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Fang Shengman had never had such an idle day. In the past, before the dawn had found the way, a bunch of chaotic thoughts broke through the dream, chirping and clamoring like a house sparrow, always alert to the unfinished business.Now she still can't sleep, her chest is filled with uncontrollable expectations and throbbing for the future, as if facing a piece of white rice paper, holding a pen tremblingly, a person full of ideas lost his mind, a little dazed, gone The pen is exquisite, and I don't know how to render it at all.And when she opened her eyes, she saw the person she loved breathed lightly in the light of the morning light, with a faint fragrance, and she couldn't help feeling the morning breeze passing by, sweeping away all the worldly worries in an instant, except for squeezing some feelings to her side. Apart from the moisture and warmth of the breath, I don't know anything.

With the lifting and falling of the horseshoe, winter is coming.She walked the road from the capital to Fuzhou more than ten times, but she never had the heart to appreciate the scenery on the road, or at that time, there was no one around her who could make her aware of the scenery on the road.Winter Ci often includes plum blossoms and snow, otherwise the road is lined with dead branches and the lonely peak is bald, so gloomy and miserable, it seems that there is no poetic and picturesque feeling.However, if you take a closer look, what is a scene?Scenery is one of everything, and everything is born from the heart, and the heart moves with emotion, not with scenery.Mengde once said that autumn is better than spring, and Fang Shengman also said that the most beautiful thing in this life is early winter.Walking along the way is unhurried, passing thatched huts in barren fields, cold mountains and wild lakes, the favorite is a small stream, the gurgling sound of the water is clear and clear, unknowingly getting off the horse and holding hands, talking softly a few times in boredom, lazy to watch the first-class rushing water, Lingling and vivid Passing through the sparse forest, smashing thin ice flakes, the vigor is full of elegance.When I turned back, the shadow of the sun had set to the west, and I was about to get on my horse, when I was stumbled by a short branch, but I leaned over to look closely, and saw a small plum blossom bud growing on it.

It's called surprise, and it's also called leisure.

If the love in the heart can be turned into a poem at this time, what kind of rhetoric should it be?The eye-catching flowers and dazzling sentences are often fragmented, perfunctory and sparse, and cannot withstand careful consideration.And we want to turn our life into light ink, and talk about the jade scraps in the evening while adding lamps and warming wine.

It is said that officials are tired of people, who is more tired of knowing and loving?

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Gradually slanting to the west, the two settled in a small shop, and then felt lazy for a while.Unloading the burden, Fang Shengman lit the oil lamp early, and after taking a breath in a puff of black smoke, he leaned forward and sat reclined, and asked, "These days are like a dream, do you think I will wake up suddenly?"

"Who knows?" Guan Yuzhen didn't answer, but just moved closer to the window, closing it to lock in the warmth.While exhaling, there was a white mist, Fang Shengman moved quietly, chasing the mist that dissipated in the afterglow of the setting sun, and softly gave a hug warmer than the afterglow from behind.

"If I want to wake up, I will wake up from this dream until I am a hundred years old," she rubbed her head, and softened her tone: "When I wake up, I will be a hundred-year-old dream again." Dream."

Guan Yuzhen curled up his sleeves and hooked her hand in the rosy glow, raised his eyes and said, "Insatiable greed."

Fang Shengman let go of his hand, bent his head, and lowered his eyebrows just to meet the moon and stars in her eyes. His heartstrings were subtly plucked, trembling one by one, and slowly played an indescribable itchiness.She couldn't help staring, and once again doubted whether she could stand such clarity and scrutiny. In the past, she had been defeated repeatedly and always wanted to escape. Dodge, now you don't need to think about the success or failure, the depth of the desire, it's just the sweetness of the cuteness hidden under Duanxiu, praising the good eyes over and over again, the soul will be sucked in.

It seems to be some great vortex, once you step into it, you will have the lingering taste on your tongue for the rest of your life.

"Greedy, can you not be greedy?"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, followed by a burst of greed.Greedy thoughts cannot be aroused, and when they arise, they cannot be stopped.

There is a little red plum on the top of Baiyun Mountain, rouge is smeared on the soft white jade, and there are several layers of undulations between the blue waves of the river. The beautiful scenery is hidden in the winter clothes.To explore the Dongting, play with aquatic plants, play with sharks, pry pearls and mussels, and do whatever you want to do in the world.

The spring is only too little, never too much, put it together foolishly, greed is always insufficient, the four eyes meet, the two hearts are silent, there is no need to pretentiously ponder the words...

The rendezvous is over.

In the small house, pour a pot of newly brewed wine, and taste the clear to slightly intoxicated.

The early winter snow fell outside the window, covering the earth one after another, except for the other side, there was nothing.

The author has something to say:

The word rendezvous, I only recently learned of such a usage, and I think it is quite wonderful.