The Last Leaf on the old banyan tree in the courtyard drifted. When I first noticed that the autumn wind took away the last depression, I was looking forward to the first snow on a certain day of a certain year. Starting in the morning, rubbing a little sunshine into the sleepy eyes, this day is beautiful again. Every beauty in this winter was turned over by me as a seemingly boring textbook, without memory, let alone archiving. On that month of that year, there were you, me and everyone. We were filled with laughter in the playground paved with snow. When snowballs are brushed from the ears, there are not only consternation but also laughter. You, the real smile is more beautiful and gorgeous against the snow. Smile is just an expression, which has nothing to do with happiness. However, in your smile, I feel happy, so, I am also happy. I want to continue my memory, but this winter, there is no snow, let alone you. I am not happy in winter without snow.

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Last night, I discussed with swallows that it would be better for everyone to have a circle of friends of their own. In fact, it was just a kind of extravagant hope. They were scattered at the ends of the Earth. Even if they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, they might meet, however, once they pronounce, their melody is enough to shake their own sound waves, and they will be able to identify unique sounds and find people. In the summer of a certain year, even the birds were lazy in the sun. They opened the door with their aunt and let the wind through the window. They slept and read books. They became book friends for the whole summer vacation, there was nothing for lunch, and I was very hungry in the afternoon. My aunt washed her hands and boiled soup, a water spinach, fried a plate of low green branches called Qin Mulberry, and cooked a bowl of soup called Emerald floating green waves, if the previous plate was decorated with sporadic garlic, the latter plate was simply boiled green vegetables in white water. They were funny with bowls facing the vegetables. The dishes were so rotten that they had to choose a good name, which played a very strong role, pour out the burning appetite to the rest of the leisure feeling. After the meal, the breeze came to my ears. I felt very quiet, my heart was very empty, and I felt the breeze in the room. I felt that the body was very clean, and then I began to know why the ancients were playing the piano, visiting the superior, why do you need to fast and bathe in advance when entering the temple, so that you can have the spirit when you are calm. After that, I pretended to be accompanied by books. Although I didn’t get anything, my food preference did change. I hope there is always no meat and only water is light, so that I can not be blinded by lard, it seemed that those seasonings and big fish and meat were mixed with endless desire, noise and countless restlessness. After eating, facing the book, I felt that it was a lazy frog looking at the White Swan, ashamed of himself. In many breeze afternoons, a person drank tea, wandered and stunned at the book, and the green trees in the courtyard became cool, so he hoped to go to a place where breeze came and flowers blossomed, I have a girlfriend (not a boyfriend, love is too vulgar, desire is too much in the landscape and beautiful mood is a stain) waiting for me, watching the tide rising and falling together, blowing the mountain breeze together, drinking tea, I felt that life was enough until I saw the flowers blooming and falling, read books alone for too long, raised my head and thanked each other for being around. So I miss the days when I read books with my aunt. This idea has always been just fantasy and regret. There is a huge crowd of people. It is hard to find book friends to talk with, and they don’t know where they are. Then a few months later, hearing Xu Song’s landscape, I was moved inexplicably and felt that it was too late to meet and hear it. In different time and space, there are also some people who are so lonely and fantasizing about books to watch mountains and rivers together, forget the world, play the piano and blow the flute as hermit in the world. Xu Song lived between mountains and waters, so the song had a bosom friend of mountains and waters, a kind of tranquil and persistent, and someone who was not well-known at the starry sky had the same mood. After a long time, I found that nothing matters. What matters is that I like it. I hope that in the future, I can also be thrown to a place where mountains are bright and quiet, tides rise and fall, flying flowers are like rain, mobile phone signals are full and I can listen to musical instruments, and then I can see mountains and rivers, feel life and become a family, grow old without regret.

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