Romance Novel: Song of Autumn (3)

At night, the wet shade poured into the hair follicles of the body, Li Yuxiu could not help but sneeze, and Zhang Hongfa dragged a shirt to reveal the inner lining that was transparent at night, attached to Li Yuxiu.

"Brother, I'm a little cold too!" Huang Xiaojiao muttered, her hands already rubbing against each other's arms.

Huang Mao coldly came out with a sentence: "Sister, it is not cold, we are psychologically warm, not to mention that your children are all a fire!"

"You've only got a fire, huh?" Huang Xiaojiao retorted wordlessly, but Huang Mao's shirt had already fallen on her sister.

Li Yuxiu and Zhang Hongfa did not speak, and looked forward with a look of each other.

The mischievous Huang Mao finally could not press the loneliness and emptiness in the night and began his ghost story.

"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who went to the mountain to cut firewood and passed through a bamboo forest, but how he walked was in the same place, and it was rumored that the ghost hit the wall, so ..." He cleared his voice and pressed down in a low voice, so he looked around with a posture and looked at the three people around him, and the flashlight in his hand involuntarily fell on his chin, revealing his vicious face and white teeth. Bored! Zhang Hongfa said sarcastically. Suddenly, "Don't cry, don't cry..."Along with the night chirp of the owl, repeating the argument of "no crying" repeatedly, the four people suddenly held their breath and quieted down, and could only hear the sound of rapid footsteps and kicking, and at this time there was a fine sound in the sorghum field next to the road, and I could faintly hear the sound of something hitting each other into the eardrum, and at this moment a shadow like a human head rose and fell from the sorghum field, and after a while it sank down again, and gradually got closer and closer to them. The four people involuntarily next to each other, holding hands in an attempt to be able to bypass the land, the throat was tight and did not dare to make a sound, the continuous snooping attempt of the lamp in their hands could scare the "ghost" away through the bright light, perhaps let the "ghost" immediately appear, at this time the sound of fragmentation jumped out violently, and the four people ripped open their voices and shouted: "Ah ~! "Yes! Calming the "ghost", he tore open his throat and shouted, "Who? Who's there? The four people looked at each other and leaned forward and laughed loudly, making sure that it was a person who had "poofed" in that hanging heart. The "ghost" on the other side said inexplicably, "What are you guys doing so late?" Zhang Hongfa said politely, "Big Lady, why are you still here so late?" The eldest lady smiled bitterly, and her hand kept stroking her chest and said, "You guys can scare me, recently the wild boar came to plank my ground at night, so I'm hanging some bottles and making some scarecrows, hoping to scare away the wild boar", "Big lady, if I were that wild boar, I would be scared to pee!" Your big night scared us enough, and I was scared into a cold sweat on my hands. Huang Mao solemnly held out his hand. Everyone was amused by him! Li Yuxiu hurriedly said, "Big Lady, let's help you, right?" "No, I'm done, I'm ready to go back!" The eldest lady said and sprang out of the sorghum field, and the diameter came to the side of the four people. Zhang Hongfa then said, "Big Lady, how did you come alone?" Where do you live? "I live in the village in front of me, turn right, the old man is cold today and is not feeling well at home, the children are not at home!" The eldest lady paused, patted the dust on her body, and then said, "Why are you guys still outside so late?" ”。 Huang Mao said mischievously, "We are escorting the princess back to the capital!" That, this is The Princess Highness", the finger pointed to Li Yuxiu, Zhang Hongfa and Huang Xiaojiao echoed in unison: "Yes! Escort the princess back to Beijing", everyone laughed again.

After sending off the eldest bride, the four of them went hand in hand to continue the road, and at this time, Zhang Hongfa recited the deeply buried "Song of Autumn" and said: "

When the leaves gradually fade, the autumn forest shows their beauty, which is a kind of freedom without any embellishment and the arrogance of not caring about the prosperity of the world.

The most moving thing is that the autumn forest reflects the sunset. The redness was intoxicating, setting off the deepening twilight of the sky. The evening breeze carries a clear coolness, and with the twilight, it is a very gorgeous and poignant beauty, making you want to shed a few lines of tears of nostalgia, but you are intimidated by the gradually fading drunken red, and you are willing to condense the unrestrained emotions.

There was once a painter who painted a painting of "Autumn Courtyard" in a frost-stained maple forest. The tall maple tree quietly hides the silence of a garden, and the heavy door behind the tree is hidden deeply, and the silence of the endless view is inexhaustible, as if I have lived in it and tasted the silence of autumn. And I still want to quietly walk into the painting and inquire about the deeply hidden heavy door to see how much dust I have in it and how many footprints of life are sealed.

The most intriguing thing is the idle clouds of autumn sky. So indifferent, leisurely, quietly away from the dust, no longer indifferent to the sorrows and joys of the world.

The autumn wind is not a little embellished and is the purest wind. So refreshingly and gently skimming the garden, there is no need to take care of Xiao Xiao's fallen leaves - the season is the season, the metabolism is the metabolism, life and death is life and death, and the sorrow is the sorrow. No need to participate, no need to stay.

The autumn water is as clear as the wind. "Point Autumn River, Egret Sand Gull", it paints this clarity. Autumn is so spotlessly clean.

"Idle clouds and wild cranes" is the title of autumn, only the clear sky of autumn, that touch of white clouds, worthy of a "leisure" word. The beauty of the wild crane, like autumn water, as far away as the autumn mountain, can not catch the mold of such a fluttering, worthy of a "Yi" word. "Idle" and "easy" are the true colors of autumn.

There are also some people who have this autumn beauty, and they must also be such people to have such beauty. Such beauty comes from within, he has everything, but he doesn't want to have anything. It is a kind of thoroughness and freedom formed by extremely deep cognition and perception.

Autumn is the season of ripening, the season of harvest, the season of fulfillment, and the season of the water. It has experienced the exuberance of spring and the flourishing of summer; it is no longer proud to be praised and pampered. It isolates all praise and pampering from the mighty autumn light, and only wishes to be a idle, far-away, unattainable autumn. ”

This night, the craze of memories, people toss and turn to recall.