[Listening to Snow] The Light on the Clouds Dream Soul Wither

Chapter 5

You don't regret it when you fall, but I know when I fly.When Yingchou is tired and the butterfly is tired, I will see you in the next spring—the next year!

--Inscription

The fire and water are not enough, and the upper and lower ridges are left.Heng, the little fox has done his best, humiliating his tail, no profit.

Closing the thin thread-bound book, the yellowish paper scroll at the fingertips reveals vicissitudes of life.

"Yi" begins with the two hexagrams of Qian Kun and ends with the end of the economy, just like the creation of the world and the division of chaos, and it has evolved to the present day for thousands of years, rolling in the world of mortals.Everything ends in Weiji, and everything begins in Weiji... How many subtle and profound truths are involved?

The carriage travels a long distance on the flat official road, the smell of green grass, the smell of soil drying in the sun, mixed with the inherent moistness of spring, surges in the wind of the wilderness into a joyful tiredness.

There is no hope ahead.

Even though what should be over is over, what should come will eventually come...

The carriage stopped under the mountain gate.Although Taoist Temple is located in the outskirts of the city, there are few pedestrians.The green silk cart embroidered with Xie's logo became the only human habitation in this empty mountain away from the hustle and bustle.Everyone in the world says that the more prosperous the incense in temples and temples, the more prosperous the avenues are, but they don't know how much truth can be found in the world of mortals and fireworks?

Yuyao heard that the voices around her gradually became silent, and she knew that Weiji Temple was coming.Gently open a corner of the car curtain, and a gust of breeze blows towards the face, engulfing the air of the mountains and wild vegetation, which makes people feel at ease.

From a distance, this mountain is not even a mountain, but a slightly higher mound.If you drive fast all the way along the official road, you don't even know that there is another cave here.The mountains are gentle, but the vegetation is deep and deep.Light green and deep green, like a broken glass cup in the sky, soft green falling down.

Qingrui came on horseback, helped Yuyao out of the carriage, brought along the school boy Xianhe and maid Xingyun, and the group of four slowly went up the mountain.

The mountain breeze is coming, the branches are swaying, the sky is like washing, blue and high.Stepping on the long bluestone steps randomly piled up on the mountain road.Clumps of weeds stretch freely in the crevices of the rocks, and the golden sunlight like rice grains sticks to the tips of the buds. All the tranquility breeds the brilliance of life.

Yuyao let Qingrui hold her hand, stepped up the green steps step by step, closed her eyes in a trance, just like she did when she was a child, holding her brother all the way back to Luoyang from southern Xinjiang.The mood at that time was joyful and satisfied. At that time, she didn't understand anything, so he also slowed down to accompany her.He didn't preach, let alone disgust, he just quietly did what he should do every day, allowing the girl who knew nothing to quickly adapt to the current life.

Those young hands were unexpectedly warm.Among all the cold memories before the age of six, that was the only warm thing.

All the way was shaded, turned the corner of the road, but bumped into the brilliant sunshine.

She stopped abruptly at the edge of the shade, and for a moment, hesitated whether to step over the boundary between shadow and sunlight.Qing Rui looked back in the bright light, pulled her, and smiled lightly.

At that moment, the girl standing in the darkness felt an unfathomable sadness in her heart.

You will always stand in the light, and I will eventually disappear into the dark night. The thinnest thing in the world is the boundary between light and shadow, and the farthest thing is the difference between light and shadow...

"Xiaoyao? Are you stunned?" He tilted his head and smiled, stretched out his finger, and waved it in front of Yuyao's eyes until he saw the girl's gaze focused on his finger.

Yuyao lowered her head, her eyes were frozen, and they flowed like water waves again.Lightly moving the lotus steps, walking in front of Qingrui, the light shattered all over the ground under his feet.

Qingrui looked at Yuyao's back against the light, and her clear smile faded away.He seemed to have made up his mind, and said word by word: "Xiao Yao, if you have any difficulties, just say it. I may not be able to help you, but I can shoulder it with you."

The slender fingers trembled slightly in his palm, but there was only silence.

For a long time, she turned her back to him and said, "There are some things, brother, you might as well not know." She didn't see him bewildered and thoughtful, just like he didn't see the tears floating in her eyes.

"Maybe..." She said softly, but suddenly stopped and didn't make any more sound.How should I tell you?Brother, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't live for ten years... Such a top-secret plan, that vicious spell, how can I say hello to you, and how can I pull you into the vortex of right and wrong?

The shadow of death is like a necrosis attached to the bone, and it will never sleep at night and cannot be shaken off.

