young people snuggled together, talking sweetly and full of happiness. The man among them is Ning Zhe's son Tianxing.

For example, there is no cultivation in today's practice, but there is an endless life. He lived in a carefree environment with the two of them, and he had long been indifferent to the cultivation realm.

Ning Zhe came here with his three wives, and when Tianxing saw his father coming here, he happily greeted him. The three daughters of Red Lotus naturally went to visit their future daughter-in-law.

Ning Zhe and Tianxing walked in the valley, and Ning Zhe asked, "Do you still have a grudge against your father for abolishing your cultivation?"

Tianxing shook his head and said: "I have now appreciated the beauty of ordinary people, but my life has no end, but Zhu'er she..."

Ning Zhe smiled: "Don't worry, as long as you stay with her sincerely, you will grow old together, and her life is in your hands." ”

"Thank you father!" Tianxing said excitedly.

Tianxing's concern is that he has an endless life, and his lover is just a mortal, who will definitely experience life, death, sickness and old age. At this time, Ning Zhe told him that as long as they truly loved each other, his wife's life would be as immortal as his.

Looking at his son's happy appearance, Ning Zhe shook his head and sighed: "I really envy you, as a father and the creator god, you have to manage the big and small things in this world, and it gives me a headache when I think about it." ”

Tianxing said with a smile: "If you have any headaches, you should be a tourist." Think of you and your three mothers traveling around the world, it must be a good taste of field warfare!"

"Say!When did you kid become so ****?" Ning Zhe slapped Tianxing's head hard, and then said with a smile: "But I really haven't tried field warfare..."

"And !!" Tianxing gave his father a big roll of the eye.

Outside the sky, Liu Yiran looked at the peaceful world in front of him with distress, and said to Hua Ruyue beside him: "I'm so angry, ** explain everything to the three masters, saying that he is inspecting the people's situation in the new world, I think he just took this opportunity to be happy." The most infuriating thing is that the three uncles actually stuffed all those worries to me!"

Hua Ruyue smiled: "I will always be by your side." ”

Liu Yiran's three uncles are Lin Tianwei, Ye Feng and Leng Luoyu. At that time, these three coerced and lured Liu Yiran to be their apprentice, and Liu Yiran had no choice but to agree. Unexpectedly, Liu Yiran fell for the strategy of the three of them. Since he became the apprentice of these three, he has not learned any skills, but a bunch of trivial things have been handed over to him. So Liu Yiran was speechless and depressed!

Zhan Tai Ziyun accompanied Tianyong Zhenren to swim in the starry sky, Tianyong Zhenren gently took Zhan Tai Ziyun's jade hand, Zhan Tai Ziyun Jade blushed and was very shy.

"Ziyun, it's time for you to know who I really am. "Tianyong Zhenren has transformed into a man with a jade tree and a wind. When Zhan Tai Ziyun saw his appearance, she not only exclaimed, "Master!"

It turns out that Tianyong Zhenren is Lan, and Lan has been guarding the Xianlan Sect as Tianyong Zhenren all these years. As the god of time, he can predict things in the future.

Lan sighed: "My mission is to supervise the growth of the Creation God, and now that Shao Yu has become the Creation God, my mission has been completed." Now I just want to stay with you. Spend time together. ”

"But. You are my master..."Zhan Tai Ziyun lowered her head and whispered.

Lan smiled: "You and I are already a god. What do you do with those vain names?"

Zhan Tai Ziyun was silent, which was a tacit acquiescence. Lan was ecstatic, picked up Zhan Tai Ziyun, flew towards the world, and temporarily built a shelter hut, Lan carried Zhan Tai Ziyun into the hut.

For a time, the dragon and the phoenix are playing, and the spring love is unlimited.

The God of Destruction discovers the traces of Arashi and Zhantai Ziyun. He was furious for a while, and snorted: "This pair of lewd gods and immortals, who don't deal with the creation of the world, actually go and secretly do such an ugly thing!" With that, he sent down a heavenly thunderbolt and struck this hut.

The hut was shattered by thunder, and the god of destruction turned green when he saw the scene before him.

I saw a pair of dogs who were mating, but they were killed by a thunderbolt from him. However, Lan and Zhan Tai Ziyun were standing aside, neatly dressed, and they both raised their heads and looked at the sky at the same time. Burst out laughing.

Knowing that the two had played tricks on themselves, the God of Destruction cursed, "I curse you for not having children ********* this time. Zhan Tai Ziyun and Lan sneezed at the same time......

On the other side, Ning Zhe was walking in a desert with his three wives.

"Ah, lightly, it hurts!" the little fox shouted.

Ning Zhe looked at the little fox jumping in front of him with a black line, turned around and saw Xing Yun's blushing face, and said speechlessly: "This girl, peeked at me and you yesterday..."

"Ah, don't say it!" Xingyun's face was flushed and feverish, and she lowered her head very shyly.

Ning Zhe watched the little fox in front of him screaming louder and louder, snorted coldly and flew over, picked up the little fox and put it down, tore her dress, and corrected the law on the spot, this time the little fox screamed endlessly. The two daughters, Red Lotus and Xingyun, had long been ashamed and hid aside.

