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Spring is the season when animals copulate.

It's just that from every spring to twelve times a year, people gradually hide their animality in the sunny period with shyness and clothes.

Just as the mother animal always looks for the best male, so does man, who only gradually differentiates after transcending the animal.

A standard of excellence comes from the perfection imagined after inner love, perhaps this is love, the best based on abstract thinking.

An excellent standard originates from the values of the times, the strength of the barbarian era, the rights of the feudal era, and the money of the capital era, which are the values of the times, intuitive and not imaginative.

Maybe it is detached from the essence of human beings and alienated into the human embodiment of power and money, but that doesn't matter, after all, it is still excellent in the era of alienation, and it is understandable.

There is no love between Jian Chen and Hongyu, maybe he just succumbs to the hormones in his body, or maybe with a little appreciation, he is self-reliant and intelligent, and truly understands that freedom comes from the appreciation of his hands.

Redfish may think more simply, since sooner or later he will have to leave his bloodline, why not choose him? Besides, this love song is very good.

The duet of love songs is not ridiculous, it is a custom that has been and will be passed down for a long time, and it is the afterglow of the times when the status of men and women is still similar.

The prostitution of the Shangsi Festival has created the evil thoughts in the "Book of Songs", even if it is deleted and only the thoughts are innocent, but after all, it has existed.

And after a long, long time, if there is no duet of love songs, where will there be the border city story of Cuicui, Susheng, and Tianbao.

Since you sing harmony, let's sleep.

So, there is such a picture: the sunset, the breeze, the wheat field, the insects, the grass, and two people.

The red fish lay on the grass, looking at the blue sky and red clouds, and conjured up a long, long dream.

She had never seen the sea, nor had she seen a sailing ship.

But she felt herself lying in a boat, surrounded by a smooth, boundless blue water, with something like a windmill hanging from it, with a mast erected.

I didn't want to be a windmill, but the wind still blew, swam along her body, writhing unnaturally, and strangely found that my body seemed to be cold, and I shivered.

But he was not cold, and the place where the wind blew was like someone gently scratching with a feather, and it gradually warmed up.

The wind grew stronger, but the shivering calmed down.

The sun was still warm, and at some point, a bird stood on the mast, pecked lightly, and seemed to have delicious red fruits on it, lingering and forgetting to fly.

The bird was just pecking at the mast, but the red fish felt that it was also pecking at its heart, softly, a little numb, and its heart was beating faster and faster, as if it wanted to jump out of its chest.

So she sang a song like a yellow warbler, a voice she had never heard before, and it reached her ears, her face was a little red, and her heart beat finally slowed down.

I stopped singing, and the feeling of panic came again.

She looked at the bird that was still pecking on the mast with some resentment, but when the bird did fly away, she reached out and grabbed it, and put it on the mast, not allowing it to leave.

Maybe you're still a little flustered, but as long as you sing a song like a yellow warbler.

I don't know when, suddenly there was no sun in the sky. She used to love the sun, but now it's so hot that dark clouds obscure the sky in front of her. Then let the wind blow up, she thought, at least, it won't be hot.

So, suddenly, the wind and waves blew, and the boat, which had been floating on the water, swayed and tossed in the waves of the wind and waves.

I was a little wet, and I don't know if it was sweat or the waves crashing on the cabin.

The wind and waves gradually increased, but she was still very hot, and the bumpy boat made her a little painful and uncomfortable.

She wanted to stop the wind and waves, stretched out her hand to stop it, but she heard her own song again in her head, and she gradually got used to the bumps, looking at the overturned waves and the wind, she felt that she had flown up, forgot the boat, and turned into a dark bird.

She will soar in the wind and waves, singing songs that are higher than the lapping of the waves.

Unlike boats, birds are no longer passively beaten by the wind and waves, but fly against the wind and waves, let the wind blow their bodies, and even fly to the place where the wind and waves are the greatest, catering to the whistling, feeling the power of the wind blowing on their bodies.

One moment the wings touch the waves, the next they shoot straight into the dark clouds like arrows. The storm has not yet come, but Fengyun can hear the longing and joy for the storm from Xuanyan's joyful song.

The clouds grew darker and lower, and the waves rushed high into the air, trying to sweep her into the sea.

She sang and flew, her wings whipping up the droplets of the waves, and she refused to stop in the face of the wind.

