Like a diamond inlaid in a platinum ring, a ray of sunlight shines on the field obliquely through the gap in the clouds and mist. The wind is still blowing. The papaya tree is still in shock. The style. The palm treetops murmured and murmured. It was about half past one. The noon glistening in the damp woods, leaping into the open windows of the north and south walls, painted my heart with a layer of colorful and blurred colors. For a moment, I don't know why, I feel that this day is very similar to that day in Yuanyuan. There is no responsibility on that day, and there is no urgent thing to do. It is a day that broke the chain of modernity and floated leisurely.

I see it as a mirage of the past, what was the past, where was it, what period did it belong to? Is it beyond eternity? At that time, my lover seemed to have known him in another world. At that time, there was a heaven, and it was a real era, which could never be touched by other eras. In the same way, after drinking the mellow brew brewed by the emerald green shade and the golden sunshine, and drinking the sweetness of the intoxicating rainy day waving mist veils in the fields, I also feel that there is nothing—like the strings of the sky. The saran tunes of ancient Bengal floated faintly from behind the curtain of all ages.

I named her the soft note "Mi" in my heart. Once this name was heard in his ears, she would definitely sit down in doubt and ask with a smile, "What does this name mean?" The meaning is not clear, but it is pure. Things in the world are complicated, there are all kinds of good and evil...? Being in the middle, she basically knows everyone. I sat and watched, he didn't know that there was a kind of music playing around her. At the place where Du Zhixin bought Tu Zongbai's answer, under the feet of the ruler of the soul, the shadow of the blue smoke rising from the painful concubine Xianghu, let the clouds of the four bright moons float into her eyes, gently covering her smile meaning.

Her voice revealed a faint sadness, she didn't know that this was the piano of her life before it came out.However, her busy walking, her sitting upright, and all her behaviors are accompanied by the tune of morning songs. I couldn't figure out how she could be like this, so I called her a soft note "mi". I also don't understand why when I raised my eyes to look at her, my heartstrings burst into tears. The stems of the Mini tree "hang the tenacious spider silk wetted by women's water. On both sides of the domestic land, there are scattered small brown anthills. In the morning and in the afternoon. I walked through it and suddenly found that the branches of Qinxin flowers were blooming. , Dadir village is full of white flowers.

On earth, the human family looks small, but it is not.The same is true of insect nests.They are not easy to see, but are at the center of all creation.From generation to generation, they have had many worries, many difficulties, many needs—a long history.Day after day, it shows an unstoppable vitality. I wandered among them, unable to hear their hunger, thirst, life and death...the eternal flow of emotion.I crooned lines and weighed words to finish half-written songs.Regarding the world of spiders and the society of ants, it is incomprehensible, weird and meaningless for me to choose my words so carefully.In their dark world, do they echo with the soft voice of tiredness, the melody of breathing, the inaudible whispers of drinking and drinking, and the heavy footsteps that cannot be expressed?

I am a mortal, and I am confident that I can travel around the world, and I can even remove obstacles on the way to the sun and the moon that Sanxing and Tengu spout.However, the kingdom of spiders is forever closed to me, and the curtain of my soul is never drawn at the end of the world full of my pain, resentment and joy.In the morning and in the afternoon, I walked back and forth on their way outside "the narrow and infinite", and saw the buds of the rosebush branches, and the dadir trees covered with white flowers." I wondered what happened to this Huang Fu, or why it lived alone.The first time I saw it was under the kapok tree in the garden, and its legs seemed to be a little lame.

Every morning after that I saw it alone, catching bugs in the hedge; sometimes it came into my porch, staggering about, not afraid of me at all. How did it end up like this?Could it be that the social laws of birds force it to wander?Could it be that the unfair arbitration of the horse tribe made it resentful? Not far away, Fayao Heiwu's nine capital interrogation map only allowed the Russians to fly back and forth between the schools in Siris Village, not seeing the yellow fungus. I suspect that some link in its life may be malfunctioning.Dressed in the morning light, it looks for food alone with a leisurely look.The whole morning.It jumped on the leaves blown by the strong wind, and it seemed to have no complaints towards anyone, no recluse in its demeanor, and its eyes were not flaming.

In the evening, I never saw it again.When the unaccompanied evening lone star looks down on the earth disturbing sleep through the gaps in the trees, the crickets are chattering in the dark grass, and the bamboo leaves are whispering in the wind, it may already be perched in its nest on the tree. On the first day of Aswan, there was a shivering coolness in the breeze.The light of Xiaoyue merges with the luster of white phlox.Like the fragrance from the red embrace of the bowing morning glow, the scent of white jasmine lingers on the green grass with dew.Oh, today is the first day of the Aswan month.

The transparent dawn blew the conch in the eastern sky, and the resonance in the abdominal cavity was surging with blood.Throughout the ages, heroes who have conquered the world in many countries have galloped on the road of death, struggling to find an immortal life.The silent reverberations of their victories echoed in the dew-washed sunshine, and their appeals to their subordinates to abandon their wives sounded again on the first day of the Aswan month. Burdens of wealth, burdens of fame, burdens of anxiety, they throw them into the dust at once, and rush calmly into the intricate dangers.With black hands the conspirators hurl lowly stones over their brows.They descended from the sky like warning stars, and pulled out the cunning little vegetables hidden in the scorching and arduous journey.They don't get a chance to feel at ease, but they don't want to turn back.Their clean flags flutter among the women in Aswin's early to autumn mornings.

