Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 4
There is a gust of wind blowing over me and then over you, there is always a moment when the distance between us is zero.

I can't remember where I met in my previous life, it was the Three Lives Stone Bank with flowers blooming and falling, the Yanyu Tower swaying in the wind and rain, the elegant and quiet Orchid Pavilion, or the Peach Blossom Forest with infinite scenery.

Can't remember.I only remember that the heart of the orchid is like white snow, a bowl of clear water, and three points of light ink.

Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight filtered through the glass and refracted onto the floor of the room.You smiled and simply sat up from the bed, admiring the warm tranquility.

"Tomorrow" can be an antidote that makes you look forward to the future and indulge in the comforts of the present. "Tomorrow" can also be a wake-up call, urging you to pass the gap and wait for me.We still have a lot of tomorrow, enough to be used to seem free and easy to spend and enough to be careful and diligent to make it more intentional.

It's like a spring dream without a trace, the wind, frost, snow and rain have no color.

This is the first

My heart is at peace, the sun and the moon are clear and the clouds cover the blue sky, and I just sit quietly and look at the mountains outside the window.I grabbed an old book from the shelf, hugged each other for warmth under the setting sun, and lost its color when immersed in the orange waves.The shadows of the sparse green plants in front of the window fell on the brick floor, with clear black and white.

A few residual clouds washed away the desolation of the day, the mountains were painted with red makeup, the red sun through the windows lingered, and floating dust was brewing, and when I looked up again, the sun had already set on the west mountain.From reddish to deep purple, walking slowly.

This is the hundredth century
The sober night is long overdue, relying on the green hills, sleeping on the bright moon, and the stars illuminate the way forward for Yiren, the eyes are full of light, the case is full of silver frost, and the heart is full of translucent.The evening breeze came in through the crack of the window, tugging at the heartstrings, and floated straight to the other side of the mountain, that uninhabited pavilion, where my heart is playing the piano, waiting for you to listen.

Can't remember the past life, can't guess the next life.

The scenery is picturesque, and the moon is picked to make tea.

Let the silent night be full of dreams, and let the uninhabited mountain wait for the sunset of the old days.

(End of this chapter)