Master? Yin Mo.
Have I seen you?
As long as your heart hasn't changed, you are still the same.
However, Huayin feels that in this quiet and peaceful place, her heart seems to have quietly changed.
Master, if you feel unhappy, you don't have to pretend to be nice to me. You know, I am stupid. Every time you smile at me so gently, even if it is hypocritical, I will take it seriously.
Spitting ink and putting pen to paper is like a shower, hiding the soul and fragrance, which will be unforgettable for life.
However, this day she came back, covered in scars.
He watched silently in front of the porch window, flinched and refused to help. Until I saw her fall, suddenly, her blurred eyes penetrated Merlin and looked at him.
At the last moment, she opened her hand in his direction, full of tenderness.
If I could go back to 3,000 years ago, I'd rather you just flew past my window in a hurry, and the plum blossoms passed away with the wind.
Huayin listened, and the haze on her face was swept away. She raised her eyes and smiled like a meteor. "Well, my greatest wish is to stay with Master all the time." After a pause, he emphasized, "All the time, all the time, all the time."
Yin Mo has loved his little flower Yin from generation to generation, and this feeling will never die out, with lip service but not real words, as evidenced by lettering.
Two lovesickness and two ignorance.
Let him meditate and dare not interrupt, for fear of breaking the rare beauty of this moment with his mouth.
Holy as a lotus, a gentleman is like jade.
Autumn mountain sings bamboo, dressed in green makeup, fairy birds flying wearily, Conan dream.
Clouds reflect water, thousands of waves of fish rock, sake fragrance, drunk for thousands of years.
The only thing she can do is wait.
She waited, a day passed, and no one came back.
She has been waiting. A year passed and no one came back.
She is still unwilling to wait. Three years have passed and no one has come back.
She knows that every day is different, so comforting herself is not important. She still waits day after day, waiting for ten years.
Put your hands together and pray that it will never rain, never rain.
She doesn't want to see the red rain at all, although she knows it must be beautiful.
I want to find the most beautiful place in the world, where there are beautiful mountains and clear water, autumn leaves, long grass and warblers in Xia Chan.
-Then, live in seclusion with you.
If you are not a butterfly demon and I am not a fairy, then I will take you to seclusion, take you to Mobei in the south of the Yangtze River and marry you.
But you are a butterfly demon.
I am a god.
What stands between you and me is an eternal road that is difficult to turn back.
I appreciate flash in the pan, flash in the pan.
Second, envy all couples and join hands to grow old together.
Three envy of vegetation, no heart and no effort.
Four envious birds, free to go home.
Didn't I say that if I fell asleep, don't wake me up, just stay with me?
-Why don't you listen to me? So, how can I make excuses for myself and let all these plans be dashed?
Occasionally, my heart is like a scorpion, beside the plum tree. Such flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death follow people's wishes, and no one complains, whether it is sour or bright.
This is really a beautiful place, with beautiful scenery, long grass and flying warblers, and autumn leaves in Xia Chan, which is suitable for seclusion.
There are faint green hills in the distance and gurgling streams nearby. The dusk in spring is warm and the snowflakes in winter are white.
Wind, rain and beauty are all fake.
The meeting is fake. Gentleness is false. Like it or not. The smile is fake. The map is fake. The military spectrum is fake. The golden rain is fake. Flying snowflakes are fake. It is false to live and die together. Returning to rural homes is false. Sweet words are false. Everything is fake.
Only the conspiracy is completely true.
Di Zi looked up at the river where we used to go boating and fishing together, and then at the distant green hills, where the green water kept flowing.
"The song you sang is a little out of tune, but I like it very much."
"The snowman you made looks ugly, but I like it very much."
"I expected a lot, but you were the only one that surprised me."
"Many of them are fake. Trying to kill you is fake, hating you is fake, it doesn't matter if it's fake, and saying that you don't love you is fake ... but you can't hear it, even if you can hear it, you won't believe it anymore. "
That's good.
