It has nothing to do with the wind and moon.

On that day, the sun was shining and the house was warm. Indoor greenery slowly stretch, gray tables and chairs, light dust. The books that were casually rolled in front of me were also lazy to lie on the title page of yesterday. It seemed that time ran aground here and forgot the steps of the years. Daily day and night, common streets and streets. In the bright and transparent days, sort out your life into a simple look, forget the wind and rain last night, pay for your time, and go plain. As long as the mood returns to the dust and no longer floats on the clouds, it is a illusory and dynamic injury. Even if you live in the red dust streets and streets, the gray scenery can be as bright as flowers. After the age passed, I finally gradually realized that the boat of life had gone through thousands of rivers and washed the lead, just for you to calm my heart, know how to cherish the precious moment, and give you a home, from then on, remove the heavy Shiralee, bind the trifles into a book, or choose to put them on the shelf, or simply forget, clean the past, stop boats and shore, and enjoy your warmth in this life. Every traveler, or passer-by, has a place to stop and rest, or a hut deep in the cliff; Or a tea house near Fenglin lake; Or a boat painting in Jiangnan Water Village. However, my home is a short eaves with fireworks. Throughout his life, no matter what role you and I play in the world of mortals, it is the high brow of guangyaomenting, the businessmen who have traveled through the mountains and rivers, or the cultivator woodcutter who has kept the years, it is a long way forward, there will always be a scenery waiting for you and a beauty waiting for you. She was either on the bank of the river, or in the south of the Yangtze River where the flowers were drunk and the rain was smoky, or asking about the broken bridge in the previous life. No matter the changes of the world, the sea and the mountains, she had seen how many spring days to return in the autumn, will always stand at the ferry of fate, hope you come back. Once, when I was young and frivolous, I easily built a beautiful dream. Without the world, I had no fear of fearless heart. I looked down on all wandering and wandering. I thought naively that I could go far away and have love. But I don’t know, the mountains and rivers are rough and clouds confused, which will not only tire my soul, but also cover my eyes. Let the verdant youth lose weight into a lonely boat, can’t see the other shore, forget the way back, and begin to wander helplessly on the road of youth pursuit, and walk through one city after another in a hurry; The sea of Hearts is vast, drunk with countless ups and downs. It is always believed that a light song can sing all the sorrow in this life, but how could the perception of reality be too shallow. The night sky in the city is full of lights, but the destination is endless. There is no one that can illuminate the hearts of passers-by. The dramas are brilliant, but in a flash, they are submerged in the falling wind and dust, it has not been tasted with heart, and the sound of gongs and drums has already disappeared like flowers. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, a few degrees of wind and rain. Until the end of youth, it was another thin and bright autumn night. The cold moon hung high, and you were pink T-shirt plain. Facing the soft moonlight, you walked lightly and slowly, with a beautiful face and a smile like a flower, quiet and fresh, intoxicating,. After years of ups and downs, I feel the sadness and joy of life. Although I am an ordinary man, I deeply know that when I meet you, I have to meet you and find the direction of home. I said, go with the flow, I don’t know where the shore is; You said, may this world be a harbor and spend this life waiting. Grateful fate, among thousands of people, arrange you to wait for me. From meeting to knowing each other, everything is natural warmth. It seems that if you have always been in my life, you have never been discovered, but your heart has feelings. Even if the lights are dim and the clouds are vast, there is no need to look for it. Just because you are there, you are not afraid of spending time, and you are not afraid of the changes of mountains and rivers. From then on, I finally had the honor to keep a plain time, enjoying the smell of fireworks every day and night. The silent heart finally leaned back on the years and kept silent for the fleeting years. It was no longer disturbed by the wind and moon and shocked by the clouds. Every day, the morning meets the colorful clouds, and the late and tired birds return. Although they are ordinary, they are safe. Only because there is a fishing fire lamp in the place where they return, they light up for me alone. In the fireworks, you are waiting by the window. Although life is quiet, it is not far from noise. You and I can’t stand the coolness of living alone. We only want to live in ordinary fireworks, so quarrels are inevitable. For trifles, for the past, there will always be a sudden eyebrow bending, waiting for idle cloud to disperse, but never in my heart, branded with any trace. Everything is always fine and sunny. Red Dust, alone, the lake is as flat as a mirror is happiness, wind and drizzle is also happiness. Time is endless, gathering and spreading when there is poverty. Finally, the discrete ones are all passers-by, and those who gather together without breaking up are doomed. It is destined to embrace each other here, and fireworks will last forever. Tagore once taught us that if we cry because we miss the sun, we will eventually miss XINGX and the moon. In fact, fireworks life is not ordinary, just like the stars scattered fluorescence, but it is brighter than the noon sun, just because she is at the bottom of the deep, for us, usually and far away. It’s nothing to do with the wind and moon that you are allowed in this life. The past is all scenery, leaving is life. It was the past, the present, and the Ming Dynasty. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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