1 went to write a diary in my dream again.

Thousands of words were spoken, but when I woke up, I found that not a single word had come out.

what the..

Reappear?

Forget it, it's too much trouble.

Besides, who knows what was recorded in the dream...

"You know how many flowers have fallen in your dreams."

Write a sentence "Sleep with good dreams" to stay asleep.

Wake up again. The above sentence seems to be a poem.

really.

Su Muzhe is nostalgic

Song Fan Zhongyan

The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green with cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky is connected to the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the darkened country is chasing the thoughts of the journey. Unless it happens every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

2 Don’t lean on the railing alone..

Looking back at the railing.

Um.. The input method added two more sentences, "Would you like to see the sparse willows around the bank at sunset/white clothes under the fence?"

Looking back, I saw a dragonfly flying gracefully and falling lightly.

I don’t know since when, dragonflies and butterflies have become rare guests.

I miss my hometown, dragonflies are flying all over the sky...

Butterflies sometimes fly into the yard.

Talk about butterflies.

One year (at least fifteen years ago), my grandma came to me excitedly like a child and said: Look what I caught. I caught a big horse lily!

(The Great Malian is probably the most gorgeous butterfly that can be seen over there)

Where?!

The next thing my grandma showed me was the body of a butterfly stuck in a book.

I don't mean to blame grandma. At least not now.

Life...is something that I can't even understand now.

Life longs for freedom.

But no one wants to give freedom.

This is true whether it is family love or friendship.

The same is true between humans and other living things.

I remember my grandma answered me that day: If I didn’t clamp it, wouldn’t it run away?

But it was originally free and carefree.

I recall that during that period, children nearby would catch dragonflies and tear off their wings...

There are also catching snakes and pulling out their teeth...

These are things I can't bear to think about.

Although I have never been accomplices, as a bystander, it is painful enough.

I think that in many cases, keeping a distance is the best choice.

Keep your distance and keep your distance.

Each individual follows his or her own trajectory, and will part ways, meet again, and get together. There is no need to be obsessed with owning, possessing, or being inseparable.

Like:

When you see a flower blooming beautifully, the sight itself is "getting".

You can water it and look at it again.

But there is no need to make it your own, no need to pick it off, take it home and put it in a vase.

It belongs to you, but it doesn't belong to you.

It has a will of its own.

These... are just personal opinions.

If we can live in harmony, everyone will be happy.

3 I’m hungry. I want to buy a takeaway.

But suddenly it rained.

Sun rain.

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west."

With such heavy rain, it must be very hard to deliver food.

Wait for the rain to stop.

Rain comes and goes quickly.

At this moment, I couldn't be happy anymore.

I clearly saw a row of crystal raindrops hanging on the electric wires running across the north and south not far away.

Under the sunlight, it emits colorful light.

(Reminds me of morning dew.

There are also birds standing side by side on the pole.)

But the phone is not powerful enough to take pictures.

Just like how difficult it is to take a picture of the moon halo with a mobile phone.

I hurriedly packed up and prepared to go out to take pictures directly below.

And they are gone.

It's like it never existed.
Chapter completed!