It was Saturday, a rare weekend. Coincidentally, Lan Lin was also at home and needed to rest. Hence, she woke up very early in the morning and helped Lan Lin set up her karaoke. Lan Lin sang it over and over again, and I listened to it over and over again. Then, I gave my personal opinions and made changes again and again. Only when I was satisfied did Lan Lin finish recording a song. When I came out, I saw that there were only two SS's. I asked Lan Lin,"Should the two SSs sing it again before releasing it?"”Lan Lin said,"Why do you have to sing it again?" I didn't sing it for everyone to hear, nor did I sing it for fame. It was just for a hobby. My main audience is you. Why should I sing it again when you think it's good? If you think it's good, then it's good. It doesn't matter how others feel, understand?”"Got it. Lan Lin, don't think about my feelings when you sing karaoke in the future because we're already together now. The most important thing was whether they could get high marks.”I answered Lan Lin. Lan Lin's face immediately became serious. She said with a solemn expression,"Doggy, that's not right. What was love management and life management? That was to start from scratch and pay attention from scratch. He could not slack off at all. I'm not a singer, so I don't have to consider the box office value. I don't have any box office value either, so the main person I'm considering is you. Because my most genuine audience, and the audience I rely on the most, is you. You alone, understand? Only the real could last long. The fake could not withstand the sunlight and would be exposed in broad daylight immediately. Sigh! I say, do you think I'm old? I'm warning you, I'm not old yet!”When I heard Lan Lin's words, I said in puzzlement,"What are you talking about? I don't think you're old. Don't talk nonsense. I mean, if the points are high, wouldn't the leveling speed be faster?”Lan Lin smiled faintly when she heard this and said,"Look at how nervous you are. There's no need to be nervous. I was just teasing you! He knew that the dog would never abandon him. However, what I want to say is that leveling up and scoring points can only satisfy one's vanity, you know? It doesn't have any practical meaning in real life. As long as my song can move you, it's fine. How was it? How do you feel after listening to my songs these past few days? What essay did you write this time?" I quickly said,"Apologize, I said something wrong." Last night, I wrote an article called " Rainy Bamboo Green, Symbiosis of Love ". Let me show you!
It was the first time they had arrived in Jiangnan in the hot summer. For the first time, I met the misty rain, and for the first time, I enjoyed the hills and bamboo forests. It gave people a feeling of satisfaction, a kind of dripping satisfaction, an intoxicating satisfaction. No matter how long you stay here, you will always have a feeling that you haven't had enough. If you feel uncomfortable in the rain, turn around and leave. If you later heard others describe the bamboo forest scenery in the rain, you would regret losing the opportunity to admire the bamboo forest in the rain for the rest of your life.
The rain in Jiangnan was different from the rain in the north. Before the rain in the north came, you would probably feel it. Especially during the summer rain, it would be hot and humid for a day, or even two or three days. Then, dark clouds gathered, followed by strong winds, and finally, rain. If it was accompanied by lightning and thunder, followed by strong winds and rain, it would usually pass in a short while. If there was no such phenomenon, which was what the people in the north often said, the rain would last for a long time. One or two days passed. There were even times when the weather didn't clear up immediately after the rain, but instead stayed gloomy for a day or two.
However, the rain in Jiangnan was not like this. It was probably because the climate in Jiangnan was relatively humid. The weather might still be sunny when you go out. But in the blink of an eye, the rain came. Moreover, it was often raining here, but the sky over there was still clear and bright. As the ancients said,'the sun rises in the east and the rain falls in the west.' The rain in Jiangnan was sometimes very graceful and full of affection. This also fulfilled the saying,'Dao is emotionless but sentient.' The rain in Jiangnan was still heavy, and the heavy rain was so poetic. It made you feel like you were touching the misty rain of Jiangnan, the deep dark green of Jiangnan, blending into poetry and painting. He wrote about the charm of Jiangnan, the feelings of Jiangnan, and the feelings of Jiangnan.
