Shui knew in her heart that if Shan indulged her willfulness when she was at her weakest emotionally, maybe she would take a step forward, but the result would only be the spread of harm. The tacit un

Shui knew in her heart that if Shan indulged her willfulness when she was at her weakest emotionally, maybe she would take a step forward, but the result would only be the spread of harm. The tacit understanding between mountains and water is a natural imagination. They use words to interpret a high-level love. At the starting line of literature, mountains and rivers lay the foundation for literary materials. They dreamed of being literary partners for a lifetime and devoted themselves to each other's wonderful things. They join forces to go to Tianxia.net, hoping to carve out a fertile soil to take root and sprout, so that the wings of dreams can fly into the blue sky. When they first entered the literary world, they were frustrated by the rigorous inner strength of literature. During the long starry night, this literary couple embarked on a journey of studying. Mountains are like rivers, Baidu classical literature materials are explained sentence by sentence, and a variety of examples are used to expand ideas with quotations of the profound meaning of the style. As the clock of midnight approaches, they have just left the Internet for a while, and the discussion and recollection of words have become a warm concern between them. Shui was using an ordinary mobile phone at that time, and all inquiries on the Internet were searched by Shan, and sorted and sent to Shui's internal line. That dedication without regrets was Shan's happiness. With the water, the mountain has more sunshine and more happiness. The water that guards him is rippling with the sculls of happiness. They set sail on the blue waves of the inner lake. They agreed to compete with the roc in flying and achieve a world-shattering success. dream.

Time goes by. In the past half year, the level of the farm has improved very quickly. The roses on Shan Zhishui Farm have bloomed, and Shui is extremely surprised. It turns out that Shan has been taking care of the farm carefully. He planted roses one after another for Shui. The fiery red roses moved Shui. In a sentence, Shan devoted his tender time to her and fulfilled his promise. People say that the Internet is virtual, but Shui is truly moved by the harvest. He is completely surrendered by the behavior of the mountain, and is willing to be the little sheep of the mountain. A mountain with green grass, watching over the growth of the sheep.

We have been together for nearly three years, and the emotions of mountains and rivers have filled the three-year diary in the footsteps we have walked. That touch changed Shui's pride and ignorance. She re-examined herself, baptized her mentality with the connotation of words, and filled the shortcomings of life with the enthusiasm of literature. She loves words, and she loves mountains like green pine trees. It is a kind of transcendent love that accompanies her through thick and thin, conveying true love in the hard work of life. In an age where interests are all the rage, the union of love and flesh seems to be a natural thing. However, the love between mountains and water jumps out of the vulgar alley. They enjoy a transcendent love, with no desire and no pursuit but inseparable. In order not to affect each other's real life, they never talked on the phone. In the few photos they exchanged, they remembered each other's faces, the meticulous care, and the frequent radio waves. They spent countless days and nights happily.

In the deep red of late autumn, the prosperity begins to subside, and the fruits return to the earth. The hanging joy and fruity fragrance show their charm on the same stage. Shan was fortunate enough to come to Shui's hometown on a business trip. He was an agricultural expert who was dedicated to his career and had made outstanding contributions to the prosperity of agriculture. During this trip, he requested to meet. Shui was happy and conflicted. She fell into a brief thought. It was hard to say whether the connection between the Internet and reality was a curse or a blessing. Shan seemed to see through Shui's thoughts, and he seriously promised not to force Shui Mei to do anything against her will. Shui Mei readily accepted Shan's invitation.

