As soon as you get out of the Xuanwu Gate, the smell of the wind is different. Bursts of strong lotus fragrance greeted each other. The heat in the city of Nanjing has been left behind us.

There are six of us: Wailu, Jinghua, Yake, Xijia, Naichao, and I. We chose a teahouse by the lake to rest, and we had to wait for Wang Yeqiu, and when we left the hotel, we made an appointment by phone.

A lake is full of lotus leaves, and it has not yet bloomed. There are a lot of weeping willows on the edge of the lake, and there are many lake boats under the willow trees. The weather was clear, the water was clean, it seemed that there should be equipment for swimming, but unfortunately there was none.

Some of the tea taverns in the array, although they are not poetic, all take some poetic signs. If there is a poet who likes to use rhetoric, patiently write down those signs, and write them out in line, he will definitely be able to make a new poem with a little spice without effort, I am sure.

It was only past ten o'clock, and the people swimming in the lake were already quite mixed. But not a single familiar face either. Most of them are civil servants and their dependents, and there are a lot of people in military uniforms, and we have formed an island here.

Just sat down for a while, and suddenly saw Zhang Shenfu walking alone from the lake road. He seemed so lonely, but also seemed dashing. Light blue silk shirt, white serge suit pants, white leather shoes, white straw hat, and a folding fan in his hand, a bit of an old-fashioned poet's demeanor.

- Alone?

- Yes, a person.

I secretly admired in my heart, after all, he is a philosopher, and he likes to be alone. If it were me, I would never come alone; Alone, I might jump into the lake and drown. But it wasn't me who drowned, it was that loneliness. Suddenly, I realized the reason why Qu Yuan jumped into the Tear Luo River. Didn't he drown his loneliness and live until now?

Zhang Shenfu drowned his loneliness on the small island of the six of us. Our chance encounter also clearly increased his interest.

Then Wang Yeqiu also came. Also present was a person who served in the US military department, a second-generation overseas Chinese in the United States.

Ye Qiu was General Feng Huanzhang's secretary, and as soon as he came, he told us that Mr. Feng was also coming, and he was meeting guests, and he would leave when the guests left.

This is not surprising to me, not only does General Feng like this democratic style, but his own loneliness may also need to be temporarily drowned. It has been four days since I came to Nanjing, and I have not yet visited him, but today he is so tired that he has come to give in.

Eleven o'clock approached, and the people who were swimming in the lake gradually arrived. The burly General Feng, dressed in the beige canvas tunic he usually wears, walked majestically through the crowd. He is truly remarkable to all eyes, and he is not only a head above me, but in fact a head and a half above me.

We became a grand group, eleven of us, and we stepped on a yacht together. The yacht has a flat-topped canopy with railings on the left and right, and rattan chairs are placed opposite each other under the railing. Drive smoothly on a smooth lake. Only the route of the boat line is open, and the rest are the liberated areas of lotus leaves. The lake is quite deep, so the stems of the lotus leaves seem to be long. Each lotus leaf is spread out on the surface of the lake, soaking up the sunlight with a heart. The water is so deep, and the lotus leaves are so deep, this adaptation is such a coincidence! If the water suddenly rises deeper, won't the lotus leaves be put into the water like an upside-down umbrella? Otherwise, it will be uprooted. There weren't many people cruising on the lake, and it seemed that they were all concentrated in the teahouse. There were also American soldiers swimming in the lake, and some sleeping naked on the bow of the boat for sunbathing.

The lake itself is fascinating, but unfortunately there is a lack of artificial arrangement around it. General Feng said that he planned to propose that 50 million yuan be raised from the state treasury to build more grass pavilions on the edge of the lake and prepare more good books for people to read. This is a good suggestion, but I am worried that once the 50 million yuan is out of the treasury, it will not become a grass pavilion by the lake, but a car on the road. What about books? Of course there will be, at least a neatly written reimbursement book.

