Qingfengling

On the ground, in the woods and by the valleys, the drooping vegetation is carrying the dew on their backs, pressing heavily on the moist soil after the shower, and soaked in the smell of grass.The forest breathes quietly, and the sporadic dewdrops in the warm air tick-tick, shuttle in the deep and shallow grass handles, slippery among the layers of leaves, and hang on the needle-like ends of the green pine. What touches is not the sky but the world.

Houses and courtyards are full of women’s pain, because three little lives are emerging from their cocoons, "Greatly compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless the mother and child of Rongniang, Xilan, and Pingshan, especially Rongniang. , she has suffered for three days."

Thinking silently in his heart, he was already full of old tears, Cen Nianfu raised his head slightly to look for the blue sea, as if that was the place where the tears gathered, tried to pour back the tears, but how could it be possible, the tears shed were like passing away The shaohua, the past, is gone forever.He also didn't know when tears were so worthless, maybe it was the day Ling Feng left, he was just such a grandson.

Wen Po ran out from the back room, with beads of sweat dripping from her neck like a walnut, she muttered to herself, "It's been three days since the amniotic fluid broke, why hasn't there been any movement?"I've delivered babies for most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen them. If something goes wrong, where will I put my old face? Do I still want to eat this bowl of rice? '

He took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped his corrugated face indiscriminately. When he turned around, he found Yin Meicun standing behind him like a wandering spirit, almost dying like swallowing a jujube. The eyes are strangely round.

Fortunately, she has been in the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, not to mention swallowing steel balls and stepping on stilts, the ability to change faces like changing the sky is more than enough, then she smiled all over her face, "This child is a bit stubborn, tossing his mother Ah! But according to the old woman's decades of play, this child who is more and more awkward will definitely have a lot of promise in the future!"

Although he was full of comforting words, his heart was full of ups and downs, and he thought, "Even if I give birth now, it will be stillborn in nine out of ten, and I can't be sure that the two lives will be shared together." '

"20 years ago, I also delivered a child in Linzi County, and that child was also distressed by Nuwa and refused to be born as a mother! But now, it is rich and honorable!"

She wanted to say something else, but Yin Meicun didn't listen to her nonsense, "It's useless to talk more!"

Sparse fences can't cover the hibiscus flowers in the yard. The shy flower stamens lined with slightly purple flowers and leaves, and the hazy gray and white of the past are randomly stuck to the flower pots, as if they will lose their adhesion at any time and start to return to the red.The faint bells from the temple in the distance, the tower with the swallow feathers cut, which place is locked in Qingqiu?

In the precarious last night, Ye Yu and the remaining flowers grow old together, but there is one flower that does not want to fall.Rong Niang looked at the mottled marks on the old tree, which looked like scars stabbed by someone, but they could always be saved from adversity!All things are still like this, how can people be embarrassed?Wandering for half a life, like a dead leaf, like a flat boat, sometimes, it is so intentional, and then mourns lightly after a heavy passing away, but poor her child, before she can open her eyes to see the world, she may disappear in the world In the endless dark night.

It is said that after tea leaves, there will be no more fragrance in the world, only the Bianhua flowers that have forgotten their previous lives are left. According to Buddhist scriptures, 'Bloom for 1000 years and fall for 1000 years, the flowers and leaves will never meet.Love is not causal, edge destined to death! '

There are windows in the room, and there are autumn jasmine and hibiscus in goose-neck bottles on the window sill, which are full of light and seductive fragrance, as if to cover the depression that fills the room.Outside the window, the butterfly hangs upside down on the branch, swinging on a swing. It is weak and weak, and it is not known whether it is alive or dead. If it is alive, its waking posture is so distressing!Midsummer has already passed, the season when new shoots and buds compete for beauty, and the season when wasps and butterflies are looking for flowers and collecting honey, only a few bright yellow and dark brown leaves hang down lazily on the branches. Finally, I still resisted. Without the attraction of the earth, they fell to the ground one after another.Some are embedded in the dew-wet soil, some lie flat on the bluestone slabs, and some hang on the window sill, just waiting quietly, waiting for the cold autumn to send them away, waiting for the cold winter to bury them, Live your life peacefully like this.

Look, there is still a white butterfly resting on the window sill. It is weak and elegant, and it is slowly circling around her eyebrows and forehead, circling, circling... So there are still butterflies in twos and threes in early autumn. My son, I really suffered from this fragile creature.

"Widowed, widowed, widowed, widowed, widowed, widowed..." came the cry of geese and birds, and migratory birds came from the south, like long-lost friends, to visit withered vines, old trees, and faint crows.The sound got closer and closer, and the more heartbreaking it was, it just stopped on the window sill without the slightest fear, "Maybe it regards me as a dying person", Rong Niang thought in her heart, seeing Looking at it, its sharp claws firmly clasped the window sill, looking around, as if looking for something lost, finally, it turned to face the window, stopped for a long time, and then flapped its wings and left.

