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Today, walking on the street, I saw yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, and autumn came. Half-curved crescent moon hung in the blue sky, and the bright rays of sunlight in the distance were shining with new light, which was obscure and affectionate. A lake of Autumn Water reflects your beautiful image and the blue silk all over your head. When will the blue silk comb for whom, for whom, and for whom, the blue silk becomes white hair. Once a woman was crying by the lake, tears fell down on the bottom of the lake and shocked the fish at the bottom of the lake. That was a woman who looked like an ancient woman with blue silk falling down her waist and shoulders, and slender and slim body like a willow branch, he wore a blue dress and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes on his feet, just like a woman walking down from the painting. The boy came over, saw her and handed her a silk handkerchief. Therefore, they met each other by the lake in late autumn, the boy told the girl that the first time he saw her, he had a feeling like a heart, especially her tears, as if drops fell into his heart. Every midnight when stars shine, the girl will snuggle up in the boy’s arms and count the stars happily. The girl tells the boy that every star in the sky is like your bright eyes, let me not be lonely at night. The girl never told the boy why she cried that day, and the boy never asked. The boy is a man who is crazy about art. He has been suffering from the fact that no one appreciates his paintings. This man who is crazy about art exudes a drum of melancholy temperament. Boys always like to draw pictures for girls in the woods, especially when the yellow leaves are fluttering in late autumn, the light autumn meaning, the yellow leaves sway on the girl’s shoulders, quiet and far away, and several wild geese flying south are floating in the blue sky, the girl looked at the scenery in front of her in such a comfortable manner. Her pale face and big eyes were filled with infinite vividness. Her long eyelashes seemed to tell a melancholy story. The breeze rose, the girl’s long hair floated gently and danced with the fallen leaves. A spirited and moving woman and a graceful picture scroll of late autumn, the boy was so drunk that he believed that the girl belonged to him, just like his paintings, he will always be with his soul. The girl’s face became more and more pale. The boy had a girl’s figure in every painting. The boy told the girl that he could marry her after he sold his paintings, he wanted the girl to become his wife in a white wedding dress. The girl said she didn’t want anything. As long as she could be with him, he would be satisfied even for one day, in this way, when the girl’s family was dissatisfied, the boy and the girl were together. The boy went out to sell his paintings every day, while the girl washed clothes and cooked for the boy at home, every day when the boy entered the house, he was filled with hot food in front of him. Wife, the boy refrained from calling out, and he swore that he would make the girl his wife justifiable, we must give the girl a decent marriage. Every evening, the girl would play that old tune the concubine gave birth to the Emperor, the concubine lived for the emperor, and the concubine died for the Emperor no matter the distance or the life or death, the concubine would follow the emperor all the way to be a, there is no edge in lianlizhi Mountain, Winter Thunder bursts, summer rain and snow, but I dare to be with you. One day, there is a fashionable and bright woman in the girl’s house. He told the girl, her father was willing to pay a high price to buy all the picture scroll, on the condition that the girl had to leave him. For the future, please give up. The girl just looked up at the distant sky without saying a word. The boy’s paintings were finally sold out. The boy ran into the house at the first time and wanted to tell the girl the news, so he could finally marry him. However, when he entered the house, there was no girl. Beside the table, there was the silk scarf he gave her for the first time. The boy looked for the girl crazily, but there was no trace of the girl at all. Two years later, the boy got married. The bride was the daughter of the boss who sold the boy’s paintings. On the wedding night, the boy looked at his wife and saw the girl’s appearance. Five years later, the boy became a successful businessman in the near future. He heard someone playing and singing the same song as the girl in those years. Concubine died in surprise and turned around, seeing a five-year-old girl playing and singing, she looked like the girl in those years. The girl told him that her mother had died of cancer three years ago, the child didn’t know until today why the girl cried and her increasingly pale face finally left their daughter when she was dying. She passed away with a smile, the boy took the girl home and told his family his story with the girl. However, from then on, the boy fell ill. He stared at the girl’s portrait on the wall every day. The girl’s long hair like blue silk and smart eyes seemed to tell something like a boy, and the white clothes on her body floated up, like countless white ghosts flying in the yellow leaves, her lips gently opened, as if to tell the man that I miss you very much, the man told the man that the girl was revived, the girl is talking to him from the picture. The boy said, I want to start our new life with girls in another world. The next day, people found the boy’s body in the lake water.

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