Qiu Qigu Wen

GuQiGu 】 Notes on Qihe River (all)+improper vest for taking street abuse outside meals.

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He is mine.

He is mine.

I repeated it a thousand times in my mind.

He is an elegant man.

When I reread for the 987th time, I was studying ink and wash, and the excellent Huizhou ink was evenly dispersed, which was a bit intoxicating.

Rice paper was stuck on the table, and the translucent thin page was gently held by a white jade hand-

Casual but charming.

I squinted at him and looked at the hand with symmetrical joints and half sleeves until it became exquisite.

Smooth neck, then his charming face-fluffy curly hair hanging over his shoulders,

Enthusiasm by candlelight in autumn night.

He's a great guy.

Casual and charming!

He wrote two lines, then put down his pen, rubbed his forehead, then picked up the page and blew it a few times, that's all.

In the candlelight at night, rice paper quivered like a butterfly with broken wings. After a sigh, the paper butterfly fell to the ground.

In fact, two lines of beautiful and exquisite poems lie there quietly:

Sleeping on the pillow, my heart is still gone.

After waking up, the dream is still in my heart.

I repeat in my mind for the 837th time that he is mine.

At that time, he leaned wearily in his rocking chair, and his thin body was tightly wrapped in blue robe sleeves, and he drank half.

The tea hanging on the table, which is already dull, gently wraps his curly hair with his fingers, dark and gentle, and looks at his tight eyelids.

Many inexplicable feelings come to mind:

Beauty is endless.

He is as beautiful as jade.

And this handsome man, now mine, I bit his neck gently and smelled the residual lotus under the moon.

Sweet, he always likes to stare at those withered green lotus flowers in the moonlight, and then sigh gently in the cool breeze:

"I am also a remnant lotus."

I don't know what he has experienced, who is starving, and what makes him so depressed. I only know Na Yue.

Under the residual lotus, accompanied by a little drizzle next to the steps, it is the most beautiful scenery in autumn, and he is not a residual lotus, but a flower.

Violet of dust, my unique violet.

The 74th1meditation

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I picked up the inkstone and swallowed the thick black liquid bit by bit. My mouth was full of bitterness-residual ink.

After writing a fee sentence and touching the landscape, the wolf's hair, which is both rigid and flexible, was dipped in ink by his hand, leaving ink all over the rice paper.

Mark, he is mine, because I care too much about him. At the moment, even the dried residual ink, also

Are they all sleeping in my stomach?

"Seven-"His fingertips stuck to my face, and I was very tired. I am happy to close my eyes and enjoy this habit.

Sweet as ever.

For a long time, he took his finger away.

"Go and play." He turned and walked away, and I was very lost. I said it was for my own good, but unfortunately, I was the fastest.

Happy, but stay with him, besides, I don't like those strange guys.

You know, he goes to the ferry every afternoon. When I came to them in frustration, I had a home.

Come on, guys.

"naturally know". I don't care about him. Who knows him better than I do?

"Oh, don't worry, hear me out. He is going to meet someone, a very good-looking person. " He deliberately put

The word "person" is very heavy. "Sakako told me."

"Nonsense" I covered my ears and ran away.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear it.

Who does he want to see?

What's worth seeing? !

[Gucci] Clear autumn (all)+Listen to the story of the bell crab in the dream outside the fan, and the white-haired three thousands of feet borrowed the oath improperly.

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First, where flowers bloom, there is a moment of clear rain.

The fish market is sparse, the ferries are sparse, the clouds and trees in Vietnam are looking at the middle, and tourists are waiting for the tide and dusk to bid farewell to Chunpu, worried about listening to the orangutans crying and raining.

"Boatman, stop, here we are."

The boatman was a little stunned, and his hand supported the arbor. I saw the lake was vast and the water vapor was lingering, and there was no place to stop and dock.

"When I say guest, I don't mean to give you money. This cloud dream of Ozawa and Fiona Fang is 5,000 miles away, and it stops somewhere unknown. But where are you going? "

"That's the front of the castle peak, right? Have you been there? "

The guest raised his hand and pointed to the water surrounded by white fog. The boatman brushed his face and tapped the boatswain.

