Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 217 (The Unmailed Month)

Different from previous winters, the night sky has always been a letter that I have never mailed out.There is a bright seal of wax on the ink color, you have never received this letter, and the angular moon has been lonely in the sky.

The scattered light casts a light halo on the swaying water surface, like the night sky splashed by ink is letter paper, borrow a light blue from the sky, it is the color that the palette lacks, and a small branch melts Among the swaying stars, dip in the light green of the lake water, and smear it under the misty surface under the moon.The air is cold and thin unique to the snow, and the cool and hazy water vapor condenses into snowflakes on the letter paper, overlapping.Otherwise silent.

Finally, the moon is melted and an orange wax seal is left.

This is a long letter written with all the years and years. In the letter, there are loneliness, desolation, chivalry and tenderness, the bleak wind and snow that shakes off in late winter, the vast grass withered in the last spring, and early summer. The clear and transparent moon, the brightly lit street, the misty morning dew and spring frost, and the forgotten winter, the moon with daylight, does not seek dazzling splendor, and does not confuse the secular tide.

The story begins with dissatisfaction and ends with passing by, inadvertently similar to a smile, time has already moved away in its light boat, and what you and I wake up are just fragments of memory.

The past is lost in time, the years deceive each other with desolation, the night is too cold, and only tenderness is left in fragments.The tired bird returns to the forest, a round of bright moon retains the whiteness, and bids farewell to the two three-star sons. The tassels in the dream are dragging the streamer, melting, in my world.

I don't know I'm a guest when I'm drunk, and I'm greedy for joy all day long.

I am no longer trapped in your blue, I have the sea myself.

(End of this chapter)