The poem says: Dreams of greed stir up inner demons, welcoming the beginning of a burning heart and soul. The Lingtai transcended the tribulation and broke through the prison door, and the ice heart was like a soul lock.
Dreams and dusty relationships, floating vines, how can they be compared to each other? The moon is cold in Qinhuai, and the mandarin duck spectrum of three lives has been missed.
Life and death are empty words, don't blame the cicada for saying goodbye to the tree.
To brag about the coldness and to add fragrance and ask questions only adds to the sadness.
Long Xing fled down the mountainside and ran to the backyard wall of Mo's house. There was only a bamboo fence separating the hillside.
It took a lot of effort to cross the bamboo fence. At this time, Long Xing was close to collapse. There were stars in front of his eyes, and his mental power was overused. The Niwan Palace is exhausted.
Relying on perseverance, in the slippery backyard of the Mo family, I finally approached the pavilion by the pond.
Long Xing's intention was to rest in the pavilion to see if he could recover so that he could return to the guest room before dawn.
After the rain, the pond is filled with mist and a little cold. A few green leaves are floating in the wind in the mist.
Long Xing reached the steps of the pavilion. Just as he tried to cling to the railing, his vision went dark. Plunge into the pond under the pavilion.
The body had just fallen into the pool water, and the cold water made Long Xing's consciousness react a little bit.
Subconsciously, he knew that he had fallen into the water, but his consciousness was vague and the human body was not controlled by the brain.
The body sank to the bottom of the water. Suddenly, a body appeared in the pool, and the calm bottom of the pool became turbulent.
An extremely manic ink-colored energy surged in from all directions, squeezing towards Long Xing's body. The huge water pressure made Long Xing's body almost flattened and deformed.
Long Xing's consciousness gradually faded, and he stood in a daze in the ink-like water. Suddenly, an hallucination appeared in front of him. A woman wearing a dark green dress stood in front of him.
She was wearing a long, dark-colored skirt of very good quality, and a white shawl with large meshes draped over her shoulders. The shawl was stained with ink, like stains, and the tassels were tangled together, forming a ball.
On her feet were a pair of small brown leather shoes. The shoes were stained with mud from the bottom of the pond, but it could still be seen that the shoes were of good quality.
Simple and luxurious, as if worn by an upper class lady.
The woman in the long ink dress is very young, in her late twenties, with a face as pretty as a melon seed, covered in ink, and exuding a mysterious luster.
He has two dark eyes that look sad and deep, a tall and thin nose, a slightly square nose, a short philtrum, and a long, red mouth underneath.
The hair was shining with a light blue luster in the dark pool water, and was spread wetly on the shoulders. These images were all part of Long Xing's vague consciousness. He couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly at all. What made Long Xing's heart beat the most was the bouquet of dark and red flowers in her arms.
Every time I look at the flower, Longxing's Niwan Palace feels a little cool. The bouquet of flowers has dark green leaves dripping with water, and the flowers are plump and purple in color. The leaves and flowers are all watery. As if freshly cut from the dew.
Long Xing subconsciously felt that it was a rose or a rose, but it appeared in the dark pool water. There are seven or eight flowers in the woman's arms, fist-sized flowers and half-opened buds.
The woman held the bouquet in her hands, and there were red scratches on her white arms that had faded due to the fat sleeves of her dress. Surrounded by ink-colored mist. The scratches were clearly caused by the hard thorns of the flower.
Flowers clustered around her chin. The petals were fresh and full of life, and the purple and red were alluring. It seemed that the flowers were all living things.
In the ink-like water, the woman's face is reflected by the flowers, soft and charming. Her eyes shone with kindness and gentleness.
It was as if the flowers were gradually opening and stretching their charm, and a charming and charming smile gradually bloomed on her face.
She revealed two rows of teeth that were as bright as porcelain. They were white with light blue, very clear, and without any flaws.
Long Xing's heart tightened and he was about to burst under the ink-colored water.
The surrounding area was dark green, mist emanated from the flowers in the woman's arms, and Long Xing's Niwan Palace jumped even more fiercely.
The consciousness gradually blurred in Long Xing's mind, and he was suffocated. The woman's face emerged from the flowers, and her smile was like a beam of yellow light. Through the ink mist, it formed a flame burning in Long Xing's mind.
Long Xing's consciousness was captured by the smile in the flowers.
The woman's silent smile was like a bright lightning, striking the sea of consciousness in Niwan Palace.
Crack, crackle, the ink-colored pool seemed to have a muffled thunder, and distant lightning ignited the light blue hair on the woman's head.
A large group of faint blue light vaguely illuminated her pale face and the deep purple flowers. A chill emanated from his internal organs, cooling his limbs and body surface.
A hot smell of rotten grass, similar to the smell of thick rotten grass in the horse pen on a cloudy day, rushed into the nostrils and mouth, and this smell actually came from the woman holding the flowers. .
The ink-like water changed its position around Long Xing, but the smell of the pool water could not suppress the smell of the woman.
The woman looked at Long Xing and smiled, as brightly as the freshly split petals of a flower.
The woman leaned half of her body, hugged the flower with her right arm, freed her left hand, covered her mouth, and smiled at Long Xing. Her voice was not loud, but the range of body movements caused by her laughter was large.
Her body leaned forward and back, and the shawl slipped from her shoulders like a white cloud. Half of her green shoulders, as white as jade, suddenly pierced Long Xing's heart.
Long Xing's consciousness was breathing rapidly, and his eyes were like two barn swallows with full wings flying out of the nest and landing on her shoulders. Her collarbone and the blue bird's nest-like nest happened to be nestled against a pair of barn swallows.
The fire of desire began to burn in the consciousness, and the evil thoughts became fervent and pure under the squeeze of the ink-colored pool. I don't know what kind of posture he used.
After a few turns, he floated to the woman in the black skirt and kissed her smooth shoulders and soft bird's nest with his hot mouth.
The woman's skin was cold and had a faint smell of decaying grass. The mouth and nose in consciousness are very comfortable.
When he kissed her shoulder, she laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, as if that was her sensitive part.
Still losing control of his consciousness quickly, his mouth reflected on his neck and cheeks, and for a moment he felt the pain of the hard thorns on the flower branches digging into his skin.
The water drops from the flowers wet my chin.
When his mouth pressed against hers, the branches and flowers were gone. Her lips were thick and elastic, and the grassy smell from her mouth injected into Long Xing's body and all the organs with almost no leakage.
Rather than saying that Long Xing's mouth was on the woman's mouth, it was better to say that she pounced on Long Xing's mouth. The smell of decayed grass was continuously output, like a lighter inflating, filling Long Xing's body and Niwan Palace. Space.
When Long Xing was in a daze, a barking dog sound came into his mind.
