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The king is a female radish, and the concubine is a dodder.The light strips are not self-quoting, they are slanted by the spring breeze.Baizhang entrusts Yuansong, forming a lingering family.Who says meeting is easy?Each in Qingshanya.The sweet fragrance of female radish, the heart-breaking dodder!The branches are tangled, and the leaves are fluttering. A leaf fell on my Tang poem, interrupting the ancient meaning of the Li Bai poem I was looking at.Picking up the leaves, I raised my head and stared blankly at the pine tree in front of me and the dodder flowers wrapped around the pine tree.

It's summer, and the dodder is in full bloom. A bunch of pink and white flowers are swaying in the breeze. The delicate and fragile vines are pitifully entwined on the pine tree. Compared with the thick pine tree, the green-brown vine gives people a strange feeling. I was stunned by the feeling of being touched. A twig bounced in my face, waking me up, and Nakazane stood before me smiling. Are you finished with your drawing?I asked. Well, a very successful painting.he said with a smile. Is it?I looked at the easel standing: what did you draw? He took off the drawing board and handed it to me.The picture is a small forest, on a rock in the forest, sits a girl holding her chin, with an open book on her lap, but her eyes are staring at a small white flower in front of her.

The topic is Meditation, okay?Zhongyan asked. You drew me into it.I said. He removed the drawing board, squatted down, and grabbed my hands. what's on your mind?he asked in a low voice. Cuscuta flower. Still thinking about that?He stared at me: It's been more than half a year, and it's time for you to recover from that horrible memory. I'm not thinking about that. are you hating herHe said, I understand that the she he mentioned refers to Mrs. Luo, no, it is EASECOX.She has used her death to atone for her sins, and everything can be forgiven when a person dies.is not it?Forget about those things!

She chose this pine tree wrapped with dodder flowers to hang herself!I said with emotion: She also compares herself with the dodder flower!Yeah?I remember one day, she once talked about dodder with me, she said, if you are born with dodder, how can you not be a dodder?This is her sorrow.I sigh.Or, she is not too much at fault, she is just a dodder! You figured it out, Zhongyan kissed me: Forgiveness is a virtue, you are so cute! She must have wanted to hang herself a long time ago, I said: the burden of the heart for many years can overwhelm a healthy person, let alone she was already sick!The fact that people were hanged in this grove must have inspired her. I have seen figures and heard sighs, so it must be her, right?

I think so. A dodder flower!I sigh again: I was watching Li Bai's ancient poem just now, and suddenly I had a strange idea.In the past, we always compared the dodder flower to Mrs. Luo, and the pine tree to Professor Luo. Now, I think the pine tree should be my mother, and Professor Luo is the female dill plant!Baizhang entrusts Yuansong, lingering into a family!They used my mother to form a family, and my mother was a silent victim who gave them a chance to survive! A good analogy, Zhongyan said: Professor Luo, do you still call him Professor Luo? I can't change my mouth!I said.

Try it, Yimei, he loves you very much, and besides, he is so lonely. Ai Ai is here!I said. Really, Ai Ai is walking towards us slowly, holding an envelope in her hand, with a smile on her face, she is the one who has changed the most in the Luo family in the past six months, she is the first one from Mrs. Luo (Yazhu) She recovered from the death of her mother, and quickly straightened her back to face real life!Yes, she is no longer a dodder, but a strong grass!Seeing her resolutely struggling to stand up and withstand all kinds of storms, I admire her!Today, half a year later, she is my real friend and sister. Our personalities are still different, but we both work hard to adapt to each other.

Hi!Zhongyan!She shouted, "Brother has a letter for you!"Take it apart and see! Nakazen opened the letter, looked at it, and smiled.I said: What, how is he?Zhongyan!What do you write in the letter? Let me read a few passages to you, Zhongyan said, reading slowly: Tell Yimei that I finally sailed away and learned to be independent.Everything abroad is good, but there is no human touch at home, and there is no weird little girl bickering, so I feel bored.Everywhere is crowded.I can't even find a place for sneak skating. I really miss the concrete floor and the vast flower garden at home!I don’t know when I will be able to go back, probably when I go back, Yimei is already teaching her little Yimei or Xiao Zhongjian how to skate, don’t break bones like his mother

Last week, I fried eggs by myself, and fried my fingers together. I thought human flesh must not be as delicious as fried eggs, so I only ate fried eggs and didn’t eat fingers. I made several girlfriends, one was more beautiful than the other, one had red hair, two Yellow hair, four black hair.Conclusion: Black hair looks the best, even if it is Chinese.Recently, the closest girlfriend is an American, and we talked very speculatively. I often took her to my apartment to play. One day there was a heavy thunderstorm, and she spent the night with me. It was very beautiful.She was four years and three months old.How about Ai Ai?If she doesn't make a boyfriend again, I have to bring her a husband when I come back, dad, okay?I hope he has regained the spirit of roaring, but unfortunately I am not here, so that he has less targets for roaring.Greetings to Jiajia, and the little animals of Yimei!

Aiai and I listened and laughed too.Nakazen folded the letter and said with a smile: Reading the letter is like seeing the person, still the same old way! However, it is independent.I said. Who is independent? A voice asked, and I raised my head. Professor Luo was standing in front of us. His beard and hair were even more disheveled, and his eyes were dull. In half a year, he seemed to have aged ten years.With his hands behind his back, he looks desolate and lonely. It's Haohao's letter, do you want to read it?Zhongyan asked. No, he shook his head, blinking his eyes again, unable to suppress an instinctive concern: How is he?Did you get into trouble?

He is fine and he greets you. Yeah?Professor Luo rolled his eyes. He said, I hope you will recover your roaring spirit soon. Well, Professor Luo's beard and hair were tugging, he lowered his head, then raised it up quickly, his eyes were slightly moist, looking at me, he said: Yimei, I checked your score. oh!I scream, heart pounding: bad, isn't it?I know there will be no hope this year! Three hundred and sixty-eight points, roughly distributed to the fourth or fifth volunteers, the first volunteer is always hopeless!Professor Luo said slowly, it could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress his joy.

oh!I cheered, jumped up, threw myself over, and hugged Professor Luo. My face touched his beard, and I moved a little farther away. I said: When will you put these annoying beards shaved off?Um?Papa Luo Luo! As soon as the word "Dad" was called out, I was relieved and relaxed all over.No, Professor Luo, Dad stared at me, his beard and hair fluttered, his eyes were really wet, and he murmured, he didn't know what to say in his throat.For a long, long time, we all stood there, everyone's heart was full of something, eyes were filled with tears, and no one could speak. Finally, I said softly: I get it, Dad. What?he asks. You, mother, and dodder.I said: You are a female dill, your mother is a pine tree, and she is a dodder.Mom is the greatest, and you are not at fault.I read softly: the light strips are not self-introducing, they are slanted by the spring breeze.Baizhang entrusts Yuansong, forming a lingering family. Professor Luo smiled sadly, stroked my hair with his big hand, and said: You are a kind girl, Yimei. I also smiled with tears in my eyes.In the distance, Jiajia's singing came with the wind: Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, go at dawn, come like a spring dream for a while, go like clouds without a place to look for! oh!Come like a spring dream for a short time, go like a cloud without a place to look for!What does this refer to?a love?a life?Like the story of father (Professor Luo), mother, and Yazhu, is it also a spring dream, a piece of morning clouds? Anyway, the story is over.Although there are new stories happening every day in the world, those stories will eventually pass away like a spring dream without a trace, like a morning cloud! (End of the book) In the summer of 1964 in Taipei