The Dream of the Condor

?Ouyang Ke and Meng'er fought all afternoon, and of course the flowers were planted.

The two of them were tired and went to rest early.

The next day, the sun was three poles before getting up.

Sitting on the swing, Meng'er said to Ouyang Ke: "Although epiphyllum is good, it is too short-lived. If it were me, what I want is eternity."

"If I love you—I will never be like a climbing lily flower, showing off with your tall branches;

If I love you - I will never learn from the infatuated bird, repeating the monotonous song for the shade;

It is not only like a fountain, which brings cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty.

Even sunlight, even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground; leaves, touching in the clouds.We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words.

Thou hast thy branch of bronze and iron, like a sword, like a sword, and like a halberd;

I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; we share the mist, liulan, and hauni.

It's as if they are separated forever, but they are forever attached to each other.

This is great love,

Perseverance is here:

Love - not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet. "

After saying these words to Ouyang Ke, Meng'er was hugged tightly by Ouyang Ke.

No one knew Ouyang Ke's inner activities at this time.Yesterday's story about Epiphyllum was told by Meng'er. Afterwards, Meng'er said the same thing as yesterday, and he was terrified at that time.Unexpectedly, nothing happened in the end.

Today, "To the Oak Tree" that Meng'er recited made him fear again. It turned out that even if everything was forgotten, some things in his bones would not change, just like the songs she sang and the poems she recited.

He sometimes fears that this is just a dream, and when he wakes up, he is still the young master of White Camel Mountain, who has never met her before.She is still a peerless beauty who can overwhelm the country and the city, like a mystery.

But even if it was a dream, he was still willing to give everything to keep this dream, just because there was her in the dream, and just because the dream was so beautiful.

At noon, since Meng'er's appetite has not been very good these days, Ouyang Ke cooks by himself and cooks some of Meng'er's favorite foods.Meng'er ate some to save face.

Then Meng'er lay on the chair basking in the sun, Ouyang Ke covered her with that blanket, and then sat beside her, playing the piano for her.

The sound of the piano is like flowing water in a mountain stream, like a breeze on a moonlit night, quiet, ethereal, and comes with a kind of ancient loneliness...

In the vicissitudes of life, the flowers bloom and fade through countless springs and autumns, and the sound of the piano disappears in silence...

Looking at the flowers in the garden, Meng'er said to Ouyang Ke: Brother Ke, you have seen the buds blooming one by one with your own eyes, as if watching the delicate and beautiful lives blooming bit by bit, until the last moment. The brilliance, then, passed away little by little, and gradually turned into ashes, drifting away with the wind, leaving no trace?The place where the flowers bloom and fall seems to have personally experienced a life cycle, which cannot be described in words, but I really feel the mystery and charm of life in this nature from my heart.The fragrance of the flowers is gone, and the rest is just emotion..."

He fell asleep while talking.

Ouyang Ke stopped playing the piano, got up, carried her into the room, and lay down beside her to sleep.

The two had no idea how much controversy their disappearance had caused.