Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 192 (Dream)
"The moon is like a glazed glass, embroidered with smoke, clouds and wind and rain."
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The night is the only poem, the inexhaustible love is in the eyes.The mandarin ducks perch, rushing to a meaningless dream, the pomegranate flowers in the late summer shed their clothes in the dark night, and the wind blows up, peeping at the beauty of the stars.

Mottled summer night, talking about dreams.Falling into the moonlight is gentle, living in the heart of youth, the absurd past is still fresh, the leaves that have been drenched in the rain hide the shadow of the moon, the wind and the moon are nameless.

Catching a dream, jumping at the fingertips, turning into blazing heat, mixed with sorrow and joy, is the innocence of bright blue, singing softly, it is not considered floating life.

tea

flower

good weather.

This is the memory of chasing at night.

A moon, a twilight on earth.

The mountains and rivers are safe——
Life should be a dream.

(End of this chapter)