Early in the morning, there was a knock on the courtyard door, waking up the people in the courtyard.

"Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu is not at home?"

The people outside the door didn't get a response, and shouted Shen Xiu's name one after another.

Shen San dragged his shoes and opened the courtyard door. Looking at the lean old man, Shen San couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"What's the matter, I don't even know your Grandpa Guo anymore?" Guo Changgeng slapped Shen San's head and leaned his old face in front of him.

"Guo, Grandpa Guo, what are you doing here? Someone sent something to our house? Shen San was so frightened by Guo Changgeng that he took a big step back and stammered to ask.

Guo Changgeng looked at Shen San, who hadn't woken up yet, and laughed happily. "You kid is really interesting, I won't tease you, your cousin-in-law has sent a letter to your cousin, and then, you have to take it. ”

"Grandpa Guo, you give it to me. Shen San hadn't reached the envelope in Guo Changgeng's hand several times, and he was already a little anxious.

"I gave it to you, you can't blame me if you can't get it. You're still too short, you need to grow a little longer in these two years. ”

"Don't let people sleep in the morning?!"

There was an angry roar in the room, Guo Changgeng shrank his neck, stuffed the envelope in his hand into Shen San's hand, turned around and ran.

"The roar of this Hedong lion is going to scare the old man to death, and the wind is howling. Good grandson, I still have a few letters to send, so you don't have to send them. ”

"It's still the third aunt who comes out. Looking at Guo Changgeng who was fleeing in the wilderness, Shen San glanced at the room over there in awe.

"Thank you, third cousin. When the whole family was having breakfast, Shen Xiu took the envelope from Shen San's hand.

Shen Xiu shook the envelope, a little curious. "Mom, I'll go back to the house first. ”

"This Uncle Guo is not young anymore, and his playfulness is still so heavy. ”

"No, who delivers letters early in the morning. ”

Shen Da and his wife said a word, looked at each other and smiled after speaking.

Shen Xiu sat on the bench, shook the envelope, and after not hearing a sound, she threw the letter directly on the table.

With her chin in her hands, she looked at the envelope of the letter on the table, wondering whether to open it.

What is this stupid big guy writing to me for?

"Xiu'er, no matter what, you can only know what's inside when you open it. ”

He Juan leaned against the door frame, her eyes glued to the envelope. Seeing the pink handwriting on the envelope, she playfully spoke. "Xiu'er, what are you playing deep?"

"Oh, I'm scared to death, Mom, when did you come in?" Shen Xiu stroked his chest, scaring himself.

"You've been in for a long time, and you're just thinking about things yourself and not hearing about it. Looking at her daughter, who has always been calm, is now a little flustered, He Juan is in a very good mood.

At this time, she was very happy.

He Juan once felt that Shen Xiu had a cold temperament and looked at everything lightly, and she was afraid that she would not find a suitable partner. Now that she came to introduce, she saw Shen Xiu flustered, and her mood was so happy.

Shen Xiu opened the envelope and glanced inside. Seeing He Juan following the movements on the side, Shen Xiu was helpless. "Mom, you're so relaxed today. ”

"Isn't this waiting for you to solve your lifelong problems? ”

In He Juan's ambiguous smile, Shen Xiu saw the contents of the letter.

"This guy knows how to eat!" Shen Xiu crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball and threw it away directly.

"Yes, I finally got a letter, and most of it was thanking you for remembering corn and roast meat for him. He Juan retracted her gaze, stood upright, and complained about Hawthorne, which did not give face at all.

"Mom, don't talk about it. ”

He Juan looked at the expression on Shen Xiu's face, but she was distressed.

"Girl, if you really like it, Mom will make you some roasted corn later, right?"

Shen Xiu pouted, she didn't know why, she was a little unhappy to receive such a simple letter.

She was about to throw the envelope away, and a stone fell from it. The stone is not big, and it has been neglected before.

Lingshi! Count your boy with a conscience!

Shen Xiu grabbed the small stone and was happy in his heart.

The brocade flowers are clustered, stubbornly blooming in the rainy and misty days, gorgeous like the curved rainbow in the blue sky. Xia Hua slipped from the distant sky, falling to the ground quickly or slowly, becoming a little wanton.

You came from the thick books, and the bronze giant gate that traveled through the years with your unique artistic conception settled in my dream slowly and quietly. The tediousness of floating life has become the norm, and they greedily enjoy the rare peace of soul in the endless whirlpool.

So he took a handful of water and cleaned his hands, hugged a beautiful collection of poems in the orchid fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose, and went up the river along the annual ring of history, reluctant to wake up.

Tell what you say, feel what you have suffered, hear what you think, and know what you sigh. In the years of knowing each other, I fell in love with you who are ever-changing but eternal.

Who are you? You are poetry, you are song, you are the beauty that all kinds of historical dust want to chase with all their hearts!

The meeting in the years, aside from the regret and missing out, is only fortunate to meet. The first meeting with you was on the glittering sea, when the young child did not know what he loved. The thickness of the paper of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" turned into the weight of the shoulders of childhood, so the mood of meeting you for the first time is really not happy.

After knowing the etiquette and reasoning, the little boy looked at the dazzling starry sky from afar, picked up the poetry shells of the literary sea coastline, and muttered "I also have the good heart of the heart, although I have not regretted it after nine deaths", and imagined the peerless style of the poet Qu Yuan, who was flying and pacing in his skirt on the bank of the Miluo River. Later, a heart immersed in the long river of time gradually attracted to you, obsessed with the long journey to follow your footsteps.

In the Wenfang jade case, whose name is engraved on the paperweight on the rice paper?

When driving and traveling, whose soulmate is the disappointment in the conversation?

When I dreamed back at midnight, whose lovesickness was contained in the string of hot tears under the pillow?

When tossing and turning, whose emotion is contained in the little bit after lifting the pen?

When the belly is full of joy, whose secret words are hidden in the melancholy between the joy?

When there are relatives in the heart, whose regrets are buried in the Tang and Song dynasties when they hesitate?

If the situation gives you half of your body of sorrow and half of your body of sorrow, why not wash away the heavy layers of lead, and carry a pure heart to merge into us through the guidance of poetry. In the vicissitudes of thousands of years of history, do a float through the past, witness the bizarre stories and emotions in the distant years of ink dyeing, and use simple pen and paper to record and express the voice of this year......

There are travelers in the sea, and the pen is a scholar.

Poetry is spirited, and the world is romantic.

White clouds, in the breeze,

The poet writes about the peace, and the bachelor has a long ambition.

On the shore of the blue sea, at the place of Luoying,

The young Confucian shirt flew away, suddenly looking back, smiling elegantly, and becoming an ink painting of his own.

I'm here, where are you?

I've been waiting for you to come.

Here, there will be a romantic agreement full of elegant paper,

Poetry is beautiful, emotion is immeasurable. Suddenly watch, waiting for good news.

And I also promise to invite each other humbly and treat each other warmly.