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The autumn leaves are flying, more like the lonely and helpless dead leaf butterflies, dancing in a passionate arc. I pick up a piece of the veins and count the vicissitudes that cannot be seen through it. Years have passed, why am I sentimental now, Gu Yun
Wandering aimlessly, I secretly wondered where they would go back. I frowned, and the old wells and dry ponds were covered with weeds. The faces and smiles of the past were no longer there, just a wisp of the past.
The morning light disturbed the new mulberry trees on the street, and the wind swept the fallen flowers in front of the court and passed through the cloister. Thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyeing me, plain clothes and white clothes. I wrote with you to write all the youth of the world, and the ink marks still remain. And now I call you
You, why don't you answer? Koi.
I still remember the sunshine in the afternoon that year, the sparse streams of light in the forest creating lingering latent shadows, and the gurgling water, just in tune with the music of the piano. I played the piano alone, and my fingers were like flowing clouds and the water flowed out with a gorgeous rhythm. The flowers bloomed on the street, and everyone would be drunk if the flowers were not intoxicating.
, I couldn't help but be intoxicated by this scene, with the graceful face, the light corners of the mouth, and the unusually charming arc. Suddenly, the uncoordinated melody broke the peace I had created, and when I looked back, tears fell quietly under my trembling eyelashes.
The gardenia trees were in full bloom, but the thorns were extremely frightening. I rolled up my clothes and pushed aside the messy veins of the leaves, and a shallow depression came into view. There were ravines mixed with new mud, and a red carp was leaping and struggling.
The fins were pierced by thorns, and strands of blood clouded my tears.
I ran to it quickly and desperately. The fluttering ribbon had been torn into silk. The wind that should have been gentle became more and more violent at this time, messing up the ends of my hair. I gently held it with both hands, and I couldn't help but feel secretly.
Surprisingly, it is so warm.
Ignoring the Aegean, I listened silently to its heartbeat, shielded it from the restless wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, where my inexplicably beating heart gradually calmed down.
The bamboo house is quiet and quiet. I picked out the thorns with a bun and applied the herbs I picked a few days ago on it. I couldn't bear to see it go back to the ocean alone, so out of selfishness, I threw it into the one-acre square pond in front of the house.
.This koi is really beautiful. Its leisurely curves are unpretentious. The mud stains on its scales are kissed off by the spray of water. The color is pure and unobtrusive. I was attracted to it unknowingly. I saw it swimming among the lotus leaves.
After being drunk for a while, I remembered the piano I had left behind. I didn't have time to wash it, so I ran back to the forest quickly. When I saw the strings were safe, I felt relieved.
It has been a while, and although my life is poor, it is peaceful. I sit on the floor in my spare nights, playing the harp and letting the bright moon wander and dance messily, watching the koi carps playing with the lotuses, and softly reciting untitled poems. It is a leisurely and joyful time.
"The wind and moon are sentimental, the moon is romantic and the wind is moonlight." I couldn't help but blurt out while staring at the beautiful full moon.
"Rhyme conveys flavor, and music creates charm, and rhyme creates music."
The graceful voice lingered around my ears, and a handsome young man whom I had never met walked towards me. He was dressed in a demon red Luo Yi, his long hair was tied up in a bamboo bun, his porcelain skin was as delicate as snow lotus, and there seemed to be something in his bright eyes.
The pool of spring water adds a breathtaking gaze to his peach-like cheeks. His posture is leisurely and elegant. In front of the courtyard outside the fence, the hibiscus is enchanting under the moonlight.
I stared at him silently for a long time and then said: "Blow a beautiful path and record it as haze flowing down this gully."
"The mountains full of greenery were picked up and evenly transformed into an ink painting pavilion."
"Okay, I'm really ashamed of myself!" I said to him with a smile, but he just smiled slightly and nodded slightly, which made me breathe tight. I always felt that he was very familiar, but it became increasingly difficult to remember him.
Since then, we often sing together, the night is hazy like poetry, and we cherish each other with the moon. I look down at the square pond, but I can't find the shadow of the koi.
The wind blows through the courtyard, and the weeds outline a ghostly and graceful appearance.
"The water chestnut follows the waves and has its horns."
"The water from the lotus pod comes from excessive thoughts."
His smile is like a summer flower, so bright that it reminds me of spring. But why do I always feel that there is unfathomable sadness in his eyes? Since he has never mentioned it, then I am just suspicious.
"Looking across the horizon, where can the autumn wind scatter the shadows of the geese?"
"The ink marks are opened by chanting, and the moonlight from a window moves the soul."
The sound of the piano weaves a dream-like beauty. If Penglai is in the dream that he yearns for day and night, the moonlight wraps him softly. Sometimes I even wonder if it is a phantom, but I deny it many times, because every word he says
So real.
"The koi carp is rolling up the bead curtain."
Looking back, I still couldn't find the koi, and the disappointment in my heart lingered for a long time. Before I finished the couplet, I raised my head, and he was clearly crying.
"The calamity of sparks, how can I imagine that the moon's shadow is slanting to the west again." I was confused, closed my eyes, and felt the artistic conception he described. When I opened my eyes again, there was no one there.
