Peach Blossom Tribulation

Peach Blossom Tribulation After a long period of silence, the sky began to rain heavily. The cold raindrops were like snow that had condensed and dispersed, causing the skin to turn red. I thought of the shy look on a woman's face on her wedding night, but it couldn't compare to the blood that fell from Zi Gui's cry. -----Inscription 1. The plum blossom dies in the blazing peach blossom forest. In that season, there was some gentle wind and some light rain. On the day of the funeral, the sun was finally found out after a long period of hiding. His face was haggard and tired, like a beggar who had been wandering for a long time, and every inch of his skin was marked with the words hunger and hardship. A pair of wide, angry eyes filled with gushing anger and dryness. The sunshine is very poisonous and white, with a vague air of midsummer and a bit of putrid smell. And those overnight rains are still crystal clear in their own way, as beautiful as the most gorgeous pearls in the East China Sea. A few drops of transparency lingered on the jagged edges of the grass, just like the tears on Zhu Yingtai's eyelashes, which stopped falling and stopped falling. Under the dilapidated earthen wall, someone's dog was baking its wet fur in the fresh sunshine, as lazy as a princess. Several beautiful daughters-in-law worked hard to hold the soles of their men's shoes while not wanting to be left alone. A woman's tongue is always longer than the twine in her hand. The past that has disappeared is vividly polished by their saliva, with a hint of pleasure in the cruelty, but after all, it is just a cup of warm water in winter, which can neither warm yourself nor cold others. At the entrance of the village, the father, who had been blind for most of his life, leaned against the bare old locust tree and sighed roughly. Women, women! A red peach blossom fell down and stood delicately on the blind father's thin shoulder, with a hint of warmth in the coolness, like a drop of tears passing by in the wind. The blind dad slowly and slowly brushed his sleeves, brushing away the breeze on one shoulder, the feelings on one shoulder, and the faint fragrance of flowers on the other. In fact, Liuzhuang is famous not because of the weeping willows that live up to its name, but because of its countless peach trees and a gorgeous young lady. And that woman who is the most beautiful woman is a legend that everyone in Liuzhuang talks about. Three years ago, when the willows on the dam were thick and the warm breeze on the river was intoxicating, the sky-shaking gongs and drums and the festive suona woke up the ears that had been sleeping all winter in the blue sky, causing the peach blossoms to fall and dance. Pink and white flowers, strong and light tea, all exude an old fragrance. Plum blossoms, with the brightest red in spring, graceful and graceful, quietly walked into people's eyes. The wind suddenly picked up, lifting up her silky smooth silky hair and lotus-colored dress, and also blew off that side of her low-hanging hijab. The beautiful eyes were flowing, the gaze was shining, and the auditorium suddenly became a cemetery. She's a killer, the man said. That was a mistake, the woman said. The surrounding petals danced again after a period of silence, becoming more wild and spinning. The plum blossom clothes stand fluttering among them, as slender as flower stamens and as indifferent as white snow. For a moment, silence became eternity, and the world became lonely. As a result, Feng's dim eyes were coated with a pink and tender color, ethereal and confused, persistent and patient; then, it was rumored that the peach blossoms bloomed that year were extraordinarily coquettish and beautiful, often inadvertently burning many looking eyes. The man said that the village well water has an intoxicating mellowness. The woman said that the folk songs in the village no longer lacked the spirit of a man. The blind dad said nothing, only used his withered bamboo fingers to kiss out forgotten songs on the shiny strings. The voice was thin and trembling, like a woman's high-pitched cry after a new loss. Mei, on the other hand, always walks on the wet stone road, steps on the curling smoke from cooking stoves, puts the wisps of sunshine and water into the bucket, and carries it home tremblingly. Behind her were the hazy eyes of the morning who were not yet awake. The moon was as full as a mirror, and the night was as cool as water. Mei stood in the deserted patio, combing her newly washed hair. Sister-in-law, your vagina is exposed, go back to the house and rest, don't catch a cold. Feng stood at the door of the west wing and said. Mei shook her head and slowly stroked her wet black hair. Are you looking at the moon? No, I miss the moon. Miss the moon? Yes. Mei's lonely figure looked extremely thin in the moonlight, like a shadow puppet being manipulated in the hands of an artist. Feng's heart twitched violently, and his eyes became a little more sentimental. Chang'e, are you lonely? May asked. With the purity of this palace and this full of longing, how could I be lonely? Don't you miss Hou Yi? So what if you want? He will