[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and Shenxiang sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

The Xinghua Palace does not sell apricot flowers.

Xinghua Palace only sells people.

A person who can use a sword.

Swordsmen in the world produce apricot blossoms.

The spring breeze is as drunk as wine.

Wearing a scholar's robe, Zhuang Zhou walked slowly and leisurely under the blue sky and white sun, among the streets and alleys of the city, he could not see the ambition and hypocrisy in his heart at all. A new lotus in the clear water before flowering, makes people feel peaceful and peaceful in the heart, as if reborn.

The bored woman between the pavilions blushed silently, inexplicably thinking of the pages in the storybook where red sleeves add fragrance, shoulder to shoulder, and beautiful talents.

The flowing water is beautiful, and the thousand mountains are cloudy and rainy. Since then, I have lived and died with you, and lived together.

Women's minds are always spring.

But most of them are deeply in love and don't live long, leaving hatred and hatred.

Pedestrians were like weaving, Zhuang Zhou walked slowly, walked past Baiyun Tower with the most unattractive proprietress and the best Baiyun wine, the proprietress stood at the door, with an ugly but sincere smile, walked past the fragrant and salty spicy pepper Noodles, the boss was busy adding a spoonful of red, fresh and tender spicy oil to the noodle bowl of a bunt man. Beads of crystal clear sweat were already appearing on the man's dark forehead, and his lips were red. It's like oil chili in the boss's spoon.

On the opposite side of the street, the man holding a short knife and licking half of his tendon and flesh opened his eyes wide, and swung his sweaty arms to chop off viciously and neatly. The bright red and trembling skin and meat were divided piece by piece. The white teeth of a steel-and-steel beast.

Beside the beast, sat a child.

But at the age of thirteen or fourteen, sitting quietly and obediently beside the man, there are old and new puddings on the clothes, and the original color can no longer be seen.

His hands were clean, and he was holding a book carefully.

It's like holding a new leaf in the desert and a lamp in the darkness.

The man glanced at him from time to time, as if he was looking at another part of his life.

New flowers always grow on bones, new shoots always grow on old wood.

There are no more than five or six kinds of human moods in detail.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes are clear and gentle, but his heart is like an old monk who has entered into samadhi and enlightened gods and Buddhas. Looking around, the world is neither sad nor bitter. Flowers in the mirror, the street scene in a lifetime.

He walked down the street as if walking in a dream.

A dream that I once thought in my heart could never return.

Dreams are old dreams.

He smiled, and finally quickened his pace.

Zhuang Zhou left this street, left this dream, and entered a brothel.

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I can't guarantee an update, and I'm too lazy to enter V. I enjoyed writing it, and you enjoyed reading it. If you have time, give me some thunder and it's over.Summer vacation resume update.