The ignorant girl who strayed into the realm of the gods also inadvertently broke into the heart of the monster. The untouchable hands and the unreal eyes made her stop crying quickly, and the air seemed to be entangled in the fetters of her previous life. He walked out like this, walking out of the mottled tree shadows and fish tails that had remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years. what! You must not touch me, he shouted like a child. The body maintained by the mountain god's magic is extremely fragile. This is the spell between them, and it is also a footnote for the future.
Silver, don't touch me no matter what happens. Tears soaked in thick bitterness seeped into the soil, smashing holes in the monster's heart, and the mask covered all expressions. In any case, the mountains are lonely and the sun and the moon are long. One bite of the watermelon will eat half the summer. A scarf may be the warmest gift he has ever received in his life, to accompany him through the long and cold waiting.
The time is too long, the encounter is too short. Life in the city has shade but no tranquility, and memories are always affordable but not put down. Only the movement of the wind over the forest and the thin wings of the cicada reminded her that the years in the mountains were not a dream. Before she appeared, the boy under the fox mask watched the fallen leaves year after year in the mountains, and the clouds gathered and scattered. He wanted to ask, what is eternity for the immortal spirit, but the gods are hidden in the overlapping mountains, rivers, sun and moon without saying a word. The slow-moving life seems to be as long as the growth rings of a tree, and only the laughter of a young girl sheds light and shadow like an emerald.
This is a simple story, but it hit me hard with the force of thunder, and there is still the faint sound of the wind in my ears. The hibiscus flower opened and fell in my heart, but the moment when the butterfly stopped on the mask. At the mountain festival, he said forget me. After the mask was taken off, the hope in his eyes disappeared. How could I forget, the distance between those eyes entangled, has already spread the warmth. A light kiss fell on the mask, and before it was too late to hide in the bottom of my heart, the lotus flowers in the pond gradually withered.
In the end, for a human child, he watched the fingertips gradually disillusion, he smiled, I can finally hug you. Before I could watch her drifting away from the platform again, the lines on her palms swirled and shrunk into a small dot, and her emotions finally turned into a sparkle in the corner of her eyes. A once-in-a-lifetime hug is the best ending, better than a relationship that wears off in trivial matters in the future. Looking at the robes of Tibetan blue slowly falling to the ground, no amount of words will turn into a little fluorescent light in the mountains.
It's dawn, and the summer is coming to an end.
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