Su Jian looked up at the moon helplessly, feeling that there were really strange things in this mortal world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blue sky is like a wash, only a clear moon hangs, a few birds stand on the branches looking at the brightly lit world, from time to time there are a few clear chirps, but they will be drowned out by the bustling sound in the crowd of people.

The lights are lit up day and night, and the flow of people is non-stop all night.

In the crowd of people, some people meet, and some people separate

And some people are reunited after a long absence.

Su Jian walked all night, and he didn't feel tired at all.

She saw that the people who had been reunited after a long time were always smiling, some of them hugging, some of them bowing their hands, and some of them crying with joy.

In every way, I want to express the joy of my heart.

There are 100 kinds of flowers and 10,000 kinds of people.

But there is only one emotion of meeting, and that is just a simple joy.

This night, after seeing all kinds of things in the world, Su Jian felt that her favorite should be to meet people.

No matter what kind of temperament people are, they will swim side by side, or find a small house, or find a wine shop, or find an inn, and then order a few jars of good wine, or can order a few plates of snacks, and then push the glass and change the lamp.

In the midst of the staggering, the heart is also slowly unfolding.

When the joy of the world is just the title of the gold list, the cave room spends candle nights, the long drought meets the sweet rain, and the old acquaintance is met in another country.

But there are far more than four sad things.

There are thousands of sad things, and I can't finish talking about them overnight.

The sadness of wandering the world.

About the grief of not meeting talents.

About the fall of the name of Sun Mountain.

About the bitterness of being ostracized.

……

Thousands of hardships in the world have turned into sorrow, and they can only be told by people who are like-minded.

The lights were on all night, and when the cups and plates were messy and the dishes were exhausted, it was already the morning light, and the eastern sky was pouring out a touch of fish belly white color, and those literati and military attachés and business travelers poured out the bitter words of the night, standing up with a few cases, and smiling at each other, without mentioning a word, all the sadness and sorrow, and the pain of decline and decline all entered the intestines with the sake, and gradually became light, and the morning breeze blew through the window, and everything did trivial things on the side, and all kinds of dissatisfaction and sadness were scattered.

The morning breeze comes from the outside of the pavilion through the flowers and grass, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, with the freshness of morning dew, mixed with the aroma of wine in the room, but it makes people feel happy and happy.

I can't tell where the joy comes from, but I feel that the sadness of the past has become so insignificant at this moment.

The surging river flows eastward, and the world is carried by the wind.

With the breeze blowing their sleeves, those literati and rioters either wielded a wolf on the rice paper freely, or played freely on the long piano.

Accompanied by flowers and wine, those warriors and brave men either wielded their three-foot long swords to their heart's content, or pointed to the sky and drank with a halberd.

Literati and military generals and the like are better than learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family.

That's all there is to it.

With wine and confidants by your side, all these troubles have become insignificant.

The breeze blew up and woke up, those people who were melancholy last night looked at each other and smiled, swimming side by side in this red dust world, and intuitively felt that everything in front of them was completely new, and it was not at all like before.

The river lanterns put on last night have drifted silently into the distance, leaving the river surface lonely.

Above Jiangzhu, last night's fishing fire is gone.

At the power of green smoke, a new sun hangs in the sky like a golden mirror.

The shouting of the streets on the bridge is still heard.

People come and go, and there is a lot of traffic.

The voices are still boiling, and the wheels are still turning.

There is a curling smoke rising in the pavilion, the glow in the distance falls on the house through thousands of miles, the jade of last night is gone, ushering in a prosperous world of streamers flying and dancing.

The breeze was gusting, and the guests of the restaurant gradually woke up in the wind, but their cheeks were still slightly drunk. Raising his eyes to look at the pale golden sunlight, he suddenly felt a sense of laziness.

Last night's noisy Flower Street Willow Lane also opened its door, and the servants took brooms and rags to carefully clean the inside and outside.

Last night's guests left one after another, and those ** people applied grease and powder, dyed their lips and thrushes, dressed up carefully and went out again.

They held on to the railing of the staircase, walked in style, and their glamorous pomegranate skirts swept over the cleaned wooden staircase, and their eyes and heads were breathtaking and seductive.

Their slender and soft waists are like willows, their rouge faces are lovely, their delicate red lips are seductive, their slender fingers are like green onions, and the gorgeous hairpins on their heads are dazzling.

The wind and snow turned the page, and on a new day, they waved the silk handkerchiefs in their hands and waved their long sleeves to greet the prodigal sons who came and went.

The building is full of red sleeves, and no one regrets it.

At the ferry on the river in the distance, boats come and go, and the white sails are full of wind and sail into the distance.

There are people parting at the ferry, or there are lovers, or confidants, or parents and children.

There is no one who has tears and a towel than a lover.

Every time the woman holds the silk silk, the endless tears will wet the silk silk, and after the silk is soaked, she waives her sleeves and tears, in short, she cries and cries endlessly.

If it is a literati, then it will give poems to each other, mostly high-pitched and open-minded words, generous sentences, including the spirit of men, covering all the ambition and pride.

And if it is a military general, it will be even more happy, a jar of good wine is drunk, and then the jar of wine is smashed to the ground, and then goodbye.

The relationship between parents and children is not as free and easy as the two above.

If it is a mother, then the words are inexhaustible, every word of care, although they are all trivial, but it is enough to see their deep feelings.

If it's a father, it's just a few words. However, although the words are few, they are all words of human conduct, and there is concern in the sternness.

Su Jian turned around all night, Ao Xi has been following her, what strange things have been seen, Su Jian asked, Ao Xi can always explain to her without thinking, so that Su Jian can't help but admire him in his heart.

When there is a meeting, there is a parting.

Su Jian stood at the ferry, feeling that this ferry was really a strange place, it seemed to be a special place to say goodbye, once people traveled far away, it meant that they had to part with some acquaintances.

After many years, looking back on the experience when I was young and ignorant, I only feel that it was really naïve and ignorant, and I don't know what parting is.

But when it was really time to part, he refused to resist by no one.

It's so rough that it's so brutal that it's desperate.

The smoke on the river gradually faded, the light golden sunlight spread over the river like a blanket, and the spring breeze made people feel energetic.

The people boarded the boat, and the boat gradually moved away, and the people on the ferry still did not leave, and the people on the boat still turned their heads to look at the people on the ferry and waved.

The river wind is blowing, the people on the river, the people by the river, their clothes are flying between the heaven and the earth, and a sense of loneliness has also been born from this.