"I haven't been there, I haven't heard of it," said the boatman. He smoked for a while, as if he had considered it for a long time, and then said slowly, "I'm not afraid to tell you that there has been no one here for a hundred years. Legend has it that it is a lake demon. Brother, listen to your brother and don't go. "

"Thank you, stop." The guest is very stubborn. These days, the boatman has understood the temper of this always smiling guest. It's really hard to be flexible, but I'm uncharacteristically stubborn when I come to osawa, which makes people weak just by looking at it.

"I don't know if it's good or bad."

The boatman mumbled a few times, but stopped the boat and the mast went down, but it didn't bottom out for a while. He saw that the guest tied the long dress around his waist, but he threw the baggage aside without looking. He couldn't help but come forward and advise a few words:

"I said, brother, you shouldn't kill yourself."

"yes." The guest smiled and showed his white teeth, and his face was blissfully dimpled.

"My name is Shaoshang Qi. I want to ask the boss to collect my body. "

The boatman couldn't stop him. He watched the good-natured guest plunge into the water and a bunch of bubbles gurgled, but he swam away and was gradually covered by white dance, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

"Hey, you don't have to bear-"

The boatman woke up from a rude awakening, picked up the luggage left by the man, shook his hand, and left a few pages, except for two or three small silver tickets, all written on yellow paper.

"In my heart, for your heart, began to understand each other-"

The boatman read the only sentence he knew, ignored his face, threw it into the water, and then turned the bow.

"In front of the pillow, I made a thousand wishes. I want to rest and stay in the green hills. "

On the surface of the water, the hammer floated until the Yellow River dried up completely-"

The boatman hurried away, singing excitedly, but didn't see the white fog behind him. Less than five miles from the ship, an island loomed out. A western Western jackdaw passed through the shadows, and several bright lights came into the water. Suddenly it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the silver thread fell into the water, bit by bit, but it was like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade.

[Guqi in ancient times] Liuding in Qingtian Town+Picking gnats+Stealing children's hands+White boat swearing improper vest.

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The willows in Qingtian Town are green again.

Before the second wind blows, the green leaves will wrap around the willow branches. The willows in the north always have a spirit that Jiangnan can't reach. Clusters of willows soar into the sky, proudly and lazily spreading green branches. Although the knife-like blade has not been pulled out yet, from a distance, the yellow-green eyebrows in the town are also blinking, and they are full of vitality without shaving.

The children in Qingtian town are no different from those in other places. They all have to go to school, in the town east.

There are three or two blue-gray tile houses, the small one is Mr. Wang's living room, and the big one is bright and spacious, which is a school.

This gentleman is not easy to mess with.

Naughty boys entered the school and howled like pigs at first. When they saw that it didn't work, they put away their scowls and bitter faces and bent on showing their husbands good looks-such as Qiu Chan and the black vole who had just molted.

Yazi opened her mouth wide and watched Mr. Wang take the cicada off her neck with a straight face (a vest: it's a killer, you don't understand ~ ~ ~ $%), quietly pinching it to death and continuing to teach.

It is rare for them to read a class obediently. Their minds are full of "the universe is vast, the universe is vast" and their eyes are full of "the grass is full of spring, and the heaven is wonderful."

After class, the children were really happy and added meals as usual. Mr Wang Can always makes some soft cakes to fill their stomachs. These soft cakes are sweet and waxy, much better than steamed bread.

Food was distributed, but it was porridge. Several timid thieves looked up to see Mr. Wang, only to see him sitting on one side, reaching out with one hand, grabbing the wicker coming in and circling between his fingers. At last, with a flick of his finger, the flexible wicker jumped down and swayed the beautiful spring scenery in a room.

"What's today's dessert, sir?"

Finally, I couldn't help it. The leading sunspot asked Mr.-sunspots are famous, and their intuition is that Mr.' s intuition is not so good. Don't put anything in the porridge. The children secretly sighed at the thought of the scrawny nest of voles.