never be mine. He is the proud man of heaven, and victory and honor are his oxygen, but I am tired of bloodshed and fighting. What about love, have you also begun to forget it? For some, love is just a gorgeous burden. To survive, you must learn to choose and forget. I fulfilled my promise in my own way, but the world was endlessly scolding me for my betrayal. No one has ever thought that truth and lies are just opposites of love and hate. Wouldn't it be hard for you without the Chinese Valentine's Day date? After walking through the glitz and reading all the vicissitudes of life, I no longer have wishful thinking, I just wait. Good line just wait. Chang'e, you are a wise woman. No, it's not wisdom, it's just that I realized it. Enlightenment? Yes, I understand. The understanding of love, the understanding of life, the understanding of human nature and human feelings. ... Sister-in-law, what are you thinking about? Mei looked back at Feng Junlang's face and said, I'm thinking about what kind of food we will eat tomorrow. Feng was stunned. Mei smiled lightly. Under the clear light of the starry night, a different feeling slowly bloomed in the dodging but tangled eyes of the two people with the vastness of the night, so thick, so thick. Far away from the quarrels over food, rice, oil and salt, Liuzhuang slept peacefully in silence, with only the dust in the air gently knocking out a whisper-like conversation. How did you decide to get married? I am an orphan with no relatives, no right to fight, and no choice. Did you know beforehand that he was paralyzed? Know. Did you know you were married too? Who said your family is too rich, they are too greedy, and women's lives are too cheap? There are many rich people, it doesn't have to be him. Your father has the ability to speak like a lotus tongue and unparalleled means. Who can beat him? It's our Gu family that feels sorry for you. As soon as people come into this world, they start to owe and pay back non-stop, regardless of who owes to whom. You look very much like a girl I saw when I was a child. Yeah? I met her at the Lantern Festival. She also wore two long braids and plain clothes, looking like a budding lotus. That must have been ten years ago, right? How do you know? I can count. One or two coughs came from the courtyard of an unknown house. Although they were gentle, they were enough to break all the silence. The air trembled, the conversation came to an abrupt end, and only a few remaining stars hung diagonally at the highest point in the sky, igniting the loneliness of the day. 2. Lan made an appointment with Feng on a very boring summer night. The air is hot, the wind is hot, and so is the human heart. After taking a shower, Lan looked at the yellow bronze mirror and smeared it on her delicately contoured face for half an hour before putting on a set of fiery red cheongsam and walking out of the attic. There are men with open arms enjoying the coolness everywhere, and there are pairs of hot eyes everywhere. Lan twists her plump waist and walks gracefully, with all kinds of charming eyes flying around. For a moment, there were whistles everywhere, and the frivolous and explicit jokes made God blush with embarrassment. As a result, the moon in the sky also felt hot. The Buddha said that between women and water that has passed through the mud, the pure will become clear, and the turbid will become turbid. It is guiltless and guiltless. The good people said that Lan's previous life was Haitang from Yimen brothel, and she had this fatal charm after her reincarnation. The stream is gurgling and the willow trees are shady. The half-human tall wormwood and various wild flowers are not only a natural screen, but also a beautiful and comfortable bed. No wonder this place is jokingly called Yuanyang Lily Bay. What urgent matter do you have with me? Feng's eyes showed the usual disgust and indifference. If nothing happens, can't I just come out and chat with you? I won't accompany you. Are you missing your sister-in-law who is just a decoration when you are so busy rushing back? What are you talking nonsense about? Am I talking nonsense? Humph, others can't see that, but I'm not blind. I have never seen you treat any woman as kindly, tenderly and considerate as you treat her. We are a family, and it is only natural to treat her well. What you say is better than what you sing. Don't you think you are low-spirited? As Lan spoke, she moved closer to Feng, her soft body wrapped around him like water plants, and her nimble fingers wandered around his back like snakes. I asked myself that I am not inferior to her at all, why are you unwilling to treat me with pretense? Feng jumped away and said coldly, look at your own virtue now, do you think you can be compared with her? I can't do what San Zhen Jiu Lie did, so don't embarrass me. All I know is that I will get what I want. Unfortunately, I am nothing, I am a person. You will listen to me. If not, I will tell the people in the village that you and she are not on good terms. When the time comes, I'll see how you excuse her. Don't blame me for being cruel. Who told you to be ignorant of good and evil? You don't want your