Oh, you see, dusk is coming, the sunset glow burns like fire, half the sky is red, and the sun is about to set. The air in the vicinity is somehow exceptionally clear, like glass, and the distance is filled with softness. It seems very warm. The fog is red, the sunset is red, and the dew falls to the trees in the forest that were not long ago covered with pale golden sunshine, and the clumps of trees cast long shadows on the haystacks.
The sun sets, and a star burns in the inferno of sunset. Look, the inferno is getting white, the sky is getting blue, the shadows are fading, and the twilight is gradually spreading in the darkness. It’s time to go home. You went back to your cottage in the village for the night. You took up your gun and walked back quickly despite fatigue. At this time, the night is getting thicker and the dog is faint and white in the dark. Look, the sky is vaguely lit up in the clumps of black shrubs. What is this a fire? No, this is the moon coming up. Look to the right. The lights in the village are already
Why don’t you order a set of racing wagons to shoot grouse in the forest? It’s very pleasant to walk on a narrow road and look at rye as high as a wall on both sides. The ear of wheat gently hits your face, and the cornflower hangs on your leg from time to time. Quails are calling horses around and running lazily in small steps. When the forest is cool and quiet, tall and straight poplars are whispering high above your head, and the long drooping branches of birch trees are swaying gently. A strong oak tree is like a guard beside the beautiful linden tree. Your carriage is mottled with green grass and shadows. Walking along the path, the old yellow fly stopped motionless in the golden yellow gas and suddenly flew away. The bugs flew in groups, shining in the shadows and shining in the sun. The black birds sang quietly. The sound was naive and rambling, which meant that the lily of the valley was very harmonious. Going further into the depths of the forest, I suddenly felt restless and everything around me was sleepy and quiet. But look, a gust of wind blew from the treetops, and it sounded like falling waves. Some places crossed the brown leaves and grew tall grass, and each mushroom wore its own hat and a Mountain hare.
It is this forest that is so beautiful when the woodcock flies in late autumn. The woodcock doesn’t stay in the depths of the forest to find the woodcock. It must walk close to the edge of the forest. There is no wind, no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement and no sound. The soft air is filled with the smell of autumn like wine. The yellow fields in the distance are covered with mist, and you can see the tranquility and whiteness through the bare brown branches. The last few golden leaves and feet are still hanging in some places. The wet land is elastic, high and dry, and the weeds are motionless. Long spider silk is in the pale grass.
Breathing quietly in your chest, you feel a strange sense of melancholy in your heart. You are walking along the edge of the forest and watching the dog. At this moment, many lovely images and faces are dead and alive. The impression that you have already fallen asleep suddenly wakes up. Imagination spreads its wings and flies like a bird. Everything is clearly in front of you and when you are active, your heart suddenly shakes and jumps. When you are bent on moving forward, you will sink into the past, and your life will be like a picture scroll. A person will see through everything in his past, see through his own feelings and lead his own heart. Nothing will interfere with him regardless of the sun or the wind.
In the cold morning, it’s a little cold and sunny in the daytime, and in the autumn, birch trees are as golden as mythical trees, showing off their graceful posture in the light blue sky. At this time, the low sun is no longer warm, but it is brighter than the summer sun. A small piece of poplar forest is bright, and it seems that it is relaxing and pleasant to lose all the leaves. In the depression, it is still white frost and light wind blowing slowly, driving the wrinkled leaves. At this time, the river is rapidly churning with green waves and rhythmically impacting the leisurely ducks and geese. The water mill is covered by willows in the distance, and a
Summer fog days are also very good, although hunting is not like this. When hunting in Japan, birds fly from your feet and disappear in a blink of an eye in the white and motionless fog. However, it is so quiet around you that everything wakes up in silence. You walk by the tree and the tree does not move. You are leisurely and proud. Through the mist evenly spread in the middle, you see a long and dark area in front of you. It is a distant forest, and when you gradually approach the forest, it becomes a high row of wild Artemisia on your head. There is fog everywhere, but look, the wind gently blows a small piece of light blue sky, which seems to be smoking through it. The fog vaguely reveals the golden sunshine. When it breaks in, it pours like long water to illuminate the fields and enter the Woods, but for a while everything is covered. This kind of struggle will last for a long time, but when the light finally wins and the last fog has warmed up, it will roll and roll like a tablecloth, and it will gradually disappear. It will gradually become magnificent and sunny in high school.
You’re far away from the manor field to the grass than you are. You rode in a carriage on a dirt road in the country for more than ten miles, and finally you got to the avenue. You rode in a carriage, and several carriages passed by the inn door, and the wells were open, and the eaves sizzled, and the tea was cooked in another village. You walked across a field of green hemp for a long time. Magpies flew from one willow to another, and women walked slowly in the field with long grass rakes in their hands. People wore shabby homespun jackets and carried their bags. A heavy sedan-chair carriage with six tall and tired horses came running head-on, exposing the corner of the car mat from the window, and a servant in a coat boarded at the back of the car, sitting sideways in a pocket, holding the rope and splashing mud all the way to his eyebrows.
You come to a small county town with crooked wooden houses, but you can’t see the fence at the head and tail. There are no stone shops, houses, deep ditches and ancient bridges. Go on and on, and you will come to the grass. Take you on the slope and look at the beautiful scenery. Round and low hills have been ploughed and sown all the way to the top, like huge waves churning, shrubs are clustered and gullies are winding in the hills, and small branches are connected like oval islands and villages. There are four places in the white chapel, surrounded by willows, and there is a shining river. Building a dam, a group of great bustards are standing next to each other in the far field. An ancient landlord’s house and shed garden threshing floor are close to a small pond, but your carriage has to move forward. The hills are getting smaller and smaller, and almost no trees can be seen. Finally, look, it’s not marginal, and you can’t see the big grass
In winter, you can’t help but squint at the dazzling and fine light of the cold, biting, soft snow, and you can’t help admiring the red forest. On that day, it was blue, and by this time of early spring, everything around you was shining. The snow and ice melted through the melting snow, and you could smell the warm land. Where the snow melted, the lark sang leisurely and roared from this ravine to another ravine.
