Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 257 Chapter 250 Six (Chang'an Has a Dream)
"Is it the red sun fading, smearing the sunset in the west, or the bright moon in the sky, the night sinking into the quiet river."

The last glimmer of light is still wandering in the sky, reflecting the outline of the distant mountains, and the dense fog is hazy, called the last bright color between heaven and earth, and the rich one is about to burn, illuminating the lights in all directions.

The water in the south of the Yangtze River is the hometown, and the blue-gray tiles hold up the pavilions and promenades. Here, the running water is soft, the evening wind is soft, the fishing fire is soft, and even the distant singing is soft into the heart.

When you and I are lying on the clothes, the boat is leisurely, shaking the time, the eyes that want to come to the flowing water are the most pulsed, and there is a star that quietly landed there.

Wangu Xufeng hit me. It once blew the sleeves of the ancients, and once again patronized my boat. The light streamed for thousands of miles and shone on the mountains and rivers.Maybe I should be fortunate that I am in the same time and space as the poets who have passed away. The span of time is like this small boat, swaying and swaying eastward.

The awning boat lit the gauze lamp, and I lay on the stern, looking at the bird in low altitude.

That is Feiyan going to Datang!

I saw Li Bai's wine sprinkled all over Chang'an, Wang Wei's bamboo grove chanting the sunset of Spring Mountain, and Zhao Shixiu's chess pieces---the fingertips were soft, the candles were falling, the pond was full of clear waves, the east wind was wrinkling the city of Chang'an, no The extinguished lights danced in the noise, like the throbbing heart in his chest.

After all the wines of Datang have been sold, we have ushered in a bright era of long and short sentences.

The soft light falls on the new leaves, in the shade of drunk flowers, the sweet morning dew wets the sleeves, the night rains bells, the sky is the same color, the blue boat disappears and sinks into the moon in the Xijiang River, want to sleep soundly in the fragrance of rice flowers, the flying magpies Wake up to the sound of cicadas.In the moon of the East Lake, I will sing the shengxiao all over, and the clear light of the night will illuminate a pool of clear water with autumn waves.

Later, it should be the rain of the Republic of China. You are a girl with an oil-paper umbrella, sitting on the bow, but there are no lilacs and sycamores in the city, just the sky in April - full of hope, sprinkled all over the world.

Dawn!
I was lying in the boat, watching the starry sky in silence, the faint morning light, rendering the stratus clouds and the mountains and rivers.

The light boat has swayed through the mountains in love with thousands of weights, then embrace the wind and the moon and go to the depths of Chunxi.

I ride on a boat that swaying in the four seasons.

On the other side of the sky, the twin cranes passed through the clouds.

In this life, when I meet you, the water waves are gentle
(End of this chapter)