sweetheart to be ruined, right? You... A femme fatale! Lan giggled, making the willow branches tremble with laughter and startling the sleepwalking fish in the water to scurry under the rocks in groups. Do you want me? Lan unexpectedly touched Feng's penis. Feng's face turned purple from holding back, and he wanted to have a seizure but said nothing. Lan Geng stopped talking and just started to act crazier and more wanton. Feng's eyebrows, Feng's eyes, Feng's mouth... Every one of them was crushed by her bright red lips, and they were all miserable. Feng hurriedly refused and refused... Until he turned into a puddle of water on the tip of Lan Tongue. The moon disappeared, and the bluestone riverbed made a strange sound. When Feng entered Lan's body, he seemed to see a woman with braided braids shedding a drop of bloody tears. The weight of that tear made his heart feel heavy; the temperature of that tear made his heart hurt so much! Lan said to Feng, I will marry you. Feng closed his eyes and remained silent. Separated by a few rows of tall willows, Mei stood quietly in a large shadow, listening to Feng's rough breathing and Lan's moans that wanted to resist. Tears wet her eyes, hurting her heart, and interrupting the course of her dream. The sound of the blind father's piano flowed down the river. The sound was dark and wet, like the suppressed sadness of a woman. Have you realized it? Chang'e asked. No. I still can't see through it. What on earth were you expecting? Miracles, miracles that come to fruition if you wait. There are only myths in this world, not what you call miracles. I don't believe it. Do you don't believe me, don't believe him or don't believe yourself? I don't believe in fate. Do you believe in fate? Letter. The old people said that in fact, everyone has fate, but some people only have fate in their hands, and some people only have fate in their hands. That is why there are so many joys and sorrows in the world. When two people who are destined and share the same destiny come together, they will become the most perfect couple. Therefore, you are destined to suffer for him throughout your life. Why don't I believe it? When you believe it, don't forget to look up at the moon in the sky. You will find that it is no longer as round and bright as it is today. At nightfall, Mei slowly took off her clothes and looked at the mutton-fat body inch by inch, her heart pounding like a deer. The low-hanging bead curtain was suddenly opened, and the tinkling sound reached my ears, like beads falling on a jade plate, which was really nice to hear. Dad, how did you get in? Get out! Drooling, Mei's clothes turned into a pile of useless garbage in the blink of an eye. The vase was broken, the tea cup was broken, the rhombus mirror was broken, and the heart was also broken. A burst of heart-wrenching pain, two lines of miserable tears, and a pool of virgin blood. There is no love, only desire. This is the purest and most primitive destruction of mankind. The bright braid of plum blossoms was twisted into a round bun, like a moon that accidentally fell into the ink pool, full of fate and nowhere to escape. Why is there a wound on your neck? Hanging up for firewood? No, it was scratched by a wild cat. Mei Juanjuan said lightly, with a hint of deep ridicule and exile in her expression. Feng's brows furrowed, tightly locking the lightness of the poplar flowers and the sadness of the fallen leaves. Three months later, Feng's father died in an accident. Lan left the boudoir on the day of the accident, and the groom was not Feng. Lan still comes back to find Feng from time to time. Forget it, we, you now have a husband and a home, it's time to live in peace and contentment. Lan curled her lips with disdain on her face. Who cares about him? Don't you care if you marry me? Who told him that he was not only rich but also powerful? Besides, he was the one who wanted to marry me on tiptoe, and I never said that I wanted to marry him. Get out! Feng glared at each other angrily. Jealous? Don't worry, baby, I won't let you go. Feng picked up Lan fiercely and threw her on the bed that covered the sky and the floor. Be gentle, you hurt me. Do you also know the pain? Isn't this what you want? I give it to you. Feng is a complete gangster. Lan said to the people in the village. From then on, Lan broke off all contact with Feng. But Lan's husband knocked on Mei's door on a snowy and freezing day. We don't have any contact, any advice? I just want to negotiate a deal with you. I'm not interested in doing business. You don't listen to anything related to Feng? Front? What happened to him? What happened between him and Lan is no longer a secret. There is no need for you to pretend not to know. Catch the adulterer and the double. Do you have any real evidence for what you say? My word is the proof. As soon as I opened my mouth, he was dead. What do you want? Among the women I have ever seen, you are the most beautiful and most appetizing one. What do you think I still want to do? But you are the most disgusting man I have ever met. What, don't agree? Unless you promise not to do anything to harm Feng. Make a deal. Do you mean what