The wind was still howling, the waves were still roaring, but the thunder and lightning were still not falling.

She flew higher and faster, as if her heart had turned black with dark clouds, and only singing could break the suffocation in her heart.

While singing, it occurred to her that perhaps, there was also a thunderbolt that would split the darkness and bring light.

Looking up at the wind and the dark clouds, she found the place where the wind was strongest and the clouds were the darkest, and everything around her was avoiding the storm there, but she faced the strong wind, flapped her wings and flew straight to the eye of the storm, to meet the coming thunder and lightning, just for the light of that moment.

The wind was already strong, the waves were already high, but she wanted to go faster and higher, and her originally stretched wings vibrated and rushed to the deepest part of the dark cloud.

Rumble......

In the place where the wings fought against the storm, lightning finally fell, splitting the suffocation in her heart, and also striking her who was still flapping her wings.

At the moment when the thunder and lightning shone brightly, she sang the most touching song, and the song disappeared with the thunder and lightning, only for a moment.

The wind and rain stopped, and the sun shone on the sky again, and it seemed that she was still listening to her songs.

Opening her eyes and looking at the dark clouds that had been blown away, she was a little lazy, feeling the breeze and wanting to reach out for a hug.

After a long time, the wind slipped through her fingers and blew her into the sky.

After the rain, there must always be a rainbow.

She knew that the rainbow was herself, but the rainbow was a little straight.

"The rainbow should be bent."

Thinking like this, he contracted his body and bent it into an arc, his knees were the starting point of the rainbow, and his fingers were the end of the rainbow.

There are no more dark clouds and strong winds like just now, only the warm sunshine slowly passing over the rainbow bridge.

Walking gently, the mist slowly rose, erasing the remaining six colors, leaving only the pink of the skin tone after the song, from the beginning to the end.

The red fish felt very warm on his body, but unfortunately he lowered his head and could not see the sun's appreciation of this curved rainbow bridge.

Perhaps, she also wanted to see the warm sun; Or maybe you want to keep the sun under you.

So the rainbow made of the mist turned into water, reflecting the sunlight and waves, and the rainbow.

A red fish swam in the water, reminiscent of the legend of the tribe long ago, when the red fish would leap over the rainbow in the sky after the storm.

She couldn't remember whether she was a boat, a bird, or a rainbow, only that she was a red fish swimming in the water again.

The sun was gone, only the reflection of the rainbow on the water, so she shook her tail fin and jumped high above the rainbow shadow.

Every time it jumped, it shattered the ripples and splashed the jade-like waves.

She knew that if she wanted to jump over the rainbow in the sky, she could only do it with bigger waves, so she shook and churned desperately.

Biting the rainbow reflected in the water hard, trying to make her mark, she didn't let go until the rainbow's shoulder was bleeding.

It's not hate, it's that I want this rainbow to remember her imprint.

She thought that a long, long time later, when another fish jumped over the rainbow, the fish would ask, "Why do you have tooth marks on your shoulder?"

I thought, dreamed, churned, and swayed, and finally hit the monstrous waves, and through the surge of the waves, I finally flew over the rainbow in the sky and flew to another world......

After a long time, the dream woke up, and for the first time, the red fish turned over and hugged the person who made her dream tightly like a clingy little wolf cub, not wanting to move at all.

The real evening breeze was blowing, a little cold, and she curled up, looking for her broad chest to block the cold wind, reaching out to touch the teeth marks she had left behind.

The two men asked each other almost at the same time.

"Does it hurt?"

Then both of them nodded again.

Hongyu pillowed on Chen Jian's arm, half-propped up, gently stirred the man's neck with sweaty hair, and said lazily: "It may be good to be a windmill and revolve around you." Then I won't have to weave cloth, I won't have to spin linen to change food, maybe when you die, our children will become leaders, and they will never forget their mother. But I don't like it. ”

"Why?"

"Just like now. I can rely on my hands to feed myself without starvation, spring is here, and I want to sleep, so I will sleep with you. It's not because I slept with you that I didn't starve, it's like a sheep in captivity. ”

She stretched, rubbed her somewhat sore body, put on her shirt, pointed to her bruised knees and said, "You got it, so you have to carry me back, so it's not me begging you." ”

When she lay on the man's back, she finally said the first love words.

"Walk slowly, carry me a little longer."