"I said that's not a vole. Do you believe it? "

Sunspots are so queasy that they even throw up breakfast.

Mr. Wang didn't go to see him, but the clouds were as clear as a breeze and as clean as flying into the sky.

At the moment of bidding, the school closed and the children rushed out of the school.

Children from other places naturally go to the river to catch fish trees and dig birds after school, while the girls in Qingtian Town have their own places to go. They trotted along, barefoot on the green slate, and walked heavily to the west of the town.

Zhenxitou is the only dim sum shop in Qingtian Town.

There is a very kind boss in the pastry shop, and all the children like him very much.

The boss is always smiling and boasting about a pair of big dimples that are suspected to have been poked by awls.

The boss is much better than Mr. Wang, who doesn't have as many cakes as the boss.

Although the boss is a little annoyed-even the teacher has to ask what he taught today, over time, the children know the boss's temper, and every time they assign someone to tell the boss whether he taught the three-character classic or the thousand-character text today, and whether Mr. Liu is wearing a willow bud or a blue sky today. Mr. Wang smiled several times today, and Mr. Wang frowned several times today. By the way, it's best to tell him how many lines Mr. Wang can hardly see when he laughs-

Above the moon, willows are at the top.

Summer always comes quickly in Qingtian town.

The children were used to it before catkins flew all over the sky.

Zhendong is the only school in town.

Zhenxitou is the only snack shop in town.

Town East and Town West died of old age.

Sunspot is very sad today, but she just gave her brother an egg box. Mother picked up a feather duster and dusted him all over. While fighting, she scolded her little ancestors for disappointing, stealing needles and gold when she was young, not to mention the egg box. Sunspots are very wronged. I knew the egg box was not half as good as the snack of Zhenxi boss. Why does he need to be beaten like this?

Sunspot slipped to the west of the city unconsciously, and he was not in the mood to dig eggs, let alone fish.

Sunspot thought, it is no problem to order cakes with the boss.

The pastry shop has been closed for a long time, not yet.

Sunspots glanced around, conveniently took off his shoes, in his hand. With a swish, he climbed up the old willow tree on the wall of the snack shop. Willow leaves were so numerous and dense that sunspots accidentally lost their eyes. He put his shoes aside, rubbed his eyes and opened them. Sunspots thought they were hallucinating-

The green suit you wear on your body is even more beautiful than April wicker. It seems that the person who can pinch water is not Mr. Wang, but who?

No, sunspot will still be Mr. Tsing Yi who always stands out from the crowd no matter where he stands.

Sunspots held their breath. He doesn't understand how two people who are not in contact with each other can appear together. Moreover, Mr. Wang, who was so cold, took the initiative to buy a cake. Thinking of this, he realized that Mr. Wang was really kind. But why did the boss close the shop and sell it only to Mr. Wang?

(CJ, boy, when you are a man, your mother's hunger will let you know ~ ~ ~)

Sunspots more confused, he saw:

The boss hugged Mr. Wang from behind. Mr. Wang seemed a little uncomfortable and nudged him. The boss is happier when he is knocked down, and his mouth is bigger than Maitreya.

"Shaoshang Qi ~ ~ ~ ~"

When sunspot heard Mr. Wang crying, he immediately blushed. He didn't expect Mr. Wang's voice to be so crisp and soft.

"Xi, don't move. You are not mine. I am your head office ~ ~ ~ "

Sunspot blushed and saw the boss biting Mr. Wang's ear. Mr. Wang's face and neck are covered with a faint powder, which makes sunspots reluctant to blink. Sunspots licked their lips and thought they were really wrong. Mr. Wang is not three points better than the second girl, but more than ten points-

Watching the boss carry Mr. Wang into the room, sunspot wanted to see more clearly, so he climbed higher and craned his neck to see. We accidentally stepped on it, and he fell from a willow tree more than ten feet away.

"Oh, my God-"

Sunspots let out a cry and covered her mouth. After a long time, she saw nothing. She quickly put on her fallen shoes-it's time to go home. Really, my husband and boss are so blushing and hot.

