In the dark night, there were only a few stars in the sky. The moon hid behind the clouds at some point, shyly looking at the scenery under the night but refusing to come out.
A figure flashed across the streets and alleys, stood on the roof tiles of the city gate, and looked far away.
Holding a jade flute in his hand, his eyes flashed and his eyebrows twitched, as if there was infinite sadness, and he was dressed in black and blended into the dark night.
The birds outside the city were frightened. I don’t know whether they felt someone passing by, or they felt the coldness of the night wind. There were waves of chills in the warmth of early summer.
The emerald green bamboos stand alone, and the breeze blows slowly. There is a small bamboo house at the end of the bamboo forest. It is a simple bamboo house with a bluestone path. The outside of the house is surrounded by green. The fence is covered with green. Dots of purple and red dot the fence. Next to the house, there is a small bamboo house.
plum tree
The faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingers in the air of clear bamboo. Originally, plum blossoms are not in bloom in this season, but they are always in full bloom here.
There was no moonlight, only a little starlight. He stood under the plum blossom tree and took off the black veil. This person was Mo Yan.
Looking at the plum blossom that was still blooming, Mo Yan's lips curled up into a sneer. This flower had really always been blooming. Mo Yan wished that it would stop blooming and wither.
Mo Yan once remembered her master's words. Master told her that everything is fate, and when the plum blossoms fall, it will be the time for her to leave this country.
The teacher's orders and the emperor's orders, Mo Yan found it ridiculous. She thought that she was a new woman. She came to this ancient time but had to abide by the rules here. She also thought about resisting, but resisting didn't matter. She might as well obey. Life still needs a little fun.
of
"Plum blossoms, plum blossoms," he stretched out his hand to touch, the coldness on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, and with one palm he chopped down the tree full of plum blossoms, but in the end the plum blossoms fell, and not long after, the tree was filled with plum blossoms again.
Is this God's will? I have asked myself countless times. I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but after the time-travel happened, I saw the plum blossoms grow again the moment after they fell. All this is so incredible.
If possible, Mo Yan hopes that there really are gods in this world. She wants to ask the gods why they let her come to ancient times, which only represents loneliness and loneliness. Is it the word "God's will" again?
Ridiculous, ironic, can't people escape their own fate after all? Mo Yan wanted to say that he could escape, but she saw through it. Sometimes in life, you can go whatever way you want, even if you escape, you will still end up back.
On that road
"It's another year," I don't know if the expression in my eyes is loneliness, sadness, or nothing at all, is my heart still?
It's almost eighteen years. If women in ancient times would have been married long ago, when they look up at the sky, the moon in the sky is still reluctant to come out.
Turning to look at the sparkling waves on the side, there is a small pool next to the bamboo house. When she is lonely in the house at night, Mo Yan likes to go out alone and soak here. No one knows that she has left that 'prison', and even more
no one knows coming here
Walking to the edge of the pool, I slowly took off my clothes one by one, loosened the long bra that wrapped my chest, put down my black hair, jumped into the water, and swam in the water. Only at this moment,