you say? I'm a man too. Once a true man says something, he should take heaven and earth as evidence and never go back on his word. No matter what winter it is, snow is an essential sight in this village. It happens more often, and passers-by become acquaintances. Just like being sad, the pain becomes a habit after a long time, and you no longer feel the pain. Mei's body in the air caused this regular visitor to go in the wrong direction. He hit the purple wall and was ruthlessly bounced back. The room was still cold, the room was desolate, and the room was unbearable to say and unbearable to look at. The skirt is half-covered and the hairpin ring is messy. The special smell in the room made Feng blush. How so? I'm happy. Feng gritted his teeth and raised his hand, and a wisp of red appeared on the corner of Mei's mouth. Mei didn't move. She looked at a plum tree covered with edelweiss outside the window and said, "Look, the flowers faded so quickly this year." I haven't seen their appearance clearly yet, how come they have turned into ruins in the blink of an eye? What a pity for the good scenery this season. Feng hugged the tough branches of the plum tree and shook it wildly, shaking down the white snow, shaking down the remaining flowers, and shaking down his own tears. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. Mei smiled silently, her smile full of deep hurt. For the first time, Feng discovered that something called stubbornness was flowing in Mei's always soft and always forbearing eyes, and there was even a radiant emotion sinking. Feng was deeply shocked, but the plum blossoms that had drifted into souls were still fragrant. There must be something wrong and that person shouldn't be you. It can only be me. Why? Because of my beauty, because I am Mei. Measuring love at first sight with the speed of lightning, witnessing eternity with the eyes of time, weighing it until death with the dance of butterflies, calculating without regrets with Jingwei's persistence. But I dream of piercing the drought of the desert with the footsteps of a camel, so that the wait will no longer be long and the suffering will no longer spread. Feng looked at Mei's face as cold as frost, desperate and hopeless. Before the snow was ready to melt, there was a woman beside Feng whom he called his wife. The blind father didn't go to the village entrance to guard the sky in his heart for a long time, and people didn't hear the ancient music for a long time. I heard that he was sick. When Mei was drinking water at the well, the sharp-eyed woman noticed her thinness and the look of her long hair falling on her shoulders. 3. The ice disappears and the water warms, and thousands of flowers compete for spring. However, the peach trees in Liuzhuang still have the purest color in the beginning, just oily green, only oily green, and they have missed the entire flowering period. Mei sat silently under the poplar tree with her newborn kitten in her arms, surrounded by spots of transparent and clean sunlight. A swarm of little bees sniffed the graceful wild flowers and buzzed around, carefree and carefree. A few children wearing small pants chased a few colorful butterflies through the green grass, and their cheerful laughter soared up, startling the birds that had just emerged from their nests on the branches to flutter their wings and huff and puff into the sky. Do you think this peach blossom will still bloom? April has already begun. Just wait. Last winter was so cold that it probably froze my heart. As long as the temperature is right, the flowers may bloom more colorfully than in previous years. Mei sighed and said, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the almost mysterious beauty of those flowers. The little cat touched Gongmei's cold hand with its tender nose and lay down in a more comfortable position. Love words are easy to write but hard to follow. On the road of love, I don't know how many tears of crazy children have been shed, and I don't know how many youthful heads have turned gray. Bitter, this love is more bitter than medicine and stronger than poison. But why can't I see through it? A caterpillar accidentally fell from the tree and landed at Mei's feet. It rolled playfully and slowly climbed up the plump trousers. Have you ever loved? It's the kind of love that is unforgettable. Have I ever loved? Have I ever loved? I can't say for sure. Maybe, when I transform into a butterfly, I will see clearly the path I have traveled and understand my own thoughts. People say that butterflies cannot see any color in their eyes, right? Maybe. I can't see colors because they are too dazzling and complicated. I want to see them clearly but I can't, so I lie to myself and others that I don't want to see them clearly. There are many things in the world that are contrary to your own wishes, just like you think that your soul can fly freely if you have what you want most. Actually you are wrong. Dreams and love are stranded not because they don't love, but because they love too deeply and too truly, just like there is always a lot of powerlessness hidden behind beauty. There is dreamlike tenderness, lingering waiting