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Autumn leaves are flying in every shape, better than the lonely and helpless dead leaf butterflies, dancing in a passionate arc. I picked up a piece of the thread and counted the invisible vicissitudes in it. Years have passed, why am I sentimental now? The lonely clouds wander aimlessly, and I secretly wonder where they should return. Frowning, the old well and dry pond have been covered with weeds. The smiles and faces of the past are no longer there, just scattered, a wisp of the past.
The morning light disturbed the new mulberry trees on the street, the wind swept the fallen flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor. The thick ink chased the flow of emotions and dyed my plain clothes and white clothes. I wrote the book with you to the end of the world, and the ink remains. And now I call you, why don't you answer? Koi.
I still remember that the afternoon sun was just right, the sparse light in the forest was mottled with lingering latent shadows, and the gurgling water matched the sound of the piano. I played the piano alone, and my fingers seemed to flow like clouds and flowing water, creating a beautiful rhythm. Flowers are blooming on the street. If the flowers are not intoxicating, everyone will be intoxicated. I can't help but indulge in this scene. The graceful face, the corners of the mouth, and the unusually charming arc. Suddenly, the uncoordinated melody broke the peace I had created. Looking back, tears fell quietly under my slightly trembling eyelashes.
The gardenia is in full bloom, but the thorns are extremely frightening. I rolled up my clothes and pushed aside the messy leaf veins that revealed their sharp edges, and a shallow depression came into view. The ravines were mixed with new mud, and a red carp was leaping and struggling, its fins were pierced by thorns, and strands of blood muddied my tears.
I ran to it quickly and desperately, but the fluttering ribbon had been torn into silk satin. The wind that should have been gentle became more and more violent at this time, messing up the ends of my hair. Holding it gently with both hands, I couldn't help but feel surprised secretly, it was so warm.
Ignoring the Aegean, I listened silently to its heartbeat, shielded it from the restless wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, where my inexplicably beating heart gradually calmed down.
The bamboo house was quiet and quiet. I picked out the thorns with a bun and applied the herbs I picked a few days ago on it. I couldn't bear to see it go back to the ocean alone, so out of selfishness, I threw it into the one-acre square pond in front of the house. . This koi is really beautiful. Its leisurely curves are unpretentious. The mud stains on its scales are kissed off by the spray of water. The color is pure and unobtrusive. I am attracted to it without knowing it. Seeing it swimming among the lotus leaves, I am intoxicated. After a while, I remembered the piano I had left behind. I didn't have time to wash it, so I ran back to the forest quickly. When I saw the strings were safe, I felt relieved.
It has been a while now, and although my life is poor, it is peaceful. I sit on the floor in my spare nights, play the harp and let the bright moon wander and dance messily, watch the koi carp play with the lotuses, and recite untitled poems, which is a leisurely and joyful time.
"The wind and moon are sentimental, the moon is romantic and the wind is moon." Staring at the beautiful full moon, I couldn't help but blurt out.
“Rhyme conveys flavor, and music creates charm, and rhyme creates music.”
The graceful voice lingered around my ears, and a handsome young man who I had never met walked towards me. He was dressed in a red Luo Yi, his long hair was tied up in a bamboo bun, his porcelain skin was as delicate as snow lotus, and there seemed to be something in his bright eyes. Chi Chunshui adds a breathtaking gaze to those peach-like cheeks. His posture is leisurely and elegant. In front of the court outside the fence, the hibiscus is enchanting under the moonlight.
I stared at him silently for a long time, and then said: "Blow a beautiful path, and record it as haze flowing in this gully."
"The mountains full of greenery were picked up, and they were evenly transformed into an ink painting pavilion."
"Okay, I'm really ashamed of myself!" I said to him with a smile, but he just smiled lightly and nodded slightly, which made me breathe tight. I always feel that he is very familiar, but it is getting harder and harder to remember.
Since then, we often sing together, the night is hazy like poetry, and we cherish each other with the moon. I looked down at the square pond, but could not find the shadow of the koi.
The wind blows through the courtyard, and the weeds outline a ghostly appearance.
"The water chestnut follows the waves and has its horns."
"The water from the lotus pod comes from excessive thoughts."
His smile is like a summer flower, so bright that it reminds you of spring. But why do I always feel that there is unfathomable sadness in his eyes? Since he never mentioned it, then I am just suspicious.
"Looking across the horizon, where can the autumn wind scatter the shadows of geese?"
"The ink marks are opened by chanting, and the moonlight from the window moves the soul."
The sound of the piano weaves a dream-like beauty. If Penglai is in the dream he yearns for day and night, the moonlight wraps him softly. Sometimes I even wonder if it is a phantom, but I deny it many times, because every word he says So true.
"The koi carp is just the bead curtain that is rolled up."
Looking back, I still couldn't find the koi, and the disappointment in my heart lingered for a long time. Before I finished the couplet, I raised my head and saw that he was clearly crying.
"The calamity of sparks, how can it be that the moon's shadow is tilting to the west again." I was confused, closed my eyes, and felt the artistic conception he described. When I opened my eyes again, there was no one there.
