All the flowers fall through the night

March, Chilly. The wind of the were night blows over the still-sleeping town. Shallow and light point of the lake, the ice is not the breakfasts of the high, the branches have been green stretch of willow, was asmanypatients Silver moon, such as hanging on the polished head, from the deep concave hole in the downward peep.

The swallow is sitting on the mound with its legs curled up, and slowly spits out a cloud of smoke. He stooped to draw a key on the mound, and rather uninteresting to throw the branch, kicked with his feet, in his trouser pockets, pacing home.

Born without Love, is the most often said a Yan fire word.

He also carefree, young frivolous, also high-spirited, Jiangshan. But one day, suddenly, Yan gave up his bright future, left the bustling city, and walked alone into the village town of 500 population. Colleagues puzzled, family puzzled, Yan but go so refuse.

The next morning, the noisy voice constantly attacking the eardrum of Yan Huo, he finally can't restrain, yawning on the town's only square walk.

"Holy hell, before I went to bed yesterday, how did I get a nap?" ”

"Yes! No one is going to do anything wicked. ”

"It's not good to be a fucking bad guy!" Why do I suffer! ”

In the crowd you say my words blew open the pot. Yan a headache to prepare to evacuate, but was one person to hold the arm. Yan Fire looked up, is the mayor, from his eyes, Yan see a hint of doubt. Anyway, I live here, I must say. Yan fire so thinking, politely asked the Mayor good. The mayor, seeing that he did not escape, opened his hand and said meaningfully: "No one can leave the square until things are settled." "Yan fire face without expression nodded, or, maybe he finally get rid of this pair of skin days."

He who lives, he dies.

Even though Yan still doesn't understand what happened that day, he doesn't try to figure it out. As long as every day to be able to slowly open his eyes in the early morning birdsong, there is a pure white sun warm touch his face, this is enough. As for life and death, doomed by heaven, need not think much. Yan yawned again, sat idly by a tree, and began to continue his dream in the morning. Yan Fire dream is always very quiet, the red maple leaf in the easy in the dark quietly falling, he sat under the tree, but as if to hear what makes people palpitation sound.

“...... We don't know what's going on, we don't know where the exits are, but, anyway, we have to keep trying to live! ......”

Yan seemed to hear the mayor's voice. Funny words, Yan-fire stumbled to think, what is the meaning of life, hard to do, what is the achievement of what it is, the short pleasure of the body. Then he fell asleep again in a daze.

Six months later, the shadow of Surveillance Yan fire finally disappeared, the mayor and other people also calculate that if the Yan fire is really caused by all the culprits, he will not stay in town and everyone died together. The longer and stronger the vegetation on the outskirts of the town, the more it swallowed up the whole village's grain. Some people are praying for miracles, just as the giant plants suddenly surrounded their town that night, and since there are such miracles, the miracle of the plants disappearing in turn is inevitable. They knelt and prayed all over the town until the sand dried their flesh, and some ate the bones of their wives and daughters, their eyes lax, like a layer of mist; someone red-eyed a knife and a knife 捥 the body on the ground, the corners of the mouth pulled out of blood, happy abnormal. Yan But just thin some, still nothing to sit on the mound, but the house has no storage of smoke, can only look at the moon trance.

Another three months. Yan Huo really felt dead. He went down to the mound and drew the key, and, rather uninteresting, threw the branches, kicked them with his feet, and strolled to the outskirts of the town with his trouser pockets. On the way, his head inadvertently met a drooping branch, suddenly, the town four weeks unexpectedly issued a bang, suddenly the earth, dusty, plants at a rapid rate of constant sinking, bright red liquid outward gush. Yan Quan walked around the village, Ashing, he thought.

Yan yawned, seemed to feel some sleepy, looked up, the moon and nine months ago, hanging in the night sky, but now, it is more like a smile crooked mouth. The water was shining lightly, and as he passed, there was ripples.