twenty-one

The so-called: people start with a full stop and end with a question mark.

Even the old man Qianxiang who is over 100 years old is no exception!

In the days of waiting for his dear friend Mr. Yan-Zhongran, the temple wished Chen Qianxiang his best:

The site in front of the temple is swept three times a day; Sweep the jade dew in spring, sweep the dust in summer, sweep the fallen leaves in autumn, and sweep the snow in winter;

Morning sweep for sunrise, afternoon sweep to welcome distant guests, twilight sweep in anticipation!

Sweeping, sweeping, the bluestone slab in front of the door left silk marks; Welcome, welcome; Erect a merit monument next to the stone steps of the mountain; Looking forward to, looking forward to, the white head has been gone...

On this day, the old man Qianxiang vaguely remembered that it was thirty-six years ago, the day when Mr. De met Mr. Yan, he got up tremblingly when the rooster crowed three times, and moved to the temple door with a broom, moving, moving, and his hair was dizzy:

I saw a young man about thirty years old, standing in the drying field, Huahua was facing him "woo"! Looking, watching, I saw myself and the descendants drinking, one cup left, one cup to the right, one cup to the right, one cup to the left, until the rice wine hanging from the two sticks was drunk, and then fell asleep;

I also saw the Housheng surnamed Yan carrying the pot and pickles on his back, walking to the depths of Daao Mountain, and he took the flowers half a mile away, following from a distance; After all, he is old, after two hours, a few corners, and there is no trace of his life, and he knows that the sky is dangerous in the mountains, but he is exhausted and at a loss;

Look, the sun is about to set, Huahua is so hungry that she screams and runs up the mountain, and when she runs back, she follows; Pushing, pushing, I saw Huahua wagging her tail "woo"; There was a rush of footsteps, turning out of the mountain, it turned out to be the surname Yan who gave birth to the mountain...

The old man Qianxiang was already in his last years, and in the tears blown down by the morning wind, he added the corners of his mouth and muttered: "Mountain man, mountain man, I can't wait for you?!" I-I-I thought-"

Is:

Two jars of fine wine, once accompanied by old age;

Sixty-six looks at the difficulty of continuous, and the mountain people have arrived in front of the ancient temple;

Thousands of miles trek as a confidant, and come to Jiangnan on a starry night;

The flower pot is clear into the eye, and the friends are gone.

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