He just stood quietly behind him, slowly gathered his fingers, and unknowingly, clasped her white wrist tightly.

At that moment, if it can be extended infinitely, it will be frozen into a never-fading sunshine from now on...

For a long time, he said in a shy voice: "Yuyao, there are some things that I really hope you don't understand for the rest of your life, but I'm also afraid that you don't understand..."

Yuyao turned around, grabbed the young man's slender wrist with the other hand, and smiled softly: "Brother, don't worry! I will take good care of myself."

Those brows and eyes were close in front of his eyes, but he turned his eyes away and looked at the distant sky: "Xiao Yao, I want you to promise me one thing."

"Ah."

"No matter what happens in the future, don't forget who you were back then. No matter how miserable and deceitful the world is, don't allow yourself to be destroyed by those things. Even if the dark clouds cannot dissipate, there is sunshine above the heavy clouds."

After listening, in the silence, Yuyao suddenly smiled and leaned back: "Okay, brother, it looks like something, every word is so pretentious. It's really not your style."

Qingrui also laughed suddenly, took her hand vigorously, and walked forward, "Go, let's go to the back garden to see the flowers!"

Yuyao pulled up her skirt and followed, with a bright smile on her face, brightening the gray and cold time.

After Weiji Temple, there is a piece of white walls and black tiles, old paint and old style, green tiles and moss.Wherever the eyes touch, the vicissitudes of life that have been silent in time have fermented and brewed into a unique fragrance——the fragrance of the flower of three lives.

The breeze blows up pieces of flying flowers, bypassing the undulating walls, and sending them to the fingertips of the young people walking in the courtyard.The almost transparent white flower swirls down and shatters when touched, like a dream.

Turning around the waist of the wall, what you see is the beauty of the large pieces shaking down.

The dark brown branches have long withered, with traces of scorched by the fire, piercing sharply towards the sky.There is not a single green leaf on the branches, but clusters of almost transparent white, rustling in the wind, like snowflakes falling from the sky.With a cold fragrance, it falls to the dust soberly and turns into dust—that is the flower of Sansheng.

A tree that is long dead bears flowers that never bear fruit.

Once a year, around Qingming, the illusory flowers will quickly bloom on the branches, pour out their fragrance quickly, wither and grow old quickly, and disappear without a trace.

It is the pure beauty that blossoms out of death, interpreting a desperate death with a grand bloom; expressing a lifetime of persistent watch with a ruthless disillusionment...

—— According to legend, it was an infatuated woman who gave up the hope of reincarnation and waited for her lover in the afterlife.I hope he can pass under the flowers and wither the tree of youth on his shoulders.Just like her in her previous life, gently leaning on his shoulder...

The pure white petals are flying in all directions, so light that they seem to have no weight, dancing in the void for a long time, looking for the direction of the previous life...

Yuyao stared blankly at the empty flower, and stretched out her hand involuntarily, but at the moment of contact, she heard countless shattering sounds.Yes, she is naturally not the one Hua has to wait for.

But, is that the sound of heartbreak?

Why, what came into her ears was endless sadness?

A vast sobbing sound floated from a distance—it was a hole flute, a kind of sorrow that was extremely clear.

The sound of the flute fluctuated softly, hovering mistyly, unwilling to land for a long time.Like the Milky Way flow, diffuse the distant starlight.

All of a sudden, those flying flowers were infatuated, and they seemed to be like people, standing still in mid-air, trembling slightly.

Where the breeze passed between heaven and earth, a figure like a white crane gracefully floated down on the wall, sitting cross-legged, dressed like snow.But the sound of Kong Che's flute spun around at his fingertips without any stagnation.

The pure white flowers seemed to be disturbed by something, and suddenly changed the direction of falling, even the flowers that were about to fall to the ground swirled up.One by one, piece by piece, they fluttered gently in the slightly cold wind, circling around the ageless man on the wall.

At that moment, in Yuyao's eyes, there was a piece of tranquility and gentleness, without sadness or joy, without life or death.Between the vast sky and the vast earth, there is only that white dress exuding faint fragrance, that tree exuding faint fragrant flowers, and that song exuding faint sorrowful music.

It turns out that the only thing in the world that can transcend life and death is love...

After a song is finished, there is silence all around.The only thing that flows between the heaven and the earth is the almost transparent Sanshenghua, lightly surrounding that person.He stretched out his palm on the top of the wall in a daze, and the curly petals suddenly surged like a tide and flew towards the pale hand. The petals stood upright, circling and dancing in his palm.

The bright sunshine came late and fell on the man's slender fingers.

Blooming a splendor that makes people cry...

The author has something to say: