That year, she and he went straight north. In August, it was as dry as cracking, and there was no wind at all. The sun shines on the body, as if it had got into the body and gnawed at the uneasy bones. The sound on the bus was sparse and everyone was sleepy. The smell of sweat mixed with the musty smell of snacks is disgusting.
She and he leaned back tightly, frowning, eyes closed and silent. She recalled their quarrel before they left. After seven years of acquaintance, he never gave her a promise and a stable home. She fell in love with the travel and sensory stimulation in a strange world, and the scars and helplessness in the years vanished like smoke and dreams in an instant.
The bus went along the winding mountain road, and the trees on both sides were lush and quickly retreated. Occasionally, squirrels can be seen crossing an arc, like a rainbow, jumping from tree to tree and disappearing among leaves. The wild flowers and weeds on the roadside swayed in the wind blowing at the speed of the car and soon drooped their heads in the hot sun.
The sight gradually widened, and the car drove into the paddock and grassland, leaving a bright future for another village. The vast world, a piece of Ma Pingchuan, is full of green. She was in high spirits, forgot the fatigue of the journey, and her eyes could go to heaven. All the efforts became worthwhile. The sun shone on her happy face, and she put her hands on the window and stared greedily at this unprecedented experience.
And he relaxed his muscles and bones, and the narrow seat had been wronged for four hours, and he was sour all over. He stared at her beside him, her face as clear as a child, sometimes as stubborn as a wild animal, and sometimes as clever and silent as a cat. He looks a little lonely. He has been with her for seven years. In a city with high housing prices, he felt guilty that he still couldn't give her a place to live.
She got out of the car, let out a scream, spread her feet and ran up the hill in one breath. She seemed to feel that she had walked into a painting, and the oil painting painted by God was spilled all over the floor. In this painting, there are blue sky, white clouds and grasslands, as well as horses grazing. Fresh and natural, not artificial.
Nature's masterpiece is unique, so vast, so quiet and green, so harmonious. Wine doesn't make people drunk, so she opens her hands and closes her eyes, letting the breeze caress her face and blow away her hair. She wore a sleeveless pink lace, which appropriately embellished this touch of green.
At that time, flowers were in full bloom in Ge Sang, dotted with white, purple, pink and red petals and yellow stamens. Facing the blue sky and the sun, butterflies danced around it and bees sang around it. She couldn't help humming Zhuo Ma. You have the name of a flower, the beautiful girl Zhuomala.
It seems that the worldly confusion has already gone to the East, like invisible dust in the vast world, which is not worth mentioning. All the flowers are gone, only one place is broken and seeps into the mud. If your heart is broad, why are you afraid of the wind and rain?
The white clouds in the blue sky are so white and pure, like marshmallows, rockeries and animals, so close to people that they can be touched with one hand. They complement each other with grasslands and connect heaven and earth.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that sheep were scattered on the grass not far away, bleating in twos and threes, some were eating grass, some were drinking water, some were whispering, some were playing, they were carefree, regardless of the invasion of strangers, and they still went their own way selflessly.
These sheep are like angels falling from the sky, which makes her extremely happy. She stroked its silky hair, warm and soothing. The sheep rubbed her hand as if they hadn't seen each other for years. After a while, she envied the sheep, strolled leisurely, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and tasted the charm of nature.
The shepherd came slowly on a tan horse, and a young boy came down. Long-term exposure to the sun and rain made his delicate skin show a plateau-like dark red. The shepherd shyly showed his white teeth, saying that his family was poor and he dropped out of school to feed his family. He doesn't feel bitter. These sheep have loved him for a long time. Watching them grow up slowly, he felt practical and happy.
Sitting next to the shepherd, he and her heart cheered up. Yes, happiness is actually very simple, simple tea, simple rice. Respect and admire your own existence, and the worldly material will eventually reach a kind of emptiness and fragmentation. Love is pure, feelings are clean, and there are no accessories.
I don't know when he picked a bunch of wild flowers and handed it to her. He smiled and said, marry me, and I will accompany you to your old age. Home is where you are. Her eyes were red and her heart was relieved. All she wants is confirmation that the seed of love has taken root.
She took his hand and walked from mountain to mountain until she was exhausted. They gasped and giggled at each other's deformed faces. He grabbed her by the shoulder, sat on the grass and looked into the distance. The setting sun shone obliquely on them, like a layer of gold. ......
I am Ran Yan, galloping in the world of mortals, looking for an ancient road outside the world.