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"Love is the Star in the Sky"
The twilight drum bells ring the silent evening, and the sunset is close to the sky, rendering the dusk before sunset with the sound of pounding clothes.
The girl smiled, still waving the stick, still putting soap pods in her clothes. She enjoys the scenery and loves this life so much that she always comes out at night to wash her clothes by the river.
The wooden stick strikes the rhythm of the clothes, like percussion, giving people a sense of happiness; but the crisp flute sound floating in the mountains like the chapter of the moon not only saves the monotonous rhythm, but also stirs the girl's rambling soul.
No, where's the flute sound? The girl suddenly stood up and looked into the distance, but the mountains and forests were densely forested and out of reach.
But the flute sound is melodious, like a line of poetry written in the girl's heart. She must find the flute, she must find the person who plays the flute.
Darkness soon enveloped the forest, and the girl climbed up the sheep's gut and steep mountain path. I just felt that the flute was overhead, getting closer and closer.
"Hello son, this flute is really beautiful, I heard it all down the mountain." The girl climbed up the hill and saw a white-robed man sitting here.
The prince slowly put down the flute, and the flute that indulged in the mountains and rivers returned to the flute in an instant like a cocoon.
The boy looked back at the girl and smiled politely: "The girl is so late, she won't be home yet." ”
The girl lifted the leg of her pants and sat on a stone not far away, and when she looked up at the sky, she saw the sky full of stars.
"Wow, the stars you see here are so beautiful!" The girl looked at the boy jokingly, "No wonder you are still playing the flute here so late." ”
The boy was attracted by the girl's innocence, and he explained: "I am not only here to see the stars, I have come to play the flute for the stars." ”
The girl had a look of surprise on her face, she had never heard of stars listening to the flute. Gongzi closed his expression and put on a serious posture, as if he wanted to show the show to the girl.
As soon as the flute sounded, everything was silent, and the soft silk ribbon carried the mountain forest breeze and sent the flute to the mountain forest, the water stream and the budding dew. If you close your eyes slightly, you can feel everything around you dancing.
Gongzi motioned for the girl who was immersed in the sound of the flute to look up at the sky, and the girl looked up, only to see a huge star hanging above Gongzi's head, flashing bright light.
The girl said happily, "Look, it looks like it's dancing!" ”
The prince put down the flute, and the mourning and smile in his heart flowed out at the same time, and he said, "That's my wife, and she loves to hear me play the flute the most." I used to be able to blow it in her ear, but now I can only play solo with her at the head of this majestic mountain, in the midst of all the silence. ”
The reason why the girl went out to wash her clothes every night was because of the attraction of the flute, and she stayed with the unknown boy on the mountain more than once until the moon was tilted to the west. However, she did not have the courage to look for the flute, nor did she have the courage to tell the person who played the flute that the love in her heart was embedded in her heart.
Today, she still came up the mountain, not so much with the sound of the flute, but with the love that rose in her heart. He saw gongzi, and everything was as he thought, personable and talented, but everything was in vain.
Gongzi also has a crush.
She said slightly presumptuously, "Gongzi, do you know how many nights I have listened to this flute at the edge of this mountain and water stream?" ”
Gongzi said frankly: "I know, and I know the girl's intentions." Whenever my flute sounded together, the sound of pounding clothes under the mountain came, and whenever my flute sounded, the sound of pounding clothes also fell. Whether it is the wind and snow, or the night and morning return, you are silently accompanying me in the distance. Admiration or liking, I want to say that my love is the moon in the water, the stars in the sky. ”
The girl looked lost, like the wild rose in front of the door that had not been watered for three days, and she said, "But she is gone, and life still has to go on, isn't it?" You can't spend all day with thoughts, and you can't... I can't care less about my heart. The girl lowered her head again.
Gongzi smiled slightly, looked up at the twinkling star, and said, "Do you know what love is?" pay? requite? Or willingly. At first I didn't know until I was with her: we ran in the beautiful mountains, we hugged each other in the noisy street market, no matter what we were doing, when we clung together, the kind of pleasure and satisfaction, as if the exiled moths found a towering tree that could last a lifetime; warmth and belonging filled the shell of my nothingness, and her words and deeds, every touch and touch of her became a burning fire in my heart. At that moment, let me know that we are in love, that our souls are together, and that we cannot be separated. ”
The girl put her hands on her cheeks, looked at the star above her son's head, and sighed: "It's really good, it's a pity, why should such a beautiful love God let them go their separate ways?" ”
"Man, born with finiteness, loves, is born brilliant and colorful; some people blame the injustice of heaven, and some people blame the shallowness of love." It's all just excuses, real people can't take away by disease, and true love is inseparable from heaven. ”
Gongzi looked at the girl with a sad look, and there was still a hint of intolerance in his heart, and he said, "Otherwise, I will play another song for you." Count as an acquaintance. ”
This time, the flute was not as cheerful and melodious as before, it was compassionate and mournful, like a soldier stumbling after a great defeat and not knowing where to go. Is this love? Love is warmth and belonging, love is nothing else in the soul, and love may also be complete.
The girl looked back at the boy for the last time, and went down the mountain with tears in her eyes. She respects the love of her son, and she respects her own love even more. His love is the sky and the moon is also the moon in the water.
The girl returned to the stream, picked up the clothes stick again, and there was a knock, no one knew whether she was washing clothes or watching the waves in the water, the looming moon.
The next night, the girl came to the water's edge to wash her clothes as usual, but she waited for a long time, and did not wait for the first whistle of the night.
The girl felt strange, so she went up the hill again, thinking that if she could not hear the flute, it would be better to look at it from a distance.
But the mountain was empty, and the prince did not play the flute here as usual. He disappeared.
Tonight's moon is very round, shining all over the silver light. The girl still saw the flute on the stone. This is the flute of the gongzi, the girl can confirm, but she does not know where the gongzi has gone.
Suddenly looking up, the girl saw the bright twinkling star above her head, no, two! They went up and down, left and right, intertwined with each other, as if running in the beautiful mountains, like hugging each other in a noisy street market, they seemed to be a pair of old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
The moon sets on the western mountains, everything is silent, the sound of clothes is silent, but there is a flute sound that has never been heard before in the mountains and forests...
Goodnight message
Everything in the world is working peacefully, and everyone lives for their own sake. Living well is the most important thing, good night. Sweet dreams!
Text: Far Eyes
Editorial Typography: Far Eyes
Music "Thousand Baidu"; picture Baidu
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