and hopeless struggle deep in your eyes. These are all proofs of your love, right? Who knows! However, I was young once. I still remember the way he smiled at me when the peach blossoms were in bloom, as well as the crystal clear stream and the path paved with warm stones. Now, everything is in the past, in the past. Next year today, I won't be able to see the moon above the willow branches. Mei's heart felt hot, and thick blood came out of her mouth, splashing on the hem of her plain white skirt, dotted with stars, like an extremely beautiful plum blossom. Master, you are coughing up blood again. Just a little bit. Ask a doctor to take a look. It doesn't matter, I'm fine. The kitten meowed softly and looked at the sky with countless white clouds with a pair of ignorant eyes that were not stained with dust. Do you feel empty inside? May smiled. When it is empty, it becomes clean; when it becomes clean, it becomes liberated. A dog with a broken tail dragged its lame leg over. It groaned and lay down on the roots of the poplar tree, looking like it was not clear whether it was comfort or pain. Mei coughed, holding up her erratic body like a paper kite and swaying further and further away in the evening breeze. The air infected her and made her sick, and it also became fishy and salty without her realizing it. Not far away, behind a huge peach tree, Feng held a small incense embroidered with phoenix flowers, his blue shirt wet with tears. What color is the phoenix flower? It's fiery red. I have never seen such an unforgettable color, as red as a fire soaring into the sky, as gorgeous as a burning cloud, as if she had ignited her own life, a little desperate, a little stubborn, a little heartbroken, and a little presumptuous. If the color alone is so unforgettable, then her flowers must also be charming, right? Phoenix flower is not a flower, but a very valuable herb that blooms in March. It is named because its shape resembles the legendary phoenix, and it is said to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Do you know where she grew up? Phoenix flower likes shade and grows mostly in humid and bitter cold places. And because it is an extremely rare and noble medicine, it can only be found on cliffs. If the pickers don't have the skills to climb over the walls, they will definitely not get it. That's natural. So people often lose their lives because of a phoenix flower. When I grow up, I will pick many phoenix flowers for you. I don't want any phoenix flowers, I don't want you to be in any danger. The sun gradually sets in the west. The twilight of dusk burned the deep distance inside the gate of the mansion, making it feel helpless and lonely. When the white smoke in the farmyard was filled with the smell of cow dung, horse dung and hay, it swayed leisurely and contentedly with the light wind, like white gauze scarves in the sky, soft and peaceful. The sound of the blind father's string came as promised, making the vegetation in late spring feel miserable. Feng stepped on the weeping music and pushed open the two doors of Zhuqi. My wife came up to me with a bowl of something light red. This is the medicine that has just been brewed. Drink it while it's hot. There is nothing serious about me anymore and I don't need to drink this bitter and bitter food anymore. How? This disease must be eradicated, otherwise what will happen next spring? Wherever you go, why do you think so much? What are these words? If you don't drink it, you will be very sorry for your sister-in-law's hard work. What does it have to do with her if I don't take medicine? Don't bluff me with your words. Anyway, I don't know how to drink. Just take it and let me be alone for a while. You also know that the treatment of this disease is inseparable from phoenix flower. It happened that when you were sick, there was no drug store in the town that had this lifeblood, so your sister-in-law went to the mountains dozens of miles away to pick up ready-made medicine for you. Originally I wanted to go, but my sister-in-law refused, saying that you were sick and needed a caring and considerate person by your side, so I stayed to take care of you. My sister-in-law refused to let me tell you these things, saying that she was afraid that you would feel guilty if you found out, which would not be a good thing. Therefore, I never mentioned a word to you, except that I bought the medicine primer from the doctor. No wonder her face was covered with scars, no wonder her body suddenly became so weak. If you hadn't refused to take the medicine, I wouldn't have broken my promise to my sister-in-law and told all this. Even if you collect medicine for me, you won't be so tired. Are you hiding something else? After a moment of silence, my wife said sadly that her sister-in-law missed the step while climbing the cliff and rolled straight from the top to the bottom of the mountain. Without missing a beat, her chest hit a sharp stone. The doctor said that his internal organs had been injured, and he was afraid... He might not be able to recover. Jiao Lei suddenly sounded in his ears, and Feng leaned against the wall slumped, his body like an empty balloon, limp