Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 226 (Love)
The setting sun is slightly drunk, and the scorched rose petals are just the feelings of afterglow.

The wild sunflower flamboyantly stretches its gilt beauty, but surrenders to the absurd sea mouth of the so-called swearing to follow the sunset, Kabul’s black cat silently chases the shadows of the dusk, and the dewdrops whispering to the sunset tremble under the first twilight bell Falling down, weeping on the tender petals of the bright red rose.

The girl by the lakeside in the setting sun suddenly raised her eyes in a moment of sluggishness, and the shattered glass fell on her pupils, and the reflection was clear and gentle like water.The reeds on the bank of the stream undulate and rippling with pink flocs, shimmering and shimmering with golden brilliance, and the wild roses are slowly climbing up the bone white wooden fence, and the crystal dew that breaks at the touch of the flowers is about to fall, but it is vaguely contained. I made an oil painting - goose egg yolk, sunset red, blue gray, a sunset oil painting mixed together.

It should be the infatuation drawn by the painter in the beret hat on the horizon.Crows croaked and cut through the sky with their tail feathers, and condensed black spots skimmed across the surface of the crease creek.The pebbles hidden under the waves covered in pink water are also inlaid with gold.Xi Nian mischievously played and kneaded her cheeks, but her feet fell into her like water with affection.The red sun that was about to fall over there kissed her chin lightly instead of Qingfeng.

The ancient twilight bell rang for the first time, and the leaves of the border forest froze for a moment.Guteng Mengluo's music box sizzles back to the original sound, but the melodious notes are faint in the dense forest.The leaf is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the rays of the sun penetrate through it like a fish swimming, listening to it fall without a sound.

"This is the true nature of the sunset.

The smirk on his lips is like the rolling ridge.Walking in the red fields with some water in the rays of the sun, in the small workers of Ke Zhuangxin, and the small mask of the peasants who made me invisible, I was immersed in the golden light.The gentleness brewed in the water also has a kind of corrosiveness, which makes a person who is guarding the door of his heart full of vigilance throw up his hands and smile with a smile.

Scoop up a ladle of water painted with the sunset, and pour it behind Nadai Mountain.He raised his wrist and clasped his chest lightly, knelt on the delicate warm yellow sandy beach with his eyes downcast, delighted with the red carp that quietly jumped out of the stream, and returned to silence, so weak that he couldn't bear a trace of snow foam, but he was already in his heart Set off a turmoil.

"The red carp surrounded by the golden streamer is the gentle pen and ink of the setting sun, which has already told me."

"I used the red ink of the setting sun as my pen in the border forest, filled with hope and tenderness, to commemorate the romance and vigor that remain today."

What is beating with the red sun at this moment is a heart just like the red sun.

(End of this chapter)