Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 230 (Cross Street)
"My heart is running with time, and there is only one person left on the Snowpiercer. Hold your hand tightly and walk to the other end of the earth, hoping that winter will end, and my thoughts about you will be like snow, how much will it fall before spring will come?"
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If you compare me to a poet who has exhausted his talents, Haruhi is a sad song composed with painstaking efforts.With the wind and snow in the north and the abundant rain in the south, the instant the ink falls, the scent of wheat in the plains floats to the paddy fields in the hills to send your letter paper. The story of the snow country begins from then on, and we will continue to write it together with our hands separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Allow me to walk in the dusky moon when the sound of squirrels is just beginning to sound, and mistakenly take the dusty wind around me as my travel companion.Homing crows and sparrows gathered to touch the blazing heat of spring, but accidentally injured their wings. Xiaofeng blew over the burning scars and lifted up the clouds and smoke from the past.Under the warm atmosphere at dusk, a few lone geese returned homeless, idly skimming across the cloudy and foggy sky.The lengthy letter format is always too complicated, and I hurriedly opened the sleeves of the text but couldn't find the expected words, leaving me alone with sadness.Nostalgia is a wall full of desire like a jagged forest. People in the manor on the other side of the wall are chatting and laughing, but no one opens the door for me.

Allow me to stand in the old garden and embrace the west wind, and drink a cup of sake with Chanjuan.

I was born in Nanshan and you live in Beihai. When you are not around, hundreds of green hills are my eyes, and tributaries full of rocks are my muddy tears.The blue bird flies over the head with the letter. Is there one of your letter papers among the piles of wings? The port whistle is buzzing again, which ship can you appear on? The dark green rusty mailboxes on the street are always extremely slow Yes, it's so slow that I can't wait for your reply even when the sky is falling apart.So I entrusted my unspeakable thoughts to the water of the Huaihe River, and let Bibo flow to the north with the flowers blooming one tree after another in the April sky, and follow the footsteps of the southern geese to find your news.

May I run to you without hesitation at the crossroads between you and the secular world, and not miss the wild grass and wild flowers swaying on the street, just because everything is a bit inferior to you.We are mortals born in the mortal world, we fall and get up on the road of pilgrimage, but we are also praisers of untainted love. Our long story should not be known by mortals.The sea and the reef, freedom and sincerity are the loyalty that cannot be extinguished by the winds of the four seasons.

I embraced the bruised spring day, and asked her to sing her thoughts, poems, and the bees and butterflies in front of the flowers a few more times, and listen to the fleeting years of the mountains and rivers dancing together, and see the freshness of the long-lost flowers in the rain. The protracted lingering sound of the piano.

The traffic is busy, the return is coming, the sun and the moon are changing every day, and the oath of Wei Sheng holding the pillar remains unchanged from ancient times.We praise the holy poems, praise the warm sun in spring, praise thoughts and love, and praise the praiseworthy beauty in everything.

I use the red camellia in Manhe Valley to measure my missing of you, are you
know?
(End of this chapter)