Zu'an Shixian

Damn, what's wrong with you? () I haven't updated it for several days.

The most beautiful self is the pursuit, the most beautiful life is on the road, and beauty is never intentional. In those years, when I was passing by in a hurry, I never saw the fallen leaves on the roadside fluttering, dancing like little elves, which may be the last glory of life. I have never heard the mournful cry of cicadas, and I just passed by the Changting Pavilion in the evening. The wind is beautiful and the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. In late spring, you can see the green grass and bathe in the warm spring breeze. There are also wild flowers that are fragrant, fresh and refined. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles among the bushes. Or perhaps, the shy petals are waiting to bloom, shyly about to bloom, and the green lotus leaves gently sway gracefully in the breeze, and the little lotus reveals its sharp corners... There are many beautiful scenery that can only be viewed at leisure. Those years have passed by in a hurry. Many times we don't know how to cherish what we have, and we can only regret it when we miss it. The most beautiful scenery is on the road, and the deepest feelings are in memories. Once, I was alone on the top of the mountain, watching the sunset from a distance. The reddish sky gradually faded away, and the sunset was over there. The ancients said: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. It's just that I never thought it was a beautiful scenery at the time. It was in a different realm and I couldn't understand it. And in the memory, Yanran is so short and urgent. When you look at a mountain, you are filled with love for the mountain. You just don't realize it when you first see it. You can only experience it in memories. The train of time will not stop. I have seen this saying: The most beautiful self is in the future. I don't object, but I have no reason to support it. There are so many futures, and why have I never waited for my most beautiful self? Do I have to wait until I finally turn into a handful of loess to be my most beautiful? Man is a strange animal. Only in the past did things become beautiful, and those beautiful things were only the most arduous pursuit at that time. A night of sycamore rain, with a bit of coolness and desolation, froze those troubled thoughts, and it was a short and peaceful night. Under the cold moonlight, lean on the window and stare, the clear light is falling, lean on the lantern and look back, the long past is unfolding, and the most beautiful years are on the road. Those years have passed. Years later, the memories continue.

So pretty! The author writes really well (✪▽✪).

Today is February 22, 2021. I'm here to visit the grave. I hope the author will update it during my lifetime. Don't be ungrateful. Thank you.

Come on. . .

Good-looking, good-looking, faster and faster

You must write and update well! ! ! ! ! ! I think this novel is super good! ! ! ! ! !