Fortunately the koi are still around.
Lying quietly on the bed, ignoring the restlessness in his heart, he murmured a song "Koi Chao" composed for it.
"The sun is slightly cool, the strings of the piano are slightly cool, the wind is blowing wildly, and the world is in a hurry; the breath is slightly cool, the thoughts are slightly cool, and the years are rushing by. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong."
The fire devoured the bamboo house unbridled, the roaring tongue of fire licked my hair, and the pain of the burning skin made me despair, "Koi, Koi," I shouted feebly, although I knew it was in vain. Walking towards the edge of death
, why bother to say anything back. But I clearly saw him reaching out to me in the sea of fire. Whether it was fake or real, I had no intention of guessing. The shadow in front of me became blurry, and I fell down unwillingly.
In the haze, I saw him being burned by the flames. The red robe and the flames blended together. His eyebrows and expressions were swallowed up bit by bit. In the rising heat, he closed his eyes and transformed into a brocade.
carp.
No--
Koi——
You have been wandering around in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time. The sparks traced your face and burned up the time. Don't leave me alone, alone, withering in the dream.
The memories are over, it's late autumn, but Koi, why don't you answer now that I'm calling you? The teeth of the clogs lightly step on the candle flame and sway, all the silence and noise are painted on the painting, your eyebrows, your expression, I will never forget it.
forget.
"The lamps are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to describe the illusion, and it is difficult to explain the melancholy; the dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool, the fantasy is blurred, and the sadness is overlapping."
It turns out that farewell is due to deep attachment. You exchanged reincarnation for the full moon on my pillow. I hope that the memory will stop on the day we met, fade with the flowers, scatter the dust, and gradually become stranded.
Koi, now, I use these fragments to express my condolences to the years, hoping that the fireflies will converge my sorrow.
Look, it’s another night of beautiful flowers and full moon. Tonight, the stars, who are accompanying me to laugh?
"The koi carp is rolling up the bead curtain."
…
"In the spark calamity, I only wish to repay my old kindness with all my heart."
Koi?!
The autumn leaves are flying, more like the lonely and helpless dead leaf butterflies, dancing in a passionate arc. I pick up a piece of the veins and count the vicissitudes that cannot be seen through it. Years have passed, why am I sentimental now, Gu Yun
Wandering aimlessly, I secretly wondered where they would go back. I frowned, and the old wells and dry ponds were covered with weeds. The faces and smiles of the past were no longer there, just a wisp of the past.
The morning light disturbed the new mulberry trees on the street, and the wind swept the fallen flowers in front of the court and passed through the cloister. Thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyeing me, plain clothes and white clothes. I wrote with you to write all the youth of the world, and the ink marks still remain. And now I call you
You, why don't you answer? Koi.
I still remember the sunshine in the afternoon that year, the sparse streams of light in the forest creating lingering latent shadows, and the gurgling water, just in tune with the music of the piano. I played the piano alone, and my fingers were like flowing clouds and the water flowed out with a gorgeous rhythm. The flowers bloomed on the street, and everyone would be drunk if the flowers were not intoxicating.
, I couldn't help but be intoxicated by this scene, with the graceful face, the light corners of the mouth, and the unusually charming arc. Suddenly, the uncoordinated melody broke the peace I had created, and when I looked back, tears fell quietly under my trembling eyelashes.
The gardenia trees were in full bloom, but the thorns were extremely frightening. I rolled up my clothes and pushed aside the messy veins of the leaves, and a shallow depression came into view. There were ravines mixed with new mud, and a red carp was leaping and struggling.
The fins were pierced by thorns, and strands of blood clouded my tears.
I ran to it quickly and desperately. The fluttering ribbon had been torn into silk. The wind that should have been gentle became more and more violent at this time, messing up the ends of my hair. I gently held it with both hands, and I couldn't help but feel secretly.
Surprisingly, it is so warm.
Ignoring the Aegean, I listened silently to its heartbeat, shielded it from the restless wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, where my inexplicably beating heart gradually calmed down.
The bamboo house is quiet and quiet. I picked out the thorns with a bun and applied the herbs I picked a few days ago on it. I couldn't bear to see it go back to the ocean alone, so out of selfishness, I threw it into the one-acre square pond in front of the house.
.This koi is really beautiful. Its leisurely curves are unpretentious. The mud stains on its scales are kissed off by the spray of water. The color is pure and unobtrusive. I was attracted to it unknowingly. I saw it swimming among the lotus leaves.
After being drunk for a while, I remembered the piano I had left behind. I didn't have time to wash it, so I ran back to the forest quickly. When I saw the strings were safe, I felt relieved.
It has been a while, and although my life is poor, it is peaceful. I sit on the floor in my spare nights, playing the harp and letting the bright moon wander and dance messily, watching the koi carps playing with the lotuses, and softly reciting untitled poems. It is a leisurely and joyful time.
"The wind and moon are sentimental, the moon is romantic and the wind is moonlight." I couldn't help but blurt out while staring at the beautiful full moon.