That day, intentionally or unintentionally, I stepped out of the house and came to a hilly area. Suddenly, he saw a boundless bamboo forest in front of him. It rose and fell for miles. Looking around, there was green everywhere. The lower part was the green of grass, a kind of fluffy green, a kind of low undulating green. It was a kind of green that rolled into the distance along the path in the fields and along the slope of the embankment. The head was green with bamboo, and the middle was sparse and bright green with bamboo branches. A kind of green flowed from his eyes into the distance like waves, pouring into the distance. The waves surged forward, rippling. However, looking into the distance, the levels of green were not very clear. Instead, they fused together and became a patch of green. He didn't know whether the green of the grass on the ground rose as it extended, or the green of the bamboo above his head decreased as it extended. In any case, all the green had joined together. Therefore, apart from the occasional white clouds, there was a winding green curve connected to the sky, which was the green of the world. The blue sky, the white clouds, and the deep dark green blended into one. You couldn't tell where the sky and the dark green's curves connected, nor could you tell where Chu Tian and the dark green's curves would separate. Looking far into the distance, the white clouds were as pure as white, and the blue sky was as refreshing as blue. The thick green was so deep, so peaceful, so harmonious, so steady and heavy. It made people forget to leave, and they were no longer willing to move their footsteps and go elsewhere.
Standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, he immediately felt a refreshing and comfortable feeling that was rare in summer. The air here was fresh with the smell of bamboo, and it was a kind of green intoxicating comfort. At this time, you should choose a suitable place to sit down and look into the depths of the bamboo forest along the ground. You will find that the bamboo forest is dense. It was so dense that there was not a trace of sunlight on the ground in some places, and the ground under the bamboo forest was covered in darkness. It gave you the feeling that the black color of the forest was not covered by the leaves of the bamboo forest, but like there was a piece of cloth above the bamboo forest, and a piece of black cloth was covering it. Therefore, the green color was no longer dark green, but a darker green. It was as if the green color of a painting was heavily colored by a thick layer of ink. In any case, ink was the main body of this green color, not green. In addition to the humidity of the ground, the rising water vapor seemed to have smeared a layer of haziness on the bamboo forest. It made everything seem a little mysterious. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, and as the bamboo forest shook, the broken shadows of the light on the ground also swayed back and forth, changing into various shapes. They moved to different locations. It brought a kind of flowing vitality to the quiet green ground. It made the quiet ground and the space of the bamboo forest seem playful and lively.
At some point, the clouds in the sky had thickened, and the clear sky above was gone. As a result, the green ink in the bamboo forest became even deeper. The wind was also a little faster than before. The dots of light that were bouncing back and forth on the ground had also disappeared. The bamboo's head swayed to one side and then lowered, and then swayed to the other side and lowered. It felt different from the tree. The swaying of the tree head was smaller than that of the bamboo. Moreover, the swaying of the bamboo's head always made you feel that it was very difficult to swing, but when it was raised, it was very stubborn. The wind stopped, but the rain came. At first, it was a light drizzle. The arrival of the rain filled the bamboo forest with a rustling sound. This kind of sound definitely wouldn't make people feel irritated. Instead, it made you feel a rare sense of tranquility, a voice without pressure. The more he listened, the more comfortable and cheerful he felt. It was a state of mind that was quite out of tune with the weather and atmosphere. The arrival of the drizzle made the bamboo forest seem even more hazy and mysterious. The fine raindrops fell onto the top of the bamboo leaves, then onto the lower bamboo leaves, and then onto the ground. It gave people the illusion that the thick dark green color was rolling again, and then rolling from high to low. When it rolled to the lowest point, it gently dropped down. He had thrown away the poetry, the tenderness, and the thick friendship.
The raindrops fell rapidly, and the wind also came to join in the fun. The quiet sound of the bamboo forest also changed, turning into a rustling sound. The dark green color of the bamboo forest also became darker and thicker. The stillness of the bamboo forest had also become uncoordinated. It had become a gentle and crazy mixture of swaying and dancing. However, whether it was swinging or dancing, it was full of rhythm and rhythm. She lowered her head and allowed the rain to fall, fall, and roll. It fell on the ground, spreading the poetic feeling and the painting. Then, he raised his head stubbornly and rhythmically, sending the raindrops on the bamboo leaves into the sky, either extremely fast, extremely slow, extremely low, or extremely high. What was spread was the lofty sentiments of the sky, and what was spread was the ambition of the sky. When it landed on the bamboo leaves, it created a layer of green ripples, a layer of deep dark green ripples.
Following the rhythm of the wind, the dark green waves also rose and fell. It was as if the wind blew across a calm lake, making you feel relaxed and relaxed. The next moment, it was like a violent wind raising a stormy wave on the sea. It pressed down on you from all directions, making you feel suppressed and suffocated. After a while, he rushed into the distance with a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas. Its aura was magnificent and majestic, giving off a feeling that the world was turning upside down. The situation changed rapidly, and this change was in accordance with the change of the wind. Not only was the situation changing, but the sound was also changing. It changed from Hua Hua, to Hu Hu, and then to Wu Wu. One moment, it was like a lively song, and the next moment, it was like a passionate speech. The next moment, it was like an angry denouncement. The water droplets at the top of the bamboo forest seemed to be gently sprinkled for a moment, sprinkling the poetic atmosphere of the sky. The next moment, it seemed to be freely sprinkling, sprinkling the lofty sentiments of the sky. The next moment, it was as if he was doing whatever he wanted. He was excited, depressed, furious, wild, and resentful. Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the waves that filled the sky shone with dazzling light. No matter how much water was spilled, it was still a dazzling crystal. What was thrown onto the ground was no longer a faint poetic feeling, but wild and disorderly cursive calligraphy, heavy splash-ink landscape paintings.
The softness of the misty rain in Jiangnan was enshrouded in the warmth of the bamboo forest. This kind of gentleness, this kind of warmth, combined with the elegance of Tang poetry and the charm of Song Ci, portrayed the cultural customs of Jiangnan. The rhythm of the Jiangnan wind shook the heart of the Jiangnan bamboo forest. This kind of shocking heart was telling you the unique style and rhythm of the bamboo forest. The waves were slightly swaying, telling you the gentleness of the bamboo forest. The surging waves were telling you that there was injustice in Bamboo's heart. The rolling waves were telling you that there was a time when the long-suppressed anger of Bamboo needed to be vented. Bamboo, who was modest and had bones and joints, would also make a strong resistance when necessary. As long as you could quietly and calmly appreciate it, there would naturally be a different cycle of mental rebirth.
The sky cleared up after the rain. After a moment, everything returned to its original calm. The water flowing under the bamboo forest overflowed the green grass and spread happily in all directions. Sunlight once again appeared above their heads. It was a fresh, dark green color, sparkling with dew, and was swaying slightly. Above the bamboo forest, the rising water vapor bloomed into colorful rainbows. It turned the deep dark green into a fresh dark green that was full of charm. Let the pure dark green symbolize a kind of harmony, a kind of fresh tranquility. Occasionally, a few birds would fly over the bamboo forest and make a few crisp chirps. It brought some joy and celebration to the quiet atmosphere of the bamboo forest.
The dark green of the bamboo forest after the rain was a refreshing dark green, a kind of dark green with dazzling light, a kind of fresh dark green that would jump around with the wind and flow. It was a dark green that was full of novelty, poetry, and tenderness.
I wish to pick the style of Tang poetry, lingering in the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan, I wish to pick the rhyme of Song Ci, lingering in the bamboo forest of Jiangnan. Holding the misty rain of Jiangnan in her hands, she wrote a tender feeling of Jiangnan's landscape. He dipped his brush into the thick ink and wrote a scene of Jiangnan. It made the water charm of Jiangnan appear on the paper and enter his eyes. The local customs of Jiangnan were soaked in blood and slowly fermented, producing a distant, sweet and soft affection that had a long history and a state of mind that could take care of people. Rain foam bamboo green, love symbiosis.