In the northern country of light autumn, Cui Wei wants to take off her makeup and retire. Saying goodbye in the bleak wind and dust, Qiu Ju's enthusiasm begins to rise, and she holds up the golden brocade, paving the way for a pair of lovers who meet each other. promenade. Colorful butterflies lined the road, their light silk wings danced, and they danced in pairs, as if they were reliving the love of Butterfly Lovers. At the end of the mountain and water's gaze, they saw each other's shadows. In the noisy square, they finally saw the true faces in their dreams. Shui was dressed in elegant clothes, with long flowing hair, and Shan was also dressed in casual clothes, with a thin body, but the joy of meeting her could not be hidden between his brows. He quietly looked up and down at his sister Shui, as if he was the quiet one often seen in dreams. When we met for the first time, the language suddenly seemed clumsy, and smiles became the main theme of communication. The crowded agricultural exhibition hall drew them into the whirlpool of people, and they were pushed around involuntarily. Perhaps this was a good way to break the embarrassment. They began to look for each other in the crowd, and the joy of reunion gave them something to talk about. Shui Ting appreciated Shan's talkativeness. He always looked at Shui Mei with a smile and asked about things in life while walking, which made Shui feel strangely at ease.

On the third day in the emergency room, Shan sent a message to Shui who was waiting anxiously, accompanied by an extremely negative sigh. Water's tears poured down, and he prayed for his mountain countless times throughout the night, asking God for mercy and giving the kind and upright mountain the vitality of life. Good people have a safe life! This sentence seems a bit funny. A man who lives prudently, respects filial piety, is a role model for a father, and is a loving housekeeper has suffered cruel torture. The dull pain of water, along with the cold north wind, penetrates the bones, and the sound of crying in the long night lingers in the deep alleys in the middle of winter. The melancholy dark clouds cover the purity of the water, and the gloomy depression accompanies the water in a distant foreign land, murmuring blessings for the mountains day and night.

The uncertainty of fate plays tricks on a pair of lovers. Romance has turned into smoke and each other's safety has become their only wish. As the saying goes, misfortune never comes alone. Before the Spring Festival, Shui's husband, who was working out of town, got sick and returned home. This was another severe blow. Shui's depressed nerves were exhausted and her mind was about to collapse. She stared at the sky in a daze, desperate and on the verge of crying without tears. The children's frightened eyes and her husband's silent hissing brought Shui back from his melancholy state, and Shui changed his mentality. Maybe love can ignite the flame of life and make the ghost of the disease timid, and the sunshine will once again visit the beautiful dreams of seclusion in Xiushui. Shui accompanies her husband to seek medical treatment, and her husband's condition is under control, while Shan is still lingering on the edge of life and death. In order not to affect Shan's lover's care, Shui knocks on the keyboard with care and blessings, and expresses his thoughts and wishes every word. Shedding tears, suspended on the four walls of space.

The time and space look at each other, the heart's induction calls, the star language drifts in the wind and dust, and the water becomes the mountain's prayer accumulated in the clouds. However, Shan, who became ill due to overwork and struggled with the disease, was dragged to the gate of the underworld again and again. When Shan came back, he was extremely exhausted. He could no longer bring happiness to Shui, so Shan chose to let go.

The water and tears from the long nights often wet the pillow towel, and the pain and sorrow have no home in the distance. Praying to the mountains is the only reward she can give. Every encounter she encounters is the treasure book she treasures in this life, and the manuscript she writes with all her heart. Water carried their promise and continued to write their literary dreams in the palace of literature. Despite the hardships of writing, what summoned him was the smile of the mountain. The light ink on the paper was filled with longing for Water, just like the breath of the mountain accompanying her. To take his mountain, his mentor, his eldest brother, and his lover to fulfill his unfulfilled dreams.

The withered depression of the mountain has become the material of a brush stroke in the desolation of winter, and is fixed on the other side of memory. Tears of water are calling, flowing around the mountain, protecting the mountain's depletion with moisture. The mountains listen to the soft whispers of the water, give back to the green dragon of spring, and accompany the water to create a scroll of thousands of miles in the Chinese land. The love between mountains and water describes the youth of the four seasons. The enchanting peaches in spring are the ornaments for the mountains and the water. The cool shade in summer is the parasol held up for the water. The fruits of autumn are the concern for the water. Reward, the red plum blossoms in winter reflect the snow, it is the love dripping with blood on the mountain, the first bloom of the wonderful flowers in adversity soothes the silence of the water.

The mountains are rustling, the water is rushing, and the unchanging attachment moves from ancient times to the future. Mountains and waters keep their own paths, serve as wonderful foils to each other, and stay together forever.