Fifty-one, Ending: Life Like a Floating Trail

The autumn of the ninth year of the new year. A famous mountain and beautiful water in the southwest of the territory.

This year, Yu Qingcun and Shen Fang took the road to the west, trekking through mountains and rivers. The scenery along the way is beautiful.

Nowadays, the autumn is in the air, and the vegetation is shaken down. But it is the harvest season. Abundance and satisfaction.

It's sunny this day, and there are no clouds in the blue sky. The blue sky and red leaves are particularly warm.

Shen Fang was dressed in light clothes, free and easy, and was opening the way from his head.

The grass and trees in the mountains have a clear breath. The strange stone cliff carving is a scene step by step. Yu Qing praised in his heart, and unconsciously stopped and looked around. I feel that the vision is open, and the forest trees are at their feet, and a sense of pride arises spontaneously.

But suddenly I caught a glimpse of the rise of the soil slope in the decaying grass. When I came closer, it was a grave. But seeing the overgrown weeds and scattered monuments, I don't know how many years it has been.

He looked at it in a daze, and a burst of confusion flashed through his heart.

When he was at a loss, Shen Fang's call came from behind him. He turned his head and looked at it, touching Shen Fang's extremely clear eyes.

When Shen Fang saw that he stopped, he also walked over and glanced at him. But he only smiled, gently took Yu Qingcun's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's go. There is a good place ahead."

At the sight of Shen Fang's smile, Yu Qingcun was relieved for a while, and his heart was peaceful for no reason. He also laughed and said, "It's so good. Let's go."

The two of them walked side by side and gradually walked away. Under the backdrop of the high sky and clear mountains, their clothes supported the wind, and the end was like a fairy.

The graves in the weeds behind them are all barren graves that do not know the years. There are also some crooked remnants, which can faintly see the luxury of the day. Up to now, who remembers where to find it? This fame and fortune has appeared so insignificant in the torrent of years. In the end, there was no division between the rich and the poor, and it melted a few feet of loess, which was related to the mountains and rivers. But it is quiet to the world without perception.

This world is just a life and a life.

I don't feel it. I look at it quietly. Although tens of millions of years have passed, it is meaningless.

I was born to feel it, but I have lived this life at will.

In the distance, there was a faint smile from Shen Yu and his wife. There is also a clear song echoing between the heavy mountains for a long time.

"Hear your wings for thousands of miles, thinking about the eight wildernesses.

All things in the world, the emperor.

The gentleman is Zhuoqi, and the man is light.

Hu is a man, and he is hurt.

The sun and the moon are handed over, which is to stop the cold.

Look at the passing water in the east, the soup for thousands of years.

In the moment of life, the long song is still in the middle.

......

In the moment of life, the long song is not in the center.

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