As soon as Su Zizhan arrived in Hangzhou, he couldn't help but revel in the scenery of the lake and mountains, feeling the tranquility, freshness and pleasure that he had not had for a long time.

The pure and unblemished nature re-energized his lively, cheerful and active nature, and also re-energized his poetic heart and inspiration, and he couldn't wait to throw himself into his warm and bright embrace!

When he first arrived, he had no friends to travel with, and Su Zizhan remembered the famous monks Huiqin and Huisi in Hangzhou that his mentor Ouyang Xiu repeatedly mentioned to him.

After settling down a little, Su Zizhan went to Gushan to visit the two of them and conveyed the teacher's courteous greetings.

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The welfare institute covers a large area, so it is located on the edge of the county where the land price is relatively cheap, with few people, but green mountains and clear waters.

Chaoyun and his friends parted ways at the intersection and turned into a small road, passing by rice fields, which was a muddy path with potholes.

I have traveled the road thousands of times, and it can be said that it is extremely familiar.

Chaoyun kicked the pebbles on the side of the road, "It's not something that can be cultivated, and there is nothing to do" The words of the old Taoist priest sounded in his mind again.

Chaoyun took out the poetry collection given to her by the old Taoist priest, the front and back were the same, the yellowed pages, the ancient meaning.

Turning the first page, a few big words on the page immediately made Chaoyun excited-Su Xuan's poems.

Turning the next page with a light hand, a pair of Su Shi's ink paintings, strange stones and withered bamboos, quite arrogant and sinister.

On the next page, it is the poem "Butterfly Love Flowers: Spring Scene".

For some reason, when I saw the name of this brand, I felt faintly sad.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world. ”

Chaoyun's voice was inexplicably choked, "Swing in the wall...... Outside the wall. Pedestrian outside the wall, ...... inside the wall The beautiful woman laughed. The laughter faded away...... The sound faded in. Sentimental...... But he was ruthlessly annoyed. ”