"Little demon, from now on, you should stay away from these distractions and live an ordinary life happily ... this is what you have always wanted, and I can never give it."
"But now that I have given it to you, I only hope ... that you and I will never meet again."
The leading edge becomes a dream, and later generations are entangled, like flowers and jade, like water flowing for years.
Smile dim, children wanton, harmonious, no one knows that there is a little devil who is rejected by people, standing alone in a pool of blood, crying like rain.
Hua Yin, you are not my Hua Yin anymore, are you?
I'm still guarding that bottle of wine for you. I would rather die than drink. But you remember everything, right?
Burn her name to ashes.
It's like pulling her out of her memory.
Burn the kiss under the starry night to ashes, burn the past laughter to ashes, burn the feelings of master and apprentice to ashes, and burn his love to ashes.
Huayin sat on the swing in the yard and echoed a few times. She finally got bored. She looked up at the blue sky in Wan Li and there were no clouds in Wan Li, which seemed no different from the past.
It's just that she misses the long golden color in her memory.
It's just that there's one person missing.
The kiosk opens the window and closes the door, reading and sleeping. Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams.
Xiaoxiao, you and I will never see each other again after reincarnation.
Master, forget it if you can't find it. You have always taught me that the happiness of life has nothing to do with the length of life, even if life is out of your control, as long as your heart is still there. So, as long as you are around Huayin, for me, three months in Qian Qian is better than ten thousand years.
I don't want to live forever, I just want to be free and happy. I think, if I can get these things, then I will become a mayfly, a plant or a bird. But I am not a mayfly, so I am immortal and lonely for thousands of years. As the supreme god, love can't be in my heart. I am not a plant, I have my own pain, which must be hidden in my heart, and no one can complain; I'm not a bird, I was born for heaven, and I will die for heaven. I can't escape or fly.
Life is like the wind. I only hope that this feeling is like a green mountain, and the green water will flow forever.
In June of the forty-sixth year of Beiling, on a windless night, Su Yinfeng, a famous female celestial teacher, died suddenly after a long illness at the age of 51.
She never married.
Just wait for one person, 30 years is like a day.
Finally, the man came to watch the rising sun with her for the last time.
Peach blossom years old, heaven and earth are in a dilemma.
Even more beautiful is the peerless sleeping face of the man in Qiancaopo. After being awakened, he smiled at her and called her a little girl.
Even better, get up early every day and recite the "Thousand Words Classic" that will never be finished. Standing on a stake waving a sword, watching the rising sun rise bit by bit, and accidentally falling from the air while practicing. The man flew up and gently held her in his arms at the critical moment.
Even more beautiful is the chubby snowman, and the hot air that the man breathes gently in his ear. When his fingers were in front of him, snowflakes danced for her.
Even more beautiful, the man took the slightly wrinkled leaves in his hand, put them to his lips unscrupulously, and blew out a tune leisurely.
Even better, the man said to himself, "When I say together, I mean ... you can go up and down with me, go in and out together, travel around the world together, come to the seaside at night and spend a long time with me, not just a hundred years, not just a thousand years, but until I die, until the day when you can see the red rain, do you understand?"
She knows.
Those memories are sealed in an unknown corner and will never be picked up.
In the red rain, I seem to hear someone's lonely voice again.
I appreciate flash in the pan, flash in the pan.
Second, envy all couples and join hands to grow old together.
Three envy of vegetation, no heart and no effort.
Four envious birds, free to go home.
-There was a fairy who had been chasing these four simple wishes all her life, but none of them came true.
In front of the hut in Yunling Mountain, the boy has disappeared.
Leaving only a fairy dress dyed with the world of mortals.
There are tall trees in the south, so it is difficult to enjoy the cool in the shade. There are wandering girls in the Han River, which breaks my heart. The Han River is wide and wide, so there is no way to swim with each other. The Yangtze River is long and far. How can a bamboo raft sail?
Xiao Yao, a love that consumes everything, can return slowly.
It is said that this novel is so bad that Huayin doesn't remember Yin Mo. ...