Lan Lin finished reading the article and asked with a smile,"Author Doggie, is my song really helpful for your writing? Why do I feel like you're always coaxing me?”When I heard this, I immediately put on an aggrieved expression and said,"Lan Lin! You're wrong. You don't know that people who write often don't have inspiration every day or every moment. If you have the inspiration, you want to write. If you want to write, what if you don't have the inspiration? Then he had to find one. Where could he find one? Of course, if he wasn't looking for it in a book, he would be looking for it in a song. What kind of book should he look for it from? Of course, you can find it from your favorite books that have a philosophy of life or books that can make you happy. What kind of songs should he look for? Of course, it was from the songs that you liked and suited your taste. Moreover, it would be best if it was a song that could move you.”Lan Lin asked back,"Wouldn't they sing better if you found a singer?"”I smiled and said," Lan Lin, you don't understand. A singer sings for the majority of people, but you sing for me. Therefore, a singer's song can't resonate with emotions. But your song is different. I can participate in the editing. I always have to modify your song based on my personal feelings, so I can resonate with your feelings. This is the difference between you and a singer.”Lan Lin smiled when she heard this. My point of view is correct, and you have also indirectly proved that my point of view is correct. I only sing for you, and you only compose for me. I read your articles and they were all written for me. Of course, there are also other people who have a good impression of your articles because there are many people in the world who have similar emotional experiences. Just like my songs, if you listen to them well, don't you still listen to them well? That was why so many people liked it. However, there is only one person who truly understands my singing, which is to say, the person who truly understands my emotional perspective. That person is you.”
After breakfast, Lan Lin and I went out to the streets and prepared to take a walk. After arriving at the bustling area, they saw a middle-aged woman leading a 12-year-old girl. They looked like mother and daughter. Looking at his tattered clothes, he looked very pitiful. When he saw us walking over, he stretched out his hand and said,"Please take pity on us. My daughter is sick and wanted to go to the hospital to see a doctor. In the end, the money was stolen. Moreover, we are from the mountainous area. Our family is not very rich to begin with. We don't even have the money to go back and get money. Tell me, even if we go back, we can't come here for nothing, right? He had to get his illness treated before going back! "So, just give me ten yuan, five yuan for the registration, and five yuan for the fare home. That's enough.”When Lan Lin heard this, she said,"I only have ten yuan in my pocket. I'll give it all to you!"”When I heard this, I quickly said," I still have ten yuan here. I'll give it to you too. It's not enough to just see the doctor. How can I just have the travel expenses? You two should eat something too!”I also stuffed ten yuan into the middle-aged woman's hand. The middle-aged woman took the money and knelt down before Lan Lin and the two of us. He said,"Thank you, you two are really Guan Yin Bodhisattva!"”Lan Lin was kind at heart. She quickly reached out to help the middle-aged woman up. At the same time, she said,"There's no need to be like this. Ten yuan can't solve any problems. It can only help you with a small favor. We can't afford such a big gift.”The passers-by soon surrounded us. Just as we helped the mother and son up and were about to turn around and leave, we heard someone say,"You've been fooled. These two are liars. They used this excuse to cheat money. The mother and son had been in this area for many days. Every time he found someone he could trick, he would use this set of words and actions. It was exactly the same. It had never changed. If you don't believe me, you might run into these two again.”Lan Lin smiled casually and said,"No way. Is there anyone who would joke about their child being sick?"”The person who spoke just now smiled again and said,"You'll know when you see it later. Moreover, that child might not be her child. It's very likely that she borrowed it.”Lan Lin and I didn't believe it, but Lan Lin was a polite person after all. Therefore, before he left, he politely said to the person who had just spoken,"Thank you. No matter what, it's a reminder to me. If we really run into those two later, you'll give us a vivid lesson, won't you? Thank you." The man waved his hand and said," You're welcome. Just be careful in the future. There are many people like this. I can tell at a glance that you two don't often change streets."”With that, the man left.
Lan Lin and I continued to walk around the street. Lan Lin said,"Let's go buy a new bicycle for Meizi and fix the child's seat. Plum goes to pick up the baby every day. We can't treat her badly. Meizi's car was a little old and unsafe. It was not worth it to repair it. She might as well buy a new one!”I didn't even think about it and said,"Okay, let's go to the place where the bicycles are sold."”He had just walked to the place where he bought the bicycle and had not entered yet! Then, we saw the mother and daughter who asked for help again. As expected, they were playing the same role here, and their lines didn't change. When we walked up to the two of them, I asked with a smile,"What's wrong? Haven't you raised enough money for the registration fee? Why don't I give you another ten yuan?"
