Editor’s note: A secluded lake is like a seductive and seductive soul. The women on the lake have beautiful appearances, but they are weapons to seduce people to death. The author portrays the characters and scenes in detail, and reads immersive and strange texts. Say hello to the author and wish you a happy creation!
I live in an original county-level town that broke out on steel. Of course there are a few high-rise buildings. Although lonely, the kind of publicity that belongs to the nouveau riche is still very stalwart. Although the city is small, it is symbolically divided into two districts, and I dormant in the reinforced concrete jungle in one of the districts.
Fortunately, this area is surrounded by mountains and water. The water turned out to be a sand river, and it was once clear in the memory, of course it was a long time ago: the yellow sand paved the bottom and the clear water overflowed. Occasionally thirsty, I dug a hole beside the stream, which overflowed instantly, and picked up natural mineral water. Only later it became dirty with the human mind. In recent years, I think I have become rich, building dams on water, and blocking rivers as lakes. The lake is not big, but it represents the weird and extravagant style of a certain decision maker: carved jade columns, bluestone paving, small bridges lying on the rainbow, and dragon boats. Although it lacks the witty nature, it is also magnificent and wealthy. At the same time, Jiaan vassalized a few weeping willows, and occasionally the wind passed, and it was very elegant and elegant.
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After the lake is repaired, people always put their lives in the lake to wash their lives, so in the street talks, there is suspicion about the beauty of the lake. Some people say that the lake is shaped like a pig’s belly and is destined to eat people. Some people say that the poor geography of the lake has cut off the dragon veins, causing more than a dozen lives to drift away in the meantime.
Therefore, a tower was built on the mountain on the opposite bank of the lake. It was the intention of the river demon in Pagoda Town.
I like water. Of course, it has nothing to do with Renzhi. I just like fish swimming in the water.
When you come to Chuilun Bixi in your free time, you do not envy gods, Buddhas or immortals. In my free time, I like fishing.
When I was young, I didn’t have anything to do with business, such as making a broken bowl, grinding some charcoal, and applying so-called red and green on paper; for example, holding a piece of paper to write so-called poetry; or for example, staring at the sky. This has caused my parents to be relatively disappointed in me a lot, so reprimand is always inevitable. So I always felt that I was a scared child, which directly led to my later delicacy and kindness. In addition, I read a few books called books later because of loneliness, and my heart is more delicate
, it is easy to move and get hurt. This slender, hair-like character often makes me see inexplicable things. I don’t know if I actually saw it or only appeared in my imagination.
It should be an evening in the late summer and early autumn, the days are gloomy, gloomy and quiet. The ghostly clouds weighed heavily on the head of the distant mountain, the wind hid in the dark and held its breath, and the whole world was immersed in hints of conspiracy. After all, I was attracted by the charm of something about to happen. I packed my fishing gear and made an appointment with the fishing friend Yin Jun on the phone., I went to the lake to go fishing at night with expectation.
Mr. Yin is actually a very bright person with a sunny expression on his face. Compared with him, I always have too much inferiority: his belly is bigger than mine, which makes me obviously less sense of accomplishment of generals or leaders; his figure does have the kindness and nature of this age group, and I always have a Kind of loneliness and depression with the devil. I like to smile and contemplate, and he always interprets his mood with a hearty laugh. It is because of too many complementarities in character that we have become friends who talk about everything.
We just packed our fishing tackle and sat under the gloomy weeping willow by the lake, waiting for a scam to become the joy of harvest.