and without any strength. In the corridor of memory, laughter adorns the face that we see every day. The little boy asked the little girl, when can we meet again? I can't tell clearly either. Probably when the phoenix flowers bloom. Phoenix flowers bloom every year. Do you come every year? If there were such beautiful lanterns here every year, I would definitely come. One white little finger hooked the other warm little finger. No see you, no see you, no see you. That is a sentence drawn with a child's heart in a circle. Your sachet is so pretty! Later I asked my mother to embroider an identical one for me and hang it around my waist. If you like it, I'll give it to you. It was sewn by myself and contains dried phoenix flowers, which can ward off disasters and ward off evil spirits. Wear it all the time and it will keep you safe throughout your life. A small hammer knocked on Feng's heart door neither lightly nor hard, knocking until his numb nerves regained some consciousness after a while, and all his internal organs were broken into pieces, each piece depicting the shadow of yesterday that never left. Where is my sister-in-law? I didn't see her, maybe she was outside and hasn't come back yet. There is no pretense of concern on the wife's brow. Feng's palms were filled with cold sweat in an instant. Controlling the emotions that were about to break out, he rushed out the door, leaving the rows of peach trees or scattered peach trees far behind him. In the deserted woods, a woman in plain clothes and a plain face lay lifeless in the luxuriant grass. Her long hair was like a night-black veil, and she was shockingly cold. A gray-brown kitten curled up obediently in the woman's warm heart, and from time to time stretched out its pink tongue to lick the tips of her paper-gold fingers. Feng picked up Mei's body, which was as light as a cattail, and sat down under a peach tree. He didn't shout or cry, but slowly and gently smoothed Mei's messy hair with his fingers. The wild flowers peacefully accepted their fragrance, and the weeds grew in an orderly manner. Only a few swallows returning to their nests stood on the branches and murmured. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and they continued the love talks that had been left unfinished last night. The sky is very high and far away and very blue, the color of the sky over the desert. There is no cloud, no impurities and filth. It is far away, empty, broad and desolate. Feng stared at the face of the person in his arms, as thin as a melon seed, and felt so excited that he thought of a downpour. With support, Mei, who was bent like a cat in Feng's broad and warm arms, gradually became conscious. Opening his sleepy eyes, a familiar but distant person inexplicably got into his heart. Is that you, Feng? It's me, Shuang'er, I'm the little naughty boy holding the phoenix flower. A sad smile appeared in the corners of Mei's eyes. You finally recognized me? In fact, I recognized you a long time ago, the moment your hijab was lifted by the wind. At the same time, I also know that although you arrived as scheduled, you will no longer be able to keep my appointment. As long as spring comes every year, the phoenix flowers bloom every year, and you wait under that double-pedaled lotus lantern every year, I will be with you in every life. Don't keep me waiting too long. If I wait too long, I'm afraid I'll become blind. I'll never miss an appointment again, I promise you. The blood that kept seeping out from the corner of Mei's mouth touched Feng's heart that had long been torn apart, making it impossible for him to remain calm. He kept rubbing his increasingly moist eye sockets with his hands, hiding the madness that was about to collapse. The wind stood at the beginning of the tree with a cold face, waiting for Mei's life to disappear with him into the eternal darkness with the arrival of dawn. Mei smiled at the sachet in Feng's hand and touched it with her hand. The red phoenix flowers above, to put it lightly, the forest flowers withered their spring reds in a hurry. Although you and I have not forgotten the covenant we made back then, everything is no longer a flower, and the fog is no longer a fog. An inch of grass shines brightly in spring, while plum blossoms stand proudly in the snow. No matter when it comes, you will always be the most outstanding woman in Liuzhuang, and your elegance will always be unparalleled. Unfortunately, plum blossoms are only a winter sight. But don't be sad for me. In fact, I am like the maple leaves in autumn, which can only be bright for one season. It is bright in the most beautiful season, but also fades in the most beautiful time. This is the law of life, none of us can change it, we can only accept it as it comes. No moon, no stars; no human voice, no noise. After stripping away the gorgeous and lively exterior during the day, there is only some unattended tranquility left at night, where thoughts can roll and gallop without worries. Oranges born in Huainan are not oranges. I am Mei, and I should decorate my writing with elegance in winter, but instead I ended up in this quiet village with peach trees. It's no wonder