"Cook a pot of hot water, watch the curly figure of tea leaves writhing in the water, yearning for the idyllic leisure life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan";

Steal half a day of leisure, put down your body, wash away the lead, and return to yourself. The quiet in the noisy afternoon, a pot of hot tea, tumbling on the stove, ruined the strong fragrance of the past and present lives, an idle book, nameless and ownerless, aimlessly, to lighten the tired posture as much as possible. Embrace all things in your mind, take care of nature, listen to the raindrops knocking on the window lattice, watch the breeze sweep through the treetops, watch the birds wander and jump among the thousands of trees, listen to the mountain breeze passing lightly, enjoy the clouds and clouds, and transcend the leisure artistic conception outside the thousands of prosperous things.

Steal half a day of leisure, skim through the glitz, poetic reality, and view the world. Sometimes, on the terrace on the roof, forgetting the book in hand, and resting on the lake where a bird sweeps, the ripples in circles awaken the budding lotus fragrance in the courtyard, the wisps of fragrance fill the nostrils of the yard chatter, the whispering of the green trees on the side of the road, the pale green, dyed through the good times, the small steps, walking every day along the bank of the green embankment surrounded by shrubs. All kinds of leisure is a kind of attitude and taste of life. Let simplicity and indifference replace the hustle and bustle, and let tranquility and tranquility replace anxiety and impetuousness.

"All day long, I made mistakes and shattered dreams, and suddenly heard that spring was strong and mountaineer. Because of the words of the monks in the bamboo courtyard, he stole half a day of leisure. "Follow the example of the ancients, temporarily abandon the ambition of having the universe in mind, crossing the north and south, and conquering the four seas, overlooking life with the benevolence of the mountain, with the charm of water, the opportunity for life, the gurgling stream gathers the natural waters, the sparkling swallow shadow washes the essence of the mountain, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and the eternal memory jumps in the light spots......"

Zhao Lina picked up a cup of tea from the tea table, drank it slowly, pointed to the empty cup, smiled slightly, revealed a trace of cunning, and said: The sweet aftertaste is long, the tongue is sweet, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant!

Brother Xian was engrossed in his words, only hearing one of them, but not the second, and asked a little angrily: Give me an opinion! Zhao Lina looked at Brother Xian, with an anxious and slightly embarrassed expression, and said slowly: I have already said my opinion, you can taste the cup again, and you will know!

Brother Xian picked up the teacup, took a sip, the taste changed from astringent to sweet, and suddenly felt like an initiation, Mao Sai suddenly opened, stretched out his mouth, kissed Zhao Lina on the forehead, picked up the manuscript paper and read it again. Zhao Lina wiped her forehead, looked at him hesitantly, and asked tentatively: Brother Xian, are you ready to cross the north and south, conquer the four seas, rise again, and complete your ambitions?

Brother Xian touched his head and smiled, and said with a little embarrassment: I am strategizing to see if I can win a thousand miles! Zhao Lina took another drink, looked at Brother Xian affectionately, and said quietly: You and I are mortals, born in the world;

Brother Xian was even more ashamed, speechless, and finally sang it in a lyric: I have tasted the ups and downs/I have seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings/I can't help myself on the road of the rivers and lakes/Putting aside right and wrong...... Nana! Zhao Lina looked at him in surprise, couldn't close her mouth, and said with a teal look in her eyes: Haven't you always been Teacher Zhao, I haven't heard you call me Nana for a long time!

Brother Xian picked up the teacup, stood on the balcony, looked out the window, the whole city was intertwined with lights, the red and yellow car taillights were like wriggling insects, slowly moving forward in the reflection, the dream of the city was once several generations, dozens of generations of lifelong struggle and hope, many facts are presenting the prosperity and abundance of the city, the wonderful and splendid life, but finally one day, the people who realized their dreams remembered the sun in the countryside, the sweet spring water, the fragrant wheat field, the hanging moon, and the simple, Straightforward interpersonal relationships, a kind of roughness and simplicity dissolve, trivial things are noisy, and at critical moments, regardless of previous suspicions, leaning out.

Brother Xian raised the teacup, respectfully saluted, a cup of sacrifice to the past, a cup of respect for the future, turned around and rubbed Zhao Lina's hair, and said: Don't worry, we have entered a mid-life crisis, and we are trying to survive in embarrassment, so after losing Jingzhou, after going to Maicheng, I am also repositioning myself in the rebirth stage, just like the question I asked myself when I was confused - what do I have, what can I do, what can I do, I hope to find a suitable path for myself from these three questions!

Zhao Lina nodded slightly, nodded frequently, took his hand, and motioned to Brother Xian to make another pot of tea, and when he sat in the main seat, she smiled and chanted: Zhijun immortal bones have no cold and heat. Thousands of years of encounters. Therefore, don't say goodbye to the beauty, you want to see the rain on the pear blossom branches. The falling flowers have been chased back to the wind. Hanamoto has no intention of complaining about herself. The Ming Dynasty returned to the west of Tangxi, and there was no place where the warbler cried and fell.

After hearing this, Brother Xian laughed out loud and said stupidly: "Teacher Zhao, don't drag the words, we are laity, just talk about some things like a scholar and a scholar!" Zhao Lina also "giggled" and laughed, and Brother Xian served her a cup of hot tea, and the room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Brother Xian's WeChat new message prompt sounded, breaking the brief silence. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, it was a voice message sent by Wang Yongchao, put it in his ear, with a voice with a little Hong Kong and Taiwan flavor: Brother Xian, there is a project that is quite good, the nature of folk tourism, take your younger siblings and children on the weekend, let's go and see it together, and by the way, you can also help come up with ideas!

After listening to the information, Brother Xian knew what Wang Yongchao meant, and it was true to see the project, and the ulterior motive was to go out to play and relax, so he told Zhao Lina, and she readily agreed. Brother Xian smiled and said: Folk tourism, the whole province is the same. Copy as it is, do not have any local characteristics, just give the current city the same, everywhere is the same, déjà vu, there is a feeling of loss!

Zhao Lina smiled and said: This is all the fault of you people, the word is in the middle, do not dig deep into the local characteristics and architectural characteristics, and blindly only care about cost and profit! Brother Xian smiled helplessly, put aside the topic, and asked with a smile: You said Mr. Wang, this has been a block for more than 10 years, and the accent has not changed, a taste of Cantonese morning tea!

Zhao Lina picked up the teacup and said to Brother Xian: Mr. Wang's accent is like Mr. Qian's hobby, which is difficult to change! Brother Xian sneered and said: Mr. Zhao, your words today are quite meaningful, survival games, games in the world - I want to play life in survival, I want to regain life in the game, I am the monkey, without me, I can still take the true scriptures from the West, but with me can there be no danger; I want to be the green onion, although it is delicious, but it is indispensable!

Zhao Lina didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, in an excited state, and got up and hugged him tightly - that night, Brother Xian was full of interest and thoughts, picked up the pen and wrote on the manuscript paper:

Searching, like a long aquatic weed, groping in the deepest part of life / The ethereal green mountains are like eyebrows, deep in the vast world / Shuttling, searching for lost things / In the eternal interpretation of age.

The uncarved cliffs, creeping with arrogant arrogance / to the degraded or lost life / to show their hearts / proudly sharp edges and calm grooves.

The pine and cypress canopy/Surrounded by an awe-inspiring atmosphere/Watching the cracked cliffs/Completing a totemic oath in the baptism of the autumn wind——