Flower demon

I am a flower demon, an unknown hillside cultivation, I am very happy; the reason for happiness is very simple for me; hillside, dance, has been...

I don't know when I suddenly felt worried, no prelude, no omen. I sat quietly in the gazebo and watched the stars in the sky seem to sound a voice.

"Flowers, are you willing to be gods?"

The voice said deeply, there is a kind of majesty in the tone.

"I will leave here?" I am puzzled.

"Flower, you can be a god soon after you practice for a thousand years."

"Why do I want to be God, who are you, what must I feed God?" I said to this voice.

"Oh, I am the Lord of Buddha." Buddha wants to escape from the Buddha. I don't know why I don't want to leave. I really don't understand why I am leaving. I seem to have a deep attachment to it. . . . . . . The days have passed quietly in the flowering and falling, and it has been many years in the blink of an eye. I don’t know how long, because I have no idea about the meaning of time, but for so many years I know that there is something in this world. Hehe~ I have a kind feeling for them, and I am going to drift into the distance. I don’t know where they are going; what to do, but I will watch it quietly like hiding in the distance. they

One night after many years, the sky was drifting and raining. I danced happily in the rain. At this time, a figure ran into the pavilion quickly. Oh, I actually saw him long ago. He looked at me with rain on his body. At that moment, his eyes didn't leave me. I don't know why my heart hurts and hurts when I see him. The eyes are shining and sliding down my cheeks.

"Is it tears?" I asked myself in my heart.

This is the first tear I left for the millennium. This tear falls down the rain and disappears into the sea of ​​flowers. I don’t dare to watch him raining down, quietly, in a pavilion, one Outside the pavilion, one looks at the eye, one is beautiful, the picture is fixed at this moment, for a long time...

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I looked up. He didn't know when the scholar had stood in front of me. At that moment, my heart beats fast. I never felt this way, sweet, awkward pain.

"I am a demon, a flower demon in the flowers." I lowered my head.

"Whether you make a demon in this life, I will always be with you."

I can't refuse, I have a feeling, I seem to be waiting for him, we love each other, just in the rainy night, in the pavilion, I snuggle in the arms of the scholar, this is the first time I feel warm, deeply I am intoxicated, close my eyes, I really want this moment to be eternal...

After that day, there was a grass on the hillside to make a house. For the scholars who smashed the gray gowns, the woman who danced, the aroma of the flowers seemed to blend into the picture of poetry. The scholars read hard and he often said to me. Child, wait for me to take the fame, and take you out of here." In fact, he did not know that as long as he had him, he was a paradise there. In the leisure time, we will go to the far market together. I never know that there are so many fun things. Whenever I am happy, the scholar will laugh. He smiles so brightly, so charming, "Emei It’s open, so I laughed, your eyes are red, my darkness, so you are happy, I am happy.” This is what the scholar told me. I like to hear him say these things to me. I am happy in those days. Like a child, the scholar is still silent and speechless. He said to me that every sentence I think is more important than my practice of the millennium. I will keep it in my heart...

I like the way a scholar works when he is working hard. He is focused and charming. He sometimes sees me. He always smiles at me and then starts to study. The scholar told me that he would look at me when he was tired. Very spirit, I like night, I like to catch fireflies with the scholars, all over the mountains are our happy figure, we put the fireflies in the bag, the scholars read through the fluorescent light, then I like to sit next to the scholars to help him drive away Mosquitoes, cockroaches, and scholarly readings, like the sounds of the sky are so beautiful, I don’t know how many dreams I have with this night.

What is the reason for this life.

The gazebo night read the soul.

Jun wants to speak, the language is still awkward.

Fear of dreaming people...

It’s another rainy night, the rain is like a broken bead, it’s a dream... I think of that rainy night.

"Flowers, dance for me," the murmur said.

In fact, I can see that his eyes are full of confusion, holding flowers and folding umbrellas. The scholars took my hand and walked into the gazebo. The position where he stood still was still so expressive, and time seemed to return to the past.

In a pavilion, outside a pavilion, one looks at the eye, a beautiful one...

When the scholar left, that night, in fact, he did not know, unconsciously, I can not do without him, I can not get rid of his existence, even if the cultivation of the millennium mind, then ten years. Ten years of pastness seems to be a dream, and I seem to have returned to that time...

"He said that he wants to take the fame. He said that he would take me out of here. He said that he wants to live happily with me. He said, he said..." Many years later, I only remember what he said to me. I waited bitterly for a long time...just he didn’t come back

I don't want to wait, I am tortured every day in the future. I am blindly pursuing his figure in the direction of the scholar's departure. I left the hillside, left the pavilion, and left the only place where I can survive. ~ I am going to find my scholar, I am looking for my dependence.

I walked a long way, my heart was in the heat of the sun, I want to drink a sip of water, but I am afraid, I am afraid that the scholar will not see me and I am sad, I really have no strength, I am a Zhu Huaer is on the side of the official road where the scholars leave. In the days that follow, the lonely and unconstrained people who grow up with a gorgeous flower will stop, because the flowers are beautiful, and the flowers are like this. Lonely, silent, has been waiting forever...

After leaving the flowering hillside, I used my practice to support my life. I can clearly feel that my life is passing by a little bit.

But I dare not go because I am afraid...

Finally, one day the flowers withered, and people never saw the long way in the official road. "Why are the flowers so persistent?" I heard the voice of the Lord Buddha at the moment when my consciousness disappeared.

"I am waiting for my dependence, I have no reason to live without relying on me." I can't say

"You don't feel stupid, but your dependence has never come back," said Buddha.

"So I have to wait for him, maybe he will be back the next moment"...Flowers

"Do you still have the next moment?"

"..."

Perhaps the Buddha Lord is right, there will be no more moments. The Buddha tells me that I have spent my love. After a thousand years, I can become a god, but I decided not to spend flowers. I want to break into the reincarnation. Going to my scholar, the Buddha said that the scholars had cultivated good fruits in the past, and promised him the ninth champion. I don’t know, this time, the scholars have been reincarnation in the third world. The Buddha said that I am destined to have no results with the scholars. I don't know, I only want to see him in the reincarnation of the millennium...

"School, please remember me"...

Recipe, Shining

Who wrote you so enchantingly thousands of years ago?

You laugh, in the wind

Light red and light powder swaying in the wind

Is your pure mouth

a shadow that is revealed

You are lonely, standing in the wind

This world doesn't understand your enchanting

You are under the initial flower tree

Waiting, waiting, waiting for the years gone by

Just for a shadow you don't know

That heart is filled with shadows that understand you.

You are lonely in the wind

You are waiting in the wind

And the dreamy smile that you left in the wind

Are you leaving?

I saw you cry for the first time.

Flying all over the sky, flying all over the sky

You said the initial love in life

After all, it’s no match for time.

Under the flower tree

After the millennium, who is it, for you, a enchanting and broken poem

Third grade: early summer sunshine