The original name was "Only Fengzhu Cao". It was published under the name Yu Yuyu. Due to various reasons, it was locked by itself. I will post it again under this account. Well-meaning people don't need to mention the article under this account. There are repairs, but not many.
(The chapter names in this article are a modern poem~)
"Where did the ancients drift, only the wind and bamboo were making noise."
——("Leaving Inscriptions on Ganquan Temple in Xiazhou and Jiang Shi's Former Residence" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)
□Title quote:
A girl's mind is the most childish and simple, the most affectionate but the most ignorant, the most tempting but the least emotional, so just act like a girl.
Wherever you go, no one disturbs you.
□Content cited:
"The forest is full of green bamboos, the wind blows through the treetops, and the leaves move into a stream." This is Bamboo Creek.
"All flowers have a core, and there is love hidden in the core. Flowers fall with a sound, and the sound is love." This is the sound of the core.
The moso bamboo blooms very rarely and is cherished. It blooms just before it dies. The flowers fall and the bamboo withers, telling the story of the entire Bamboo River Festival. The flowers are in full bloom. The sound of the flower core falling is the mourning of the entire bamboo forest.
The author writes with a bamboo pen and flower inkstone.
The story of these two girls begins with the bamboo buds growing and ends with the bamboo flowers fading.
Thousands of thorny cedars stand in the stream, and a stream of moso bamboo is deep. (From "Interview with Wang Canjun and His Son" by Li Shengyin of the Ming Dynasty) - This is the origin of Maozhu Creek.
Where are the people who are laughing? I am blowing incense and the joy is over. (From "The Desolate Prisoner Mo Mei" by Shen Queying of the Qing Dynasty) - Added to it is Mo Mei, and the incense is blown with sound. It's Shi Xinsheng's romance.
□Total:
The main subject is 1V1, the title and content are introduced, and the ending is clear.
Please read the text slowly, quietly, carefully, and calmly, and don't crush the girl's thoughts, which are as light and delicate as a pansy.
The author has not written for a long time, so please forgive me for my handwriting. I hope that typos, wrong sentences, and unusual plots will be corrected.
Also:
The two of them are not necessarily in the present world. The perspective or cuts are a bit subversive.
With intangible cultural heritage (Xishu porcelain body bamboo weaving)
It has a fantasy color (the protagonist is not necessarily a mortal, please see the tag, and the two of them are not necessarily living in their own lives, do you understand? [Dog Head])
Intention: I come from the ordinary market place, but I always want to see through the world of mortals. I spent several lifetimes with just a few words.