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhe was so powerful that he forced his power to attract Red Lotus and Xingyun to his side, took off their clothes, and three wonderful * appeared in front of him.

"Haha!" Ning Zhe wantonly wreaked havoc on the body of the third daughter, and the three girls screamed endlessly...

This is called field warfare.

The moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water, the spring flowers and the autumn moon are charming. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, flowers are fog and fog are also non-flowers. Like the water, the glorious years, the glimpse of the past, right and wrong after the taste of who knows; floating like a dream, Jin Se Zhengming, the lights are red and willow green**, after the glitz, there is no sadness and empty sadness.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, but I don't know if Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, or butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. The lifelike butterflies are haunting, and the floating world is breathtaking. In the past, the Marquis of Tanglin is now a melon grower outside the city, and there are many sighs and lamentations left in the story of the Fantasia years, but there is only a dream of loneliness and isolation.

In the dream, pour out a lifetime of love and hatred, moving the heavens and the earth, drinking a glass of grape wine, drunk life and dreaming of death, a promise of a sea oath, butterflies flying. Outside the dream, cook a cup of wine between the flowers, drink alone to the moon, sigh a song of parting from the sheng flute, Yin Yin is like a complaint, see the joys and sorrows of the world, the world is impermanent.

A touch of the morning sun once made the dark season misty and colorful, a stone once made the calm lake ripple on the surface, a light song once dyed the face in the dream crimson, and a sound of longing once made the dry eyes burst into tears. Thinking about the past, the eventful years are thick.

The tea of memory blooms with the fragrance of lotus flowers, which is absolutely beautiful in the time, and the flying butterflies bring the breath of love, full of the haunting thoughts in the memory. The lotus blooms for half a life, the flowers fall for a season, see the vast world, the glitz and the firmament, nostalgia between the flowers, shuttle through the floating world, and look up under the mountains and rivers.

Flowers also fly flowers, and dreams are not dreams. Zhuang Zhou woke up from the dream, the butterfly had already flown away, leaving a curtain of dreams, with the tune of posterity through the ages, and the thoughts were long.

The lonely figure stood on the cliff, his eyes were hazy, his temples were white, and his heart was haggard.

Looking at the sky at night, his voice was hoarse, and Yan Ruyu's death was a pain he would never forget.

Whoever forsaken the old man waited for a lifetime

Whose face is haggard with a lifetime of promise

Parting, sorrow and hatred are intertwined

Weave a dark net

Just because you have stepped into the parting of life and death

Who, who's who

It's worth a lifetime of waiting

It's worth the moment

Promise Huangquan Dream lightly

Tears, shed tears for whom

Who understands the bitterness of tears?

A thin glass of wine

Three points of tears, seven points of sorrow

Tears, for whom

The land is full of desolation

How to carry cracked tears

Once Yi Yi drowned three thousand

Ego. It's just a world of the two of you

Liang Zhu is in love with butterflies

Cohabiting Xiaohan looks like each other

Now. Heaven and earth are separated by long

Hate. The long dark night was dreamless

Send acacia to dawn

I'm waiting

Waiting for the next life to reunite with you is in the rolling red dust

Waiting for another round of anticipation

Like my face, my thoughts have been condensed for a long time, and the wind is light

The wind is light and the clouds are light......

In the silence, a woman looked up at the starry sky, stared stupidly, and sighed:

"Smelling the vague fragrance and sweetness, walking on the footprints of the past and looking at the rain. Relying on each other across the shore, pouring out a lifetime of love, a few sorrows, a few thoughts, and finally a wordless ending. In the world, there are many loves that eventually become golden classics because of imperfection, and become a song that has been left for thousands of years......

Holding the old leaves drifting in the strange road, the thoughts that I never forgot broke through the cocoon and became a butterfly fluttering in the rain, and Liang Zhu's grievances and love tread lightly in time and space, sighing for the eternal empty flowers. Drop a frozen teardrop. The trembling sound of the piano is frozen in the myth of flying like wings. Weeping and complaining. Through the remnants of tears, a bleak mound of green mounds, isolated on the side of the bleak road, thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king to the unswerving oath of death, turned into a life can not be together, death is the same hole. This kind of love between life and death is what kind of sad eternity! The wind blows the broken years like flowers, and this love that cannot hold the hand of the son and grows old with the son has become the most beautiful embellishment of mythological love......

The world is like smoke, love is like fire, the waning moon is full of sorrow, the melancholy of the cardamom years, who dyes whose gaze? The dark night like ink, whose emaciated back, in a trance, lost to the desolation buried in the stars? Whose wind and frost, a thousand years like yesterday's watch over the hand of the present life? At both ends of the Magpie Bridge, the eternal reincarnation waits for the annual reunion? The infatuated cowherd and the virtuous weaver girl perform the eternal swan song of the seventh magpie wing bridge in early July......

If life is only as it first sees, will there be less obsession? The clock that has stopped swinging roses, forgotten whose past it was? Endless lovesickness is broken, and a few vows are written into the faint, faint moonlight. Romeo and Juliet, that unforgettable and poignant love, is just a dazzling scenery of youth, if only death is the final destination after deep love, willing to sleep in a deep kiss with each other, rather than wake up again in the insoluble contradictions of the family......

