Chapter 8 begonia

The courtyard is quiet.It seems to be able to hear how the night slides down from the corner of the eaves with cobwebs, and lands on the slender ribbon-like orchid leaves among the flowers, trembling slightly like the wings of a dragonfly that has just settled, and finally stops.At night, it became a clear and quiet soft wave of the lake, stopped in the courtyard, and the surface of the waves was covered with a blue glow. The lonely missing woman leans against the stone railing in front of the steps. The color of the night, the same as the water mist on the sea, and the same color as the smoke in the incense burner, seem to have not yet dyed the realm of her meditation.She still bowed her head and didn't move.However, a ray of silver sound leaked from the corner of the steps, sharp, broken and round, with a bit of dampness, as if squeezed out of a small hole in the stone, rolling like pearls on the green moss saturated with water, And it disappeared like a dew.There is no continuation, no Genghe.The lonely early autumn cricket.

She looked up. The yellow color of the chrysanthemums that aroused her feeling of desolation just now has disappeared, and although the huge black shadow of the rockery still stands in the fish tank, its exquisite peaks and holes and the green Pu'er grass above it can no longer be distinguished.This early autumn night is like wearing a lotus-colored gauze shirt with cicada wings, floating a touch of sadness. She looked up even more. The cloisonne sky outlines the big reunion leaves for the towering phoenix trees, and the crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches.Stars, suspected to be small white flowers, spilled from the angel's fingers, and then solidified like jewels and embedded in the sky.But still they flashed and shone brightly, and from the icy sky their fragrance fell soundlessly like sleet.

The Milky Way is slanting sideways.Is there isolation in heavenly love?Blessed is Heiyu's spirit magpie, who builds a meeting bridge for the lovesick cow girl every year. Her nostalgia is like a lost bird drifting in this sighing night sea, or a kind of memory, or a kind of hope, like red silk entangled between the toes, the light wings are getting heavier due to fatigue, and there is no green hair in sight Island: Can you not get tired of this long and hopeless journey? Her head drooped limply again. As if wanting to be supported, she caressed Shi Langgan with her plain hands.A strand of cold, slender brown snake crawled straight into the depths of her heart from her fingertips, curled up slowly in a circle, and its pointed and thin tail trembled as if it had found a warm resting place.At the bottom of the steps, a sycamore leaf quietly fell, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and the corner of her clothes brushed against the stone edge of the railing, making a cold soft sound, doubting that her soul fell into the darkness so silently.

Her hands dreamily caressed her temple hair again.As a result, the bitterness and heat in my heart rose, and large tears slid from the eyes to the tip of the beautiful eyelashes, congealed into exquisite grains, round and bright, like white dew on the grass, which would be quiet without being shaken by the breeze Falling down quietly and irreversibly... Begonias grow out of the steps covered with green moss and no trace of masonry.The two petals are round and bulging like the wine between the cheeks of a rose, and the two long petals are stretched out like the wings of envious insects. The leaves are green, and the back is red, with fluffy light hairs , Vermilion stems slanted out from under the stone railing, like a sweet story from ancient times.