Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 253 (Spring Sleeping Flowers Falling into Spring Mud)
"It's also a hangover in spring, it's for me to sleep forever."

The flowers flowing through Qiongxue are like cinnabar in the world, red lips like cardamom, engraved between the eyebrows of the mottled dark green curtain and whispering.If it is said that the fragrance of spring flowers is like honey, it must be the nectar wine, which fills the world with a hangover, all things sleep forever, and a dream is like a madness.

Kingfishers, mandarin ducks, and thrushes do not dare to disturb the spring. They are afraid that a cry will startle the face of the spring. Begonia, peony, and camellia are all demurely crouching in the arms of the night. Said, "When Haitang slept in spring, when the dream of red mansion woke up." When the dream of red mansion woke up, all the households were asleep, and no one was willing to light the curling lights and burn the night charm of spring.

I can't sleep tonight, looking through the city lights to the gorgeous horizon, that is the smile of spring, misty purple, vermilion, peach pink, indigo, black ink, I am finally confused by the spring irrigation, can't see her clearly. Color, color, I smell the mixed scent of flowers in the distance, it is the incense of the spring with the wind-made incense burner, which makes people intoxicated and linger.

But this spring sleep, only I woke up alone.

"The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.

"Xie but Haitang is exhausted, and the sleepy weather is getting longer.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?"

Who can toss and turn for the smile of spring like me? Who can see the outline of spring flowers through the glazed glass of this city like me? Look at this ancient and modern spring and autumn, the years flow like water, who can Like me, I hope time stops like this, so that I can take a closer look at the sleeping face of spring?
I do not know.

The blue glass is wrapped with the blue silk of the night. In the spring, the mountains and rivers are used as ink to outline the outline of the flowing water. The wind takes away the flowers that are like precious duck gills on the branches and replaces the rain. The needles embroider the fallen flowers full of dust, like the pearls of spring, weeping for the buried flowers all over the ground, spring is also affectionate, she is afraid that people will see all this and make the world drunk and make a hangover.

I have been thinking, why spring sleep? Why does spring want me to sleep?
Maybe it was because she was afraid that what happened this night would make me feel chills, maybe it was to appease the ancients for a night of insomnia, maybe it was because she wanted to disappear into ashes after a glimpse of her, no longer nostalgic.

"Late at night."

I closed my eyes, drank the wine fermented by Chun's flowers, and fell asleep in Chun's arms after listening to Chun's silent poems.

The spring in the dream is as sweet as a girl, with the moon as her eyebrows, the mountains as the bridge of the nose, the jade as the snow skin, the flowers as the red lips, the star river as the pupil, and the wind incense.

When I woke up suddenly, I looked out the window. The camellias in the yard were all gone. They were torn to shreds by the wind, and they were buried in the mud quietly, and finally died in dust.I can't smell the aroma from last night, only the skeletons of flowers all over the floor.Summer should not be far away.

Somehow, I remembered a poem by Lin Daiyu in the Red Chamber:
"As soon as the spring goes away, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and people die.

Chunmian, in the end it was Chun who deceived me.

She didn't want me to see the shadow of the passage of time, and finally got me drunk and fell asleep.

Yesterday's flowers no longer exist, and this spring will not return.

(End of this chapter)