Qingtian town is full of willows.

The color of willows in Qingtian Town is green.

Qingtian Town East is the only school in the town.

Qingtian Town Xitou is the only dim sum shop in the town.

The boss and husband are not as old as the legend.

In the early summer of that year,

A kind of * * * knowledge gradually spread among children:

Just ask Mr. Wang, because it seems that Mr. Wang is the owner of the two families.

[Gucci] Ship+Two Heroes+Watermelon Battlefield (Part II) Improper vest by swearing.

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When I came to Shu, it was late spring, and a shuttle of willow green was like a pinch of water.

What he can't forget most is the hot crispy beef noodles in Sichuan, which made him sweat and smoke.

The old man selling beef noodles is said to be an old stall handed down from generation to generation. Although it is just a pendulum along the street, there are always customers guarding two small tables and some disgusting stools-when Shaoshang Qi went to eat for the first time, there was a hissing sound of sucking noodles in the corner of the side street.

"Boss, two bowls of beef noodles," the little catcher leading the way respectfully approached the old man, lowered himself and glanced at Shaoshang Qi. "That's an adult from Beijing. I will help you well in the future."

The old man smoked a few mouthfuls, and the hookah knocked on the cauldron of cooking noodles, slammed it on the table and put his hands on it.

When the last face appeared, the old man put the bowl on the table again, just like how much Shaoshang Qi owed him.

"Master qi, you have a large number of bosses. This is the problem with this old guy. "

Shaoshang Qi smiled feebly and grabbed chopsticks.

Although I got a rotten noodle, this noodle is authentic, smooth and tangy.

So he felt much better after eating and couldn't help eating another bowl. Of course, he looked at the old man's face again.

"It's a pity that the willow trees in Bajiang invade the river.

"How can you go to the Golden Palace? How can you wait for the shadow to enter the window?"

However, God didn't call him An Sheng. There was a sad song on the stilts in the street, which was not very sad and bitter, but made him unable to eat noodles with peace of mind. The choking Chili powder and steam entered his eyes, which was painful and sour.

Suddenly, I remembered the child who was red with tears. He grabbed Zhou and hugged him, his black eyes rolling round and round. He smiled and put his finger in, but he might as well be bitten by a little guy and launch a malicious attack. When he jumped up and pulled out his finger, he made several small tooth marks on the first phalanx.

"Little bastard."

He cursed, and the little guy even glanced at him, as if he were glaring at someone.

He scolded the little bastard again. The little bastard was a complete bastard, with his mouth open and his eyes full of pride and cunning.

Naturally, I thought of another person. When the man was identified, he was bleeding. Thousands of miles away, a nameless sword and a ghost crying axe were unpredictable.

However, he said to himself, Shaoshang Qi, you are driving me crazy.

Cover up in madness and be wronged in madness.

What is what?

He is the one who has been wronged. line

Shaoshang Qi still remembers him saying, I still want what I want.

There are amorous feelings hidden in grievances.

It is in the corner of my brow, in the remnant sword in my hand, covered with blood and thin waist.

At the noodle stand, the little catcher was surprised to see that the big man from Beijing buried his face in the hot air, and his tears fell into the noodle soup, but his face was faintly smiling, as if remembering something.

Really a big shot, so determined.

The little catcher also buried his face in the boiling steam and burst into tears in less than half an hour.

After a while, the great man finally looked up, and his face, which was originally spirited, turned red and white, but it seemed to be smeared with rotten rouge on the footstool.

Shoulder down, the great man patted the little catcher on the shoulder, and the great man Shaoshang Qi touched his nose and said earnestly, "That year-"

"Sister upstairs, sing another song."

Shaoshang Qi, the great man, finished eating beef noodles, stood downstairs with the little catcher in his arms, and threw a bare piece of five taels of gold on the platform.

Upstairs, there was no expected chaos. Shaoshang Qi stood by the beef stall, holding hands, ignoring the dirty eyes of the grumpy old man, wondering if it was too quiet here.