But it’s time to end. Well, I said that in spring, it’s easy to leave in spring. Even happy people in spring want to go far away. Goodbye, I hope you will always care.
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Your majesty told me to be arrogant.
The state has ended.
brief introduction
The report made me arrogant. The introduction is over. She cajoled a handsome man into the bridal chamber, touched a limited number of hands and pointed at the two little people inside. This is my own painting. You should learn it by heart quickly.
chapters and sections
Chapter 1 New arrivals
damn
Xiaoxiao finally understood what nonsense was.
If I had known it would hurt so much, she wouldn’t have promised to come back to the underworld.
It was the master who made a slip of the pen in the book of life and death, crossed her soul wrongly, and finally even coaxed her into reincarnation, but she didn’t even have a clear identity background.
Lord, she woke up and a cold woman rang in her ear.
I didn’t wait for Xiaoxiao to open her eyes and suddenly got a slap in the face.
Snapped a dozen Xiao Xiao didn’t slow down for a long time to see what happened. She was suddenly kicked in the stomach and then her back was severely trampled.
Lin Moying, this is where you seduce Wang Yechang.
Xiaoxiaoshun breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and stared at stepping on his woman.
A rose-colored dark flower Yunmian Palace is equipped with a waist girdled with a gold belt with flowers and patterns. The beautiful eyes look at her with a faint jealousy.
Xiaoxiao was stunned and blinked. In ancient and ancient times, she was so excited that her tone was out of tune.
Su Yan picked Xiu Mei and despised raising her red lips. She wanted to play dumb and escape from Lin Moying. Is that why you lured the sovereign?
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
Why did you send it to me in ancient times when you didn’t send it for so long? Depending on these people around you, they were surprised, their eyes were dawn, and they jumped up with anger. Their feet kept stamping on the ground and cursing the terrifying. After more than a thousand years, did you send me here to make wooden aunts? I want to complain about you. I want to sue you.
Su Yan Zheng nu way Lin Mo surplus what tricks are you playing now and then look at both sides and why are you still standing here
It’s two guards coming over and one setting up dawn.
Xiaoxiao was in a hurry and struggled desperately to feed me to warn you. I’m not from here, and I’m not that Lin Mo surplus. Before she finished her words, a servant girl came over and rolled up her sleeves and slapped her cheek.
Damn it, I’m not Xiaoxiao, who was beaten by a maid and was beaten to death. I can’t hate the terrifying in my heart. If he hadn’t been wrong, she would have been angry with this bird when she came to this strange place.
Su Yan sat in a chair and smiled coldly and climbed her cheeks.
Just then, I saw a little maid rush in. Mrs. Yan is not good. Mrs. Wang Ye Li is here.
What Su Yan got up and screwed up her eyebrows? Didn’t the sovereign go to the side? Why did she come back so soon? She quickly stopped drinking.
Before she could figure out an excuse, the door was kicked.
First, two plain clothes guards rushed in and stood on both sides. Xiaoxiao labored to raise his head and looked at the man and a woman who came in. The pupils dilated instantaneously. I couldn’t believe I was staring at them.
It was a beautiful and exciting handsome man dressed in white, elegant and tall, but slightly thin. He had no illusion of weakness, elegance, arrogance, coquetry and unreality.
A pair of heady eyes inadvertently swept across Xiaoxiao’s eyes, and when they met, they were quite charming. When they smiled, they inadvertently overflowed their lips and raised an intriguing arc. Chapter 1 The protagonist of the event.
Xiaoxiao is horrified.
She can swear that this man is definitely not easy to provoke.
Beside him is a very quiet woman, elegant and graceful, whose face is like a drop of crystal clear morning dew, and her eyes are as beautiful as a clear lake.
Su Yan’s charming smile makes him happy. See Wang Ye’s innocent look, and he wants to curse.
Duan Yishen raised his hand lazily. What’s going on? The deep magnetic voice is very resistant to listening to something.
Hehe, report, I don’t know Su Yan took the opportunity to squeeze away from him. After the official glass, he closed his eyes and gave up his position to her without trace.
You walked through the dense cluster of hazel trees with creeping weeds to the bottom of the ditch, but there was a spring water on the cliff. The oak tree greedily extended its palm branches to the surface of the water. The eldest brother’s silver blisters kept trembling from the bottom of the water to the bottom, covered with tiny soft moss. You drank enough water when you got down, but you were too lazy to move any more. You breathed fragrant moisture in the shade. However, the bush opposite you was hot in the sun and seemed to turn yellow. But what is this wind that suddenly blew around and the air trembled? Isn’t it thunder? You came from the ravine. What’s the lead on the horizon? Is the summer heat getting stronger or are the dark clouds coming? Look at a faint flash. It’s a thunderstorm coming. It’s still bright sunshine or hunting around, but the dark clouds are coming. The edge in front of the dark clouds gradually stretches like a sleeve and presses down like a dome. Everything around the grass and bushes gets dark as soon as it gets dark. Run quickly. It’s like a hay shed. Run quickly. You ran in. How heavy the rain is. How bright the flash is. The rain is shining through the grass. Sweet hay dripped from the roof of the shed, but look, the sun is coming again, the thunderstorm has passed, and you have come. Oh, my God, how bright and humid it is around, how fresh and humid it is, and how strong the smell of strawberries and mushrooms is.
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