After buying the bicycle and returning home, Lan Lin said,"I find it strange. What are people thinking these days? They rack their brains to gain the trust of others, rack their brains to gain the sympathy of others, and do everything they can to get something that doesn't belong to them. However, a fake was a fake, and it couldn't see the light of day. Once it saw the light of day, it would be easily exposed by others. At first, I didn't believe him when he tried to persuade me. It wasn't until I saw it with my own eyes that I believed him. It turned out that it was really as he said. Seriously, she might not even be able to tell if this child was hers. Why wasn't anyone taking care of such a thing? All day long, they would say that they did not have enough staff and funds. How many people do you think they would need to do such a thing? How much funding would he need? People nowadays were like this. As long as they didn't want to get involved in serious matters, they could always come up with ten thousand excuses. As long as you wanted to do it, you could always find ten thousand reasons to do it. He dared to cheat in broad daylight without any shyness or hidden methods. When he lied, it was as if it was natural.”"Lan Lin!" You haven't seen it yet. This scam has become a professional group. Look at this report. In a village specialized in scamming, there is a detailed division of labor for everyone. It's really evil. What were the grassroots organizations in this village doing? Could it be that the higher-ups in the village didn't know about this at all? I don't believe it!" "Now, this kind of thing is spreading in all aspects. Yesterday, I heard from Mei Zi that one of her co-workers is in her twenties. He looks quite handsome. In the end, she was taken in by a middle-aged man. The uncle was almost possessed. He ignored the strong opposition of his family members and abandoned his wife and son to pursue the young lady. The young lady did not agree and even quit her job. He even shamelessly chased her to her house. In the end, he was beaten up by her family and sent back.”I nodded." She's a colleague from our bureau. She's a woman." He went into the sea a few years ago, but he might not be successful in business. In the end, she heard that she divorced last year and did not want her child. She said that she had become a mistress for a rich boss. What was even more tragic was that a few days ago, he was caught by the wife and son of his first wife and was chased all over the street. The reason was that if there really was love, it was fine to make some sacrifices, but the problem was that there was no feelings between the two of them at all. Her first wife's son was even a year older than her. He had been beaten up, so he should have restrained himself a little. In the end, everything was the same as before, and he did not restrain himself at all. Later, people advised her that if she really had feelings for that man, she should go to a place where no one knew and ask him to buy a house for her. He wouldn't be unable to fork out this little money. What's worse than the two of you living a stable life for two days? But according to people, this colleague of mine said that the boss might not agree with this approach. People said,"Then what's the point of being with him?" He doesn't have any real feelings for you. He's just toying with you. Guess what my colleague said?" "How do I put it?" Lan Lin asked with a puzzled expression.”I continued to answer,"They said that I couldn't follow him for so many years for nothing. I couldn't let him go easily." In the past, she could easily throw away her first husband and her child. Now, a man who had no feelings and no foundation would not give up easily. Tell me, did she not want to give up her feelings, or did she not want to give up on something else? Was it worth it? His youth, his family, and everything he had were all used as stakes. What was he betting on? What would happen if he won the bet? What would happen if he lost the bet? Let's assume that there's no possibility of losing the bet. It was nothing more than a house, a car, and endless money. However, his youth was gone, and his family was gone. How much fun would it be to enjoy it alone? It's nothing more than a drunken dream." When Lan Lin heard this, she said,"Fake people don't have feelings. They just take what they need and use each other." Therefore, a fake could never last long. Just like that swindler. He lied to me once, can he lie to me a second time? If she's real, she might thank us for our twenty yuan. When there was a chance, they might get closer and become friends. However, because she was faking it at the beginning and we found out that she was faking it, we only felt disgusted by her. Once we expose her, we won't help her anymore. It was the same between a man and a woman. It was precisely because there was no truth in their starting point that there was no foundation of feelings. There would always be a crack between the two of them, a crack that could never be repaired. The final outcome could only be to abandon him. If a person was obsessed with this path, they were destined to never have a stable life, no beautiful memories, no exciting future. No matter how he thought about it, the path of life presented in front of him was a sign of sorrow.”
The parasol tree and moonlight were always filled with helplessness. However, due to the existence of true feelings, there was always a strong sense of relief lingering in his heart. It was precisely because it really existed that Wu Tong had more expectations for the moon. It was precisely because of this anticipation that Wu Tong and the moon were able to abandon too much helplessness in their hearts. They silently watched each other, and with each other's loyalty, they looked forward to each other's expectations.
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