Fortunately the koi are still around.
Lying quietly on the bed, ignoring the restlessness in his heart, he murmured a song "Koi Chao" composed for it.
"The sun is slightly cool, the strings of the piano are slightly cool, the wind is blowing wildly, the world is in a hurry; the breath is slightly cool, the thoughts are slightly cool, the years are fleeting, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong."
The fire devoured the bamboo house unbridled, the roaring tongue of fire licked my hair, and the pain of the burning skin made me desperate, "Koi, Koi," I shouted feebly, although I knew it was in vain. When you are on the verge of death, why bother saying anything back? But I clearly saw him reaching out to me in the sea of fire. Whether it was fake or real, I had no intention of guessing. The shadow in front of me became blurry, and I fell down unwillingly.
In the haze, I saw him being burned by the flames, the red robe and the flames blending together, his eyebrows, his expression, being swallowed up bit by bit. In the rising heat, he closed his eyes and transformed into a koi.
No--
Koi——
You have been wandering around in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time. The sparks traced your face and burned up the time. Don't leave me alone, alone, withering in the dream.
The memories are over, it's late autumn, but Koi, why don't you answer when I call you now? The teeth of clogs lightly step on the candle flame and sway, and all the silence and noise are depicted in the painting. I will never forget your eyebrows, your expression.
"The lamplight is slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, it is difficult to describe the illusion, and it is difficult to explain the melancholy; the dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool, the fantasy is blurred, and the sadness is overlapped."
It turns out that farewell is due to deep attachment. You exchanged reincarnation for the full moon on my pillow. I hope that the memory will stop on the day we met, fade with the flowers, scatter the dust, and gradually become stranded.
Koi, now, I use these fragments to express my condolences to the years, hoping that the fireflies will converge my sorrow.
Look, it’s another night of beautiful flowers and full moon. Tonight, among the stars, who will accompany me to laugh?
"The koi carp is just the bead curtain that is rolled up."
…
"The Spark Tribulation, I only wish to repay old kindness with all my heart."
Koi? !
Autumn leaves are flying in every shape, better than the lonely and helpless dead leaf butterflies, dancing in a passionate arc. I picked up a piece of the thread and counted the invisible vicissitudes in it. Years have passed, why am I sentimental now? The lonely clouds wander aimlessly, and I secretly wonder where they should return. Frowning, the old well and dry pond have been covered with weeds. The smiles and faces of the past are no longer there, just scattered, a wisp of the past.
The morning light disturbed the new mulberry trees on the street, the wind swept the fallen flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor. The thick ink chased the flow of emotions and dyed my plain clothes and white clothes. I wrote the book with you to the end of the world, and the ink remains. And now I call you, why don't you answer? Koi.
I still remember that the afternoon sun was just right, the sparse light in the forest was mottled with lingering latent shadows, and the gurgling water matched the sound of the piano. I played the piano alone, and my fingers seemed to flow like clouds and flowing water, creating a beautiful rhythm. Flowers are blooming on the street. If the flowers are not intoxicating, everyone will be intoxicated. I can't help but indulge in this scene. The graceful face, the corners of the mouth, and the unusually charming arc. Suddenly, the uncoordinated melody broke the peace I had created. Looking back, tears fell quietly under my slightly trembling eyelashes.
The gardenia is in full bloom, but the thorns are extremely frightening. I rolled up my clothes and pushed aside the messy leaf veins that revealed their sharp edges, and a shallow depression came into view. The ravines were mixed with new mud, and a red carp was leaping and struggling, its fins were pierced by thorns, and strands of blood muddied my tears.
I ran to it quickly and desperately, but the fluttering ribbon had been torn into silk satin. The wind that should have been gentle became more and more violent at this time, messing up the ends of my hair. Holding it gently with both hands, I couldn't help but feel surprised secretly, it was so warm.
Ignoring the Aegean, I listened silently to its heartbeat, shielded it from the restless wind with my right hand, and trotted all the way home, where my inexplicably beating heart gradually calmed down.
The bamboo house was quiet and quiet. I picked out the thorns with a bun and applied the herbs I picked a few days ago on it. I couldn't bear to see it go into the ocean alone, so out of selfishness, I threw it into the one-acre square pond in front of the house. . This koi is really beautiful. Its leisurely curves are unpretentious. The mud stains on its scales are kissed off by the spray of water. The color is pure and unobtrusive. I am attracted to it without knowing it. Seeing it swimming among the lotus leaves, I am intoxicated. After a while, I remembered the piano I had left behind. I didn't have time to wash it, so I ran back to the forest quickly. When I saw the strings were safe, I felt relieved.
It has been a while now, and although my life is poor, it is peaceful. I sit on the floor in my spare nights, playing the harp and letting the bright moon wander and dance messily, watching the koi carps playing with the lotuses, and softly reciting untitled poems, which is a leisurely and joyful time.
"The wind and moon are sentimental, the moon is romantic and the wind is moonlight." Staring at the beautiful full moon, I couldn't help but blurt out.
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