Just thinking, the little singer looked out and shrank back in a panic.

After a while, a few pipa sounds came from upstairs, like a ball splashing jade, not just charming and affectionate.

"Bajiang has no intention, and Liu Feng is strong."

The singer's voice is crisp and sweet, and the timbre is so soft, but the pipa is not at all sluggish. It's still those iron bones, with pride in stubbornness and injustice in pride.

Shaoshang Qi immediately panicked, his hands trembling. He pressed the clank iron sword and his mind was full of past lives.

It is often said that swords will compete with each other when they are in danger of their owners. ......

That's because you're here. ......

The sword is drawn and jingled, not entirely for warning. ......

What a joke! Why not? Why not?

The veins stood out on the back of Shaoshang Qi's hand, and his blood was jumping. He wants to go up like this, grab the man by the collar and point the sword at him-then what should he do?

Shaoshang Qi suddenly panicked and drummed violently in his heart.

He clumsily left the side street and walked with the wind.

I didn't hear the old man fly into a rage

I didn't hear all the diners laughing and accusing.

I didn't hear it. The singer sang the last two sentences with a sonorous pipa.

"How can I bring the sunset and cicada to the clear autumn?"

Shaoshang Qi fled all the way, thinking all the way, simply recalling the past-when he wanted to learn from the previous Thunderbolt Hall, life was very bitter and tiring.

Brother Juan always lets him pile up for the longest time. When everyone else has finished eating, he just stands there with his legs bent.

When it rains and thunders, pheasants fly to the henhouse.

Other disciples laughed at him for always having the same hair as a chicken nest, holding the chicken leg and shaking it in front of him.

"Juan brother-"

He is drooling.

"Sister Zhang lost half a catty of bacon."

"Juan brother-"

He had the cheek to shout.

"The second girl next door said you kissed her."

"Juan brother-stop it! ! "

He cried piteously.

When it rains, Shaoshang Qi sticks out his tongue, and then the rain moistens his throat.

Beef noodles are often cooked in the hall. The ingredients of beef noodles are not enough, and the white and red are mixed into a pile. But Shaoshang Qi likes to eat them tightly. He likes the feeling that the spicy smell rushes up and burns his mouth, throat, chest and lungs.

How to describe it?

By the way, Shaoshang Qi remembered a sentence-

There is smoke and fire everywhere.

Haze and fire! ! !

Shaoshang Qi wry smile, how also can't get rid of this shadow. Ang Lee Yuncun fell, Thunderbolt Hall was trampled, Shenwei Escort Agency was shut down, and Anshun Inn was burned-that is to say, he was still there.

Perhaps after a long time, Brother Juan's red tears faded and hid in his heart, but his shadow became more and more vivid.

Red tears-he remembered that red tears were giving a banquet in the pavilion and saying those words.

Shaoshang, let's split it.

Tears are calm and natural, but his heart is full of acid. Although the feelings that have deteriorated long ago have been put down, the uncomfortable and unexpected feelings are still very annoying.

So, Hao Lian walked away with tears in her arms. Of course, Shaoshang Qi is jealous of that bastard Hao Lian.

Yeah, just an asshole.

Although he is stubborn and unscrupulous, he always turns into a happy bastard.

Leave him alone here, Xia Qi, with a cool breeze.

Although the wind in late spring is not cold, it is really bleak. Shaoshang Qi looked at the boat by the river and suddenly shivered.

When he stepped on the ferry, the old ferryman pulled up the rope in the middle of the river, and the long rope made a slippery creak-just like eating hot and delicious beef noodles at the old stall.

Shaoshang Qi suddenly missed the beef noodles made by the old man with bad skin at the street foot. He has only eaten two bowls. How can it be enough?

He thinks the old man has a bad temper, but beef noodles are really delicious.

Just like that man, he has a bad temper, but he plays the piano well, the fish smells good and his eyes are bright. ......

"The water in the river is a little green. If you want to go, don't look back. Sister's tears fly by the river, and my heart seems to be very painful ... "

The old ferryman roared a song and a love song with confidence, which was magnificent and earth-shattering.