Wake up, my heart!Don't be timid!Don't be greedy!Don't be impatient!Singing towards the rising sun that greets the brocade-like reed flower body 2 Cut off the decadent nails from the bleeding body, pull out the roots of fantasy, and trample greed into Taiwan fans!Cross the gate of death, even if the weight and regret of failure make you bow your head.Today, the first day of Aswan, under the pure autumn sun, the cries of the heroes who conquered themselves and the world in history resounded in the silent silence. Christ gave his immortal life on the cross for those who came to watch after hearing the news.Many centuries have passed since then.

Today, he descended from the kingdom of heaven to the world, and when he looked around, he saw the sinful weapons made in the past that scarred people all over the body - ferocious spears, cunning daggers, short swords, cruel and vicious giant quilts, hanging from a black smoke In the factory of the black flag, the fast humming is accurate, and dazzling sparks are splashed. As for the newly made arrow of death, the hand of the executioner gleamed with affection, and the believers carved their surnames on it with sharp nails. Christ puts his hands on his chest.You Linsheng realized that his execution period was far from over, and the new-style guns that were trial-manufactured in the palace of science entered his joints.The murderers who killed him standing in the shadow of the religious temple that day were revived one by one, and the soldier who stood in front of the altar of the temple ordered his execution as if chanting: "Kill them all! Kill them all!" The Son of Man looked up to the sky and sighed mournfully, "O God, God of the world, why have you abandoned me?" It rained all night. A group of black clouds are like exhausted deserters, and I shrink in a corner of the sky. At the southern end of the garden, the dawn light shines on the undulating new leaves of the sleeve tree, disturbing the budding shadows under the tree. Ye Zhi Si La Wan Yue ①, you are an unexpected guest in the gushing sun, Jian Lai's laughter is floating on the branches. As a result, Shen Luo's sunny thoughts drifted in the distant space of his heart. Time seemed to freeze. In the evening, the rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, as if sending a signal.In an instant, the cloud cluster left the place where it was lying down, swelled, roared, and came galloping.The water in the embankment became black, and a heavy gloom fell under the trees.The leaves in the distance played a prelude to the rain. In a blink of an eye, it was twice as big, the sky was empty, and the ground was covered with a vast ocean.The old forest trees are shaking their shaggy branches, just playing leisurely. The huge brown leaves and green bamboo branches have lost their usual tranquility. Not long after, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.The blue sky seemed to be wiped clean.A slender crescent moon seems to have just left the sick bed, with a long coat hanging on his face and walking in the sky. Xin'er told me that all the spies I saw were unwilling to perish on their own.Countless vivid moments boarded my seventy-year-old mark, and then sailed to the "invisible", with only a few slack days to keep for me.Days in mediocre poems; they tell posterity an extraordinary thing —I have seen these wonderful sights. ① Slavan month: April in the Indian calendar, July to August in the Gregorian calendar. The children's playground is full of dry and hot dust, and not a single grass can grow. A konkina tree by the playground couldn't find the same color as itself.Seeing it reminds me of the black dog on our porch. Around the kitchen, a pack of wild dogs milled about, confidently waiting for food to be donated.They scramble, get beaten, and scream, but they enjoy natural happiness. Our precious black-haired dog David jumped up excitedly from time to time, his body shook violently, his eyes stared eagerly at the south, and barked a few times with wild passion, obviously wanting to join their ranks. Likewise, the Konkina tree stands not alone in its own green world, but on the barren dust of human feet.It looks out into the distance, where portraits of trees are painted on the blades of grass. spring is coming.There is no way to know how the spring breeze's emotion penetrates into its bone marrow. Not far away, towering tree plantings inform newcomers on the southern seashore of the abundance of new leaves. Amidst the rising green noise, the faceless messenger who died Z days tapped the kangkina tree Heart Bank, who whispered in its ear when the last sunbeams will fall, will dance at Young Leaf's last children's event. It didn't hesitate, and the expression of the smiling face was revealed on a few clusters of lavender petals.All the new leaves that germinated fell off, and there was nothing in its hands. One spring, it empties its shopping, and bids farewell to the indifference of the press dust. It was cloudy and rainy every few days, but it was not the day to write the eternal masterpiece "Cloud Emissary". The day is confined in stillness.The wind does not blow, the clouds do not move, and the drizzle hangs down like silver gauze, covering the face of the day. Time seems to be frozen, and there is only boundless Hongyu and dull leisure around. On the day when the great poet Ji Li Fangjie wrote "The Envoy of the Clouds", the green hills were illuminated by lightning, the dark clouds swept across the horizon, and the crazy east wind shook the verdant mountains and forests.Yaocha's beloved wife exclaimed: "My God, the hurricane swept away the mountain!" The cloud made fly away, the sorrow of parting never crushed the negative heart, the freedom of parting overcame the grief. Flying waterfalls, turbulent rivers, and roaring Lin Tao woke up the world that day.The melody of Gao Ren's heart rose vigorously. The season of reunion is unhindered, but the world is far apart, and the deserted bridal chamber is besieged by the grotesque invisible barriers of the world.In the time of separation, unruly melancholy flies across rivers, hills, and forests.The weeping of the corner of the house was drowned in the light of the road, Haneda Naogai Lasa Mountain, showing the truth of the stitches. In the majestic treasure house there, the unswerving debt of love while waiting is stored. When lacking is moving towards perfection, joyful milestones are erected on the road of parting sorrow.The circle stood still and waited—' The flowers bloom, and the full moon always comes. Yaocha lives all over the place alone, full of divorce.The beauties he has conquered come stepping on thin skins. Oh, maybe I made a mistake. Tuantuan is not standing still.It is playing the flute, blowing the flute of hope, and the sound of the flute is drifting forward on the dark road.The footsteps of the virgin and the call of the sweetheart are gradually approaching with the same rhythm.This is why since ancient times, rivers have flowed in the rhythm of roads, and seas have churned while calling.