that I can't see the glory of the next sunrise and the beauty of peaches and plums so early. Do you like peach blossoms? No, my favorite is the Phoenix flower. The peach blossoms are unique and subtle in their beauty, as close and plain as a small family of jaspers. The phoenix flower has a different wildness and heat. It cannot be touched by brave people, nor can it be obtained by those who are willing. Love clearly, hate clearly, never be sloppy, and feel happy even thinking about it. The fragrant little cloth bag was hung on Mei's slender white neck, swaying gently in the night wind, like a pocket-sized cradle filled with nursery rhymes. As long as you get better, I will give up business and start farming, and plant a patch of phoenix flowers for you, so that you will be accompanied by the flower fairy every day, and you will never be lonely again. They are free souls and should grow without restraint. Roots take root when they hit the ground, sprouts sprout when there is water, and the end of the world is also home. How good that feeling is. Why did Baba buy their freedom with a piece of soil? The blind old man sat next to the old locust tree with a crooked neck that had been replaced with new clothes, with his everlasting weird posture. His turbid eyes stared blankly into the unknown distance, like a statue of a thinker made of clay. Suddenly, a rough and vigorous ditty sounded over the village. It was so eclectic, yet so soul-stirring. Why is there only wind and no moon tonight? Because you have been tied to the rope of fate. No, I am not surrendering to fate, I just cannot mess up the equation of life without scruples. Feeling out of your depth? It was just exhausting. This is life, you have to endure it as long as you are alive. Since I can't give you a full moon, I will give you a good night's sleep. The dream is a sea of ​​flowers. If you don't get a lot of fruits, having dreams is also comfort. Mei Tianran smiled peacefully and fell asleep peacefully with the cool wind in the forest and the affectionate gaze of a pair of dark eyes. Feng used his arms to build a solid wall, blocking Mei from the invasion and coldness of the night dew. A long and narrow peach leaf slowly fell on Mei's pure white clothes. Its green color was like a little red in the snow. It had a dreamy and soul-stirring taste, sighing that the flower of life had withered before it bloomed. There was no place to say. Feng breathed softly at the leaf, letting go of the coolness it left behind and letting go of his long-simmering tears. Opposite each other so close, both sides are speechless. In the early morning, the chirping of birds woke up Mei's dizzy ears and her slow-beating heart. Hi, good morning! Feng blinked his two bright eyes and said. Mei stretched out her hand and carefully touched Feng's stubble-covered chin, and said with a sweet smile, "Good morning, little old man!" Have you not slept all night? Am I peeking at the beauty of spring, or calculating the course of my life? No, I am listening to the sound of flowers blooming. The sound of flowers blooming? Mei raised her head in confusion, and her eyes struggled to pass through Feng's shoulders and landed on the peach trees. In just one night, Liuzhuang turned into a world of flowers. There are thousands of peach trees in thousands of shapes, but the flowers of different colors are all the same, so beautiful that it is dazzling and overwhelming. Groups of colorful butterflies and swarms of bees were constantly coming and going among the flowers, flying back and forth like meteors, collecting the sudden nectar. The sun rose much earlier than usual. He was refreshed and majestic standing on the mountain top filled with morning dew, waiting for the worship of all things. There is no half-open and half-closed shyness, no budding reserve, some are just the most complete and absolute blooming, and some are just the most unrestrained and passionate invitations. This is a mockery of the Creator. Feng said. It is also a satire on fate itself. You see, this flower blooms so fiercely, so fiercely, so carelessly, and so willingly, I am afraid that like me, it has reached the end of its life. Feng hugged Mei's increasingly lighter body tightly, tightly, until tears fell. One drop, two drops, in a string, in a row... The flowers have bloomed, the people have left, and the banquet has ended. The love is not over, the relationship is broken, but I still come and go, and I feel free and easy. It's just that I have lived in this world in vain, and I just suffered from those worries that I can't stop. The air is filled with the strong fragrance of peach blossoms. As soon as the wind passed, the petals left the branches without any nostalgia and fell to the ground resolutely, without feeling any regret at all. Wonderful sights attract birds, insects and ants. But no one calmed down to appreciate this rare scenery, only uneasiness and fear were written all over the faces, old or young. Only the children are still happy and playing in the peach forest. The blind father touched the pathfinder stick that had been with him for many years, touched the old locust tree that had become smooth, and led