She likes the feeling of being trusted, or being ignored. It is not a kind of luck to be in the same time and space as these little creatures. However, she is also a little sad. After all, it will never return. Here he is, and he is gone, can we meet again in the next life?This life is full of confusion, who can tell for sure in the next life? 'How can a jade pendant seal a letter, and a wild goose flies in the clouds of thousands of miles'.That longing is like a long path stretching into the distance, and like clouds floating lazily in the sky.

Just as she looked back, she suddenly found a white stone on the window sill, as warm and pleasant as moonlight, shiny and moist, and tied with green twine, it was left behind!Maybe it was brought from the far north, is this a gift from Lingfeng to himself and his children?She stroked it, and there was a cramping pain in her abdomen.

Is Qionghua all right?How many times have the flowers bloomed and fallen?

"Congratulations, Lord Cen! You gave birth, you gave birth, three daughters! This can be regarded as three blessings?"

Wen Po grinned with a big shriveled mouth and couldn't hide her smile, but who said that this smile was not hiding awkwardness, reluctance, and a guilty conscience that has not yet disappeared?But at last it was a relief.

Cen Nianfu let out a long sigh of relief, bypassed the Cenfeng Pavilion, followed the path to the other courtyard beside Qinglan Lake, ran to the pavilion on the left without saying a word, and suddenly turned to the right again, "You Look, Lord Cen doesn't know which one to go to first!"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

Looking at their little sleeping faces, like buds on a branch, shone in his cloudy old eyes.

The years are so subtle, turning one into two, two into three, and finally three into two, and two into one.

South China Dream

In the courtyard, rockery and rocks stand majestically. Red carp and white carp play in the water to their heart's content. Flowers and plants grow in response to the small garden. If you don't know spring flowers, how about imitating the autumn moon?Under the century-old crape myrtle tree, a rattan chair was leaning against a stone table. Cen Nianfu was lying on his back, looking at the clouds in the sky, his thoughts drifting away.

He remembered the time when he went to Jiangning to rush for the exam. The past was vivid in his memory, so clear, but also revealing a trace of cruelty.At that time, the Xinghua Building in Jiangning City was brightly lit, no matter how many downhearted hearts and fragile souls there were in the outside world, there would always be bright flowers and dark willows here, and it would be warm even when it was cold.The wine glass is full of fine wine, the tender and warm beauty in the arms, the bead curtain is hanging down, with a hint of ambiguity and long love.

"Strengthen the mountain and overwhelm the world, the time is not good, the time will not die, the time will not die, what can be done, what is the danger, what is the reason!?"

"Oh, my lord, if you are Xiang Yu, I will be Concubine Yu." As he spoke, he pinched the man around him with his slender fingers, and the man smacked heavily on the left and right faces of the beauty with his mouth full of alcohol. After kissing twice, the beauty complained shyly, 'I hate it! '

"Then what if I were Sima Xiangru?"

With thin lips and triangular eyes, the speaker pinched the beauty's thigh heavily, and the woman screamed again, "Oh, dead man," the man put his arms around her waist, smelling the fragrance of powdered flour. Gill, "You haven't answered me yet?"

An older man with heavy makeup next to him, wearing a lotus-colored lotus skirt, quickly received, "Officials, can I be your Zhuo Wenjun?"

As he spoke, he poured a full glass from the jug and motioned him to drink it in one gulp, "Come on, come on, you have to be happy when you are happy in life, don't let the gold bottle empty to the moon."

Hearing this, the man who was squawking just now regained his energy immediately, "Oh, my little lady, you really can't stop making noise, you've become a blockbuster." Turning around, he said to the man behind him, "Brother Lei, what do you say?" Shouldn't we come to Xinghualou earlier to ask these little ladies for advice?"

The man pursed his lips, "Maybe I'll come to listen to the beauty's warm words earlier, I'm not a fucking peanut today!" As he spoke, he scratched the beauty's armpit. She giggled like a hen.

"Hey, what kind of talk is this? The officials are all handsome. Could it be that they didn't have high school?" The woman in the taupe skirt pretended to be casual and asked.

"The five spinning tops of our county, the Regenerated Vajra!! Weak in strength, the entire army was wiped out. Oh my god!" He threw his head back dejectedly, just right on the beauty's fragrant and soft ketone body.

"Five? Where did five come from? Officer, you are really drunk and can't even count."

"Really, there is another one in the inn!" He pointed to the Jinbang Inn across the street.

"Then why didn't he come together? Could it be that our girls in Xinghualou are not good enough?"

These soft and slender hands filled the wine glass that had just been poured down, and the man hiccupped and choked out, "He, he looks sullen as soon as the list is released, like a bitch Yes, man, you have to be able to hold it and put it down! Keep, keep the green hills, don’t be afraid that there will be no firewood!