The flying water sleeves brushed the back of the water, a song of love drunk dancing into the poignant of falling snow, several farewells, all fell into the peach blossom pool, wisps of ghosts silently cried on the bent crescent, a cage of dust and smoke, a romantic picture, folded into the dream of Loulan thousands of years of teardrops, the west window cut candles, can no longer pick up the dream of red sleeves and fragrance.

Chewing on the long story, permeated in the charm of the millennium. Open the title page of our story, all the vows are also persistent waiting day and night! Endless lovesickness, endless waiting, endless anticipation......! Looking through the autumn water, dear! Far away, have you ever heard the farewell feelings I sing to the setting sun every day? You who love me! Have you ever heard the number of degrees of affection I wrote to you under the cold moon and cold stars? If our story can become a classic in the afterlife because of the imperfection of this life, then let me be alone, sitting in the emaciated time, forgetting the laughter of the red dust. From then on, live in seclusion in the depths of Tang and Song poems, caress the piano in the depths, twist the pen in the window, and bury the picturesque rivers and mountains for you......

The love story in the world may have different endings, if you are born and I am not born, and you are old? If you are born at the right time, the buds of love are staggered in different seasons? What if you are already her husband and Yi is married to his wife? Perhaps, that kind of affection, it is good to understand each other. If you have really loved, why should a lover end up married......

The woman sighed softly here alone, and her soft figure was so intoxicating.

This person is none other than Ning Zhe's mother.

She is Zhan Tai Ziyun's sister Zhan Tai Yin Hong,

She is the supreme princess of the demon world.

Even she is the mother of the God of Creation, but her only wish now is to meet her former lover. But it's hard to see you again.

Flower World. Mandarin duck butterfly. Smile like a flower. No matter how beautiful it is, it can't beat time.

In the huge world, there are so many people and so many stories.

Sad stories happen every day, and who can get rid of that bleakness in the world.

The sweet past also happens every day, but who can always live in the memory.

Maybe the colors are always so brilliant and beautiful. But in the end, it becomes complicated and frightening.

It seems that there is a play everywhere in the world, and my play is just a grain of sand in the desert.

No one cares where I go, and that empty heart has drifted in a direction unconsciously.

The story of people, no matter how much there is joy and pain. It doesn't change because of anything.

Even if you sing with good intentions, you think you will get a little more care. However, what was exchanged was just a vain.

I don't want to look back, and the sadness that people scatter at the end of the song can only be understood by the heartbroken people at the end of the day.

As the sun sets, I watch all the gatherings and scattered, and one more person who is secretly sad, why not wave goodbye to the past self.

I was tired, and I couldn't escape the desolation of the layman in this world.

Lonely passers-by, looking at the lonely world.

The flowers bloom and fall, and the newcomers laugh.

The sun rises and sets, and the old man cries coldly.

Spring is gone, flowers are gone, and the ruthlessness of time finally takes away everything.

He turned his back and let out a long howl at the end of the world. What can we do about our powerlessness? ”

A man's voice suddenly came from behind Zhan Tai Yin Hong.

At this moment, she was in a trance, and it seemed that she had returned to the scene of her first acquaintance.

Like a dream, like a dream!

At this moment, he finally waited until he was old.

The vicissitudes of life have finally been exchanged for tender waiting.

In the distance, Ning Zhe looked at his parents who were reunited, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"Once upon a time, you and I were thousands of miles apart, but our hearts were still tied together; once upon a time, you and I swore that we would always be together; once upon a time, you and I crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, just to see each other. You probably don't know that because of your presence, my whole world is full of bright colors. It was you who made me see the meaning of life, and it was you who made my life colorful. Perhaps, the five hundred years of passing by in the previous life only gave you and me a faint look back in this life, but I am also willing. If I could, I still hope to wait another 500 years, just to meet you and me again. ”

The man hugged the woman lightly and gently told love words.

The woman stared at the man's star-like eyes and said softly: "Time goes by, time always comes in a hurry, and leaves in a hurry. Occasionally, I will faintly think of you in the depths of my heart, think of us in those years, and think of myself in those years. At that time, the sky was always blue, the clouds were always white, and the fantasies were always romantic, but time always passed too quickly. The days spent together are always short, but they leave an incomparable beauty in the heart. Thank you, and thank you for meeting me, because of you, and because of us, I met a better version of myself. ”

The man smiled: "I have to say that meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life." I can't say what's good about you, and I can't say what's so special about you, but it's because you're you, so you love to laugh, so I like you. We have had happy and happy days together, and we have had sweet quarrels, we have laughed together, we have cried together, we have loved together, we have cherished together, but in the end we are still invincible to the cruel separation. Nowadays, time has passed, and all the good things that were once good have long been lost. It's not the fault of time, it's not the fault of you and me, it's probably the fault of fate. Sometimes, I wonder if you and I had met sooner rather than later, would our outcome have changed? ”

The woman shook her head and said, "Aren't we happy endings now?"

"Of course!" the man smiled mysteriously, glancing at the lone man in the distance.