Yesterday, I braved the heavy rain to visit Yanxialing in Guangxi.
Nanfeng disappeared into the mist. I stopped under the eaves of a pine tree and asked a village girl if the osmanthus in Wengjiashan bloomed beautifully last year. The village girl looked at me carefully first: like a bird with wet feathers. I thought to myself, she must feel strange. She walked alone for a long time on this rainy day and asked if osmanthus fragrance was fragrant this year.
"Guest, it is unlucky for you to come too early and too late;
This is the famous Manjia Lane, which used to smell good at this time of year. The continuous rain and wind these days have made it so bad that the early osmanthus has ended this year.
"Sure enough, this laurel grove can't give me a happy idea: the branches only see withered fine cores, and they look sad, alas, innocent disasters!
Why is everything so haggard?
It is not easy to live these days!
It is not easy to live these days!
Dynasty: Modern | Author: Xu Zhimo
Feixingshan
Men's shyness is like a silent mountain in white clouds.
Lower your head and secretly swallow your love. Is that stone step your wound?
Maybe you just regard it as the wind mark of the years, build a house in the valley with unforgettable thoughts, drink cigarettes and wet your eyes, when a heavy rain rushes to you crazily, when love finally turns into rags, streams flow from your forehead to your feet, and mountain torrents have become a tired lake under your feet. Only a few tiny sighs seep out of your body, and the water is taken away by fate. Do you have a heart?
Even if your heart breaks into pebbles and you drift with the tide, you still keep silent all the way and refuse to let a drop of blood make a sound!
Who can see a flying mountain?
Dynasty: Modern Author: Wei Shi