Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 263 (Falling Leaves and Wind)
The autumn wind is gentle and cool, always caressing my three thousand hairs, as cool as ice springs, and my whole body is thoroughly refreshed.

So I often listen to the wind outside, but it doesn't seem like I'm confused.People are cool, but melancholy comes to my heart, as if there are layers of cold fallen leaves sticking to my heart, the wind gradually calms down, and on an autumn night, there are waves of melancholy under the lamp.

I have seen the dawn, and I have also looked at the twilight, and there is still the fragrance of the desolate and bright moon on the desk.They are all like a small dot in the distance, one step back, and they all disappear.

The cold spreads to my heart through the leaves. If there is wind, the yellow leaves that wrap my heart can be blown into the moonlight, turning into desolate snow, becoming my misty smile, and there is still the sorrow of being alone.

So, I have fallen leaves, do you have wind? The wind also comes out of nature, and it also grows wildly from the feet like weeds. The wind blows on the soft sand, blows the footprints to pieces, and then slowly disappears. Live with regret, might as well take the wind under your feet and walk towards the sky, leave no trace in the world, and gaze at your own sky.

Not to mention that the sky is too deserted, you can touch the sun and the moon, hold the stars.You can look forward to it. Make the fireworks of the world.If you don't have the courage to go up, you will lose the wind that reciprocates under your feet.If you are afraid that the eyes of the world are like torches, where do you go to find this cold wind? Years are always deliberately cold to people, but the wind is still very long under your feet. I leave all the worries of waking up and steal a pot of turbid wine under the bright moon. Laughing and dancing in the sound of insects like raindrops, the slanting moon is sinking and shaking, and the stars are dancing with the light of another world under the black mirror.

Hahaha, I have fallen leaves, do you have wind! Walk alone, and then fly away as a butterfly.Listening to the whispers of history caught in the dust net, the moon is at a loss, and the fallen leaves fly nine feet high in the sky, like white snow, and like white birds flying.Fallen leaves grow into snow with the wind, how much life is scattered, watching the fireworks and dust, the sound of raindrops falling, and dancing.

The melancholy that was as cool as water under the lamp was emptied, and under the touch of Miss Qiu, the wind leaves were not lost.The narration is not over yet, Jing Hou has countless autumn and winter wind and moon, Zhu Yan Ci Jing, waiting for a name Jing Yi.The roses turn into plum blossoms in the cold, and their thorns break off under the beloved snow. The wind blows, the traveler breaks his heart, and the plum blossoms fill the sky.

I don't know when the snow will stop. If a traveler is tired of plum blossoms, he will be alone and worry about going forward.

(End of this chapter)