General Feng was going to the United States to inspect the water conservancy, and when he heard that all preparations had been stopped, he was waiting for Marshall to inform him of the shipping schedule. General Feng praised Marshall very much, saying that he was really sincerely thinking about China's peace, and he hoped that his mediation would not fail. I heard that once Marshall invited Feng to dinner and also talked about the issue of mediation, and he actually hoped that Feng would help. General Feng said: This is simply upside down. Ma Shuai worries about our Chinese affairs, but Ma Shuai wants us Chinese to help him. Isn't it completely upside down? Yes, Marshall is sincerely trying to make peace in China, and I can believe that it must be true. Even if he asked General Feng for help, I can also believe that it was out of his sincerity. But I myself dare to admit that I am a villain; It seems to me that Marshall has always been working for the United States. China's peace is in the interests of the United States, so he wants us Chinese to help him. To strive for peace, Chinese should be more earnest than Americans. In fact, it is also true. However, there are two ways to strive for peace, some are the peace of unification by force, and the other is the peace of renunciation of force; Unfortunately, however, the United States' world policy and China policy adopt the first tendency. This left Marshall, the special envoy for peace, in a dilemma. The water hose of the fire brigade is Mobil oil, how can this fight fires?

But I didn't say these words, not to mention that I believe General Feng also knew, but he was more self-contained than me and more able to deal with it calmly.

The wishful thinking of the Chinese naturally hopes that the Americans will help the liberation of the Chinese and help the construction of China, but Marshall is unfortunately not really surnamed Ma.

The boat anchored under a large tree beside the two grass pavilions. General Feng first asked the adjutant to go ashore to make a cup of tea for everyone, and then asked him to buy steamed buns, braised pork, braised duck, and two bananas for each person. After a round of tea, the adjutant also bought food, a total of three large bags of lotus leaves. It's really a good friend, just when everyone's appetite is fanned by the wind of ten thousand acres. So everyone started to put the rattan tea table together in the middle of the boat, and used their claws instead of knives and forks, and they were about to start eating. General Feng said: It's not busy, there are good things. He told the adjutant to take out a bottle of wine, made in France, from a bag. General Feng is a non-drinker, and he said that the wine was brought for Mr. Guo. This kindness is really palpable. There was no wine glass, so I poured two cups of teacups, and everyone came to drink together. General Feng, who doesn't drink, also made an exception and drank two sips.

This reminds me of a Sunday in early July last year. In Moscow, the boat cruises on the Moscow Canal are on a motorboat, and the travelers are British bishops and Iranian scholars, but the rapport is no different. The weather is just as sunny as it gets, and there's no wine glass when you drink. It's been a year in the blink of an eye; The Soviet children, young men and women swimming on the banks of the canal must have been as lively as usual. At that time, a Soviet friend once pointed to those innocent and lively teenagers and told me how lovely they were, and somehow there were always many people in the world who said that the Soviets were a terrible race. But the reason for this is simple. There is such a gap not only between countries, but also within the same country. Some people are actually noble and amiable, but in the eyes of a certain group of people, they have become evil spirits with three heads and six arms, and even want to be assassinated. The question is still in the attitude towards the people, whether you want to enslave the people or serve the people. These two are not only two ideas, but also two systems. Only on the day when the system of enslaving people is completely abolished will there be a real family of democracies in the world.

What is worthy of admiration is the overseas Chinese young man who served in the US military department, and he did not eat or drink at all. I heard that the U.S. Military Department has such a rule: it is not allowed to eat and drink indiscriminately outside. If this rule is violated, the problem will be punished. Maybe it's because of the recent cholera epidemic? It was not uncommon for American GIs to get drunk outside, but today's overseas Chinese youth has indeed become a strict Puritans.

After eating and drinking, everyone went to the shore and wandered. Unexpectedly, they were divided into two groups. General Feng's group walked along the lake, but our group plus Zhang Shenfu walked uphill. Once you go uphill, there is a different world. It turned out that it had been turned into a park, and it was quite neatly arranged. There are more tourists here. The teahouse was full of people. There are some open-air tea rooms or restaurants, and business seems to be very prosperous. There are also many tourists who eat on the grass under the shade of the trees.

We turned around for a while, and then turned back to the lakeside from the same road, but General Feng was gone. Walking to the place where the boat was moored under the big tree, there was a boat moored, but it was not our one. There is no doubt that General Feng thought that we would not turn around, so they went back first. I felt a little sorry in my heart, I drank so good wine and ate so many things, and I didn't even say thank you. But we can also play to our heart's content, so we simply go back to the park and go to an open-air tea room to drink tea in the shade of a large tree.