It seems that the tearful sister is as fierce as a tiger.

Shaoshang Qi couldn't help looking back, the willows on the river quickly receded, degenerated from clear yellow-green eyebrows and eyes, and only turned into clear and refreshing smoke willow, but it was much thicker than smoke green as if to pinch water.

"The ship is coming and going, and Lao Tzu's ass is going up."

The old ferryman's hair and beard turned white, and he sang with vigor, shaking the earth when cursing people.

Shaoshang Qi got off the boat in frustration. According to others, he was shot with his tail between his legs, but he was a good boy after picking up a bargain.

Shaoshang Qi looked back at the other side, a clear jasper with thick green on both sides.

It's all green, and it's overwhelming green Shaoshang Qi's heart is more eager to see the touch of blue, such as the sky after rain, clear as water. In addition to love and hate, in addition to entanglement, all that remains in Shaoshang Qi's heart is this intoxicating blue.

However, in the end, I can't get rid of love and hate, and such a life will always be very tired.

Tired or guilty, it's better than nothing.

"Ship to ship, I grabbed my ass and hit it-"

The voice of the old ferryman sounded like thunder, which awakened the dreamer, and the daydream of Shaoshang Qi, a great man, also flew into the sky.

It's a pity that the willow trees in Bajiang-

The old ferryman was full of people. Pull the fiber, and he will go back.

"It's a pity that the willow trees in Bajiang invade the river.

"How can you go to the Golden Palace? How can you wait for the shadow to enter the window?"

"Bajiang has no intention, and Liu Feng is strong."

"How can I bring the sunset and cicada to the clear autumn?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, boatman, there is one person a ~ ~! ! "

Shaoshang Qi suddenly ran like hell. He jumped into the river with a plop, forgot to roll up his trouser legs, got into the river in a sweat and spun out a puddle of mud.

"I made an old hurdle, so I don't call it easy." The old ferryman cursed loudly, but he stopped, patted a long pole on the sampan and held out his hand to Shaoshang Qi who was paddling in the water.

Shaoshang Qi was pulled onto the boat by too many chefs, and the last person suddenly came back to touch him. The iron sword that followed him for three years is gone.

The author who swore not to be a vest. Personally, I prefer it because I am closer to my mother.

The ashes of desire

I wrote an old article from the perspective of Huang GG, but I always thought it was a 7-point article. ...

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/kloc-Kaifeng in October, the goose feathers are vast, and the autumn colors are bleak.

Kaifeng's death row is particularly cold at this time, and the moonlight is like ice every night, sprinkling on the silent prisoners. These prisoners who are still alive are as silent as dead people, as if they had already sunk into the eternal water of forgetting Sichuan.

Yes, instead of lingering in the prosperity of life with memories, it is better to savor your upcoming loneliness silently.

In this group of silent shadows, there was a once very special person. He used to have the most prominent wealth and brilliant power. However, at this moment, he curled up in a damp and cold corner, shining moonlight through the high prison window. His shell is cold and hard.

His face is very ordinary, and now it is haggard and fuzzy. His body is covered with blood and scars, but he still looks different from others. He is calm and self-sustaining, isolated from all this humiliation, and he is the seme of Quan Xiang! His reserve does not allow him to die in disgrace like a dog.

"Jin Lin! You still don't confess! "

"Inverse thief! The penalty is fine! "

"Jin Lin, you and I used to be officials at the same time. Confess quickly and be less humiliated! "

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……

What else do you need to confess? The fee has been set! However, I hope he will give up more comrades and go to prison well, so as to cut off dissidents and foster pro-Party!

But he didn't want to give up some names so willingly. He didn't know why he had to wait for such a delay.

Wait?

Maybe waiting for that person to go on the road together!

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No one will be lonely on the road to death!

Now I'm going to kill him. He wasn't with me all the way.

Just the two of them!

Why?

Gu Xichao, aren't you coming?

If you don't come again, I'm afraid I can't wait for you!