the old dog that had lost all its teeth and walked quietly towards home. From that moment on, his hunched figure was no longer seen at the entrance to the village. He died on the night after Mei was buried. He died in that dark cabin and amid the heated discussions. And the relieved smile on his face looked calm and peaceful. I heard the sound of flowers blooming, dazzling with brightness. I thought love and you would come in the next moment, but I only waited for the clearness of the river and the coldness of the place. Shuang'er, was this ending destined from the beginning? Even if I take off the moon from the sky, I can't keep you. Nothing is destined, it just depends on whether you are willing to admit defeat. Although I didn't accomplish what I wanted to do, I don't regret it or admit defeat. Because I have been here, walked through, loved and hated, and the most important thing is that I have lived and cherished it, and that is enough. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, as if it wants to uproot the whole world. The peach blossoms also kept falling, and they fell, weaving into an airtight net in the sky of Liuzhuang, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, making people feel suffocated and unable to breathe. Mei held Feng's hand and slowly stood up straight in the wind, slowly raising her head to the sky. The wide sleeves lifted up in the wind, adding a bit of lightness to her figure, like a fairy about to ascend. Her long hair was like silk, gently entangled with the flying red flowers, so she had the spirituality and aura of flowers again. Feng looked at Mei's intoxicated expression and felt empty in his heart. Falling flowers are still flying, and Mei's body slowly tilts towards the front. I'm tired, she said. Then close your eyes and have a good sleep, I will always be with you. Mei nodded reassuringly, I have never doubted what you said. Since you believe in me so much, then you promise me one thing. As long as I can do it, I will definitely promise you. In the next life, I want you to be my bride, my only bride. In fact, I have always been your only bride. I'm talking about the next life. Don't you want to be my woman in the next life? Mei chuckled, a little breathy. Has no one ever told you that you are a very greedy person? But that doesn't matter, I've always been a very generous woman. I promise you. Feng laughed, with tears in his laughter, and blood in his tears. When she was dying, Mei said, if everyone has a flower of life in their life, I hope that the flower of life in my next life will be an elegant and beautiful peach blossom, growing toward the sun, not unattainable, not self-admiring, and simple and unpretentious. Although ordinary, it is real and visible. When Mei suddenly said goodbye, Feng said something that no one could understand. The beautiful feathers are beautiful for other people's eyes, and the nihilistic plot is just a wedding dress for others. The flowers continued to float, but the sun suddenly disappeared, and raindrops the size of hailstones followed and fell for half a month. The flowers bloom and fade, leaving no one behind. Just like that peerless woman, no matter how reluctant she is, no matter how much regret she has, she will eventually disappear with the seasons. Plum blossoms should not bloom in peach blossom bushes. This is what an old scholar in the village said, and it sounds a little bit reasonable, but I always feel it doesn't make sense. Half a month of rainy days is followed by half a month of hot weather. The scorching sun was in full swing, causing the ground to have traces of the intense heat. After that, Liuzhuang became the real Liuzhuang, with only long and soft willows, but without the peaches that Liuzhuang people were proud of. The peaches completely dried up during that weird month, and became the best firewood for cooking vegetables and soups in every household. Not long after, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, there was another blind man who watched the sky and people returning home every day. His face is very white, his nose is very straight, his clothes are very clean, and he has no worries about food and clothing for several lifetimes. He is a rich blind man. No one dares to yell at him, no one dares to boss him around. He is a blind man with a background. The new blind man sat where the blind father sat before, looking quietly at an unknown corner with the same lackluster eyes, with the same expectations and sustenance. The difference is that the pathfinder stick in the blind dad's hand was replaced by a small sachet, which added a bit of elegance to this gloomy scenery for no reason. Without the sound of the blind old man's piano, Liuzhuang seemed to suddenly become quiet, which was often so quiet that people felt panicked. A year later, a tree that looked like both a peach and a plum grew on Mei's grave. Its thin branches were like the thin waist of a plum, but it never bloomed as brightly colored flowers as the plum. Some people say that Liuzhuang would be really lonely without Xiaoqu and peach trees. And the phoenix flowers in the mountains still bloom every year, every year... …