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The spring breeze is coming, this is the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, it is an intoxicating spring breeze, like a stream of water, flowing through the air, warmly injecting the spring into the river, injecting the mountain stream, injecting the residual ice, injecting the earth, and the chill of the rest of the winter gradually has nowhere to escape So I went to stir up the spring breeze with annoyance, but I laughed at the spring breeze, I warmed it, I was lazy, I didn't want to move, I was entrusted to the grass, and the sloppy Ding was in the stone gap, and I shrank on the slope of the ditch, and I melted at the bottom of the tree

In the poplar forest by the river, a man walked silently, his face was still young, but he had white hair that reached his heels, and it seemed that it was not so much white hair that it was his clothes

He was carrying a long dark brown wrap on his back, and it didn't look heavy, but he walked very slowly, not like he was walking, but he was stepping on his back for his elderly mother, not daring to go deeper, not daring to be heavy, single-mindedly, flat and neat, stepping slowly, stepping on drowsiness, stepping on stiffness, stepping on wrinkles, stepping on a smile

Suddenly, he stumbled lightly and threw himself on a dirt bag

When I came back to my senses, I found that there were two dirt bags in front of me, and there were white wooden tablets standing on the sides of the dirt bags

"Three, Three, Three ......"

He slowly got up and turned to the side to look at the three grave bags

There is no name on the stele

"Three ......" he smiled straight and stretched out his finger: "This is me, that is him, this is you......"

Tears poured out of all of a sudden, uncontrollable

He suddenly lay on the grave that he had identified as "you" and wept bitterly

"Ah Bi, Ah Bi, Ah ......"

There was no one in the wilderness, and he was left to tear the earth apart, and the wrapping behind him hummed softly as the palm of his hand slapped the ground

After crying for a long time, he suddenly sat up straight, laughed twice, "hehe", "hehe", and then laughed again, patted the grave and said, "Ah Bi, I'm so stupid, you are not dead, why should I cry?"

He unwrapped his leg with a sip

The package opened, and inside was a piano, and he threw the furoshiki aside and put it on his lap

The body casts a long shadow on his legs and on the ground, and the shadows are distant, like stars

In this way, he leaned on the wordless wooden tablet, played the silk strings, accompanied by the sound of the tinkling dong, and sang softly, and when he moved his fingers, the stars in the shadows under the qin also brightened and faded, like the accompaniment of light

The song is: "Let go, light but hustle, go to the spring far away, walk alone, don't have to go the same way, walk in the dust, idle flowers and silent trees in the path, shadow refers to the green clouds, the fog swallows the red sun, the world is reckless, the group is outlied, the chest is not depressed, but all the way, the steps are heavy, the insects in the forest are singing, the birds are singing, only the few strings will be the negative Yaoqin, with a red face, about the dusk, play a song, Lang is a concubine, envy others"

After crying and laughing for a long time, his voice was not affected, and he sang round and jade, and finally Lang Qing concubine said a word, and it was even more faint and long, and it went through the forest for a long time

When the soft sound died down, the tears on his cheeks had dried, and he lay on his back on the grave

Knowing that you love someone, it is enough to love her silently

Why was she so unwilling when she found happiness?

Am I just a selfish person after all?

It's the quality of poplar trees, and when he looks at them, he feels ashamed of himself

Suddenly, he noticed that the tree next to the grave had a very special bark pattern

He sat up straight and got up

There are five trees with special patterns

He approached and reached out to caress gently

It's not a pattern, it's a word...... It's a word......

It's a total of 60 words, and it's a rare dragon-shaped wild grass

These words have been engraved for a long time, and as the tree grows, some of the strokes have cracked

He fumbled and read softly

Recklessness is better than that of a young man, who is brave enough to reward his confidant and indulge in chivalry

The chic rivers and lakes do not know home, the spring breeze is proud, and the willows are divided

If you can still eat, you can't answer each other, no complaints, no regrets, no surprises

Why bother looking for her if you forget your love, your heart will return to her hometown, and she will be at the end of the world

"The heart returns to its hometown...... The end of the world......"

He muttered and repeated

"Why bother looking for her ...... if you forget your feelings"

"Haha

He turned around and picked up the piano and slammed it on the tree with his backhand, and the body of the piano snapped to the ground, making a broken sound, revealing the white stubble, and the broken string burst out, and a wound was cut in his arm, and blood trickled down, dripping down, and igniting the green grass buds

The broken piano landed on the ground, making a blank wooden sound

"Can you do it?"

After saying this, he opened his arms, raised his face, let the wind blow his sleeves, blew his smile, blew his hair, and his hair was transparent, without a trace of weight, and it floated in the air, and it became the wind, and the wind was green, and the world was green

He felt a slight tightness in his chest, like a hint of concern from the kite string, and he was happy about it, and he ran with his hands wide open, through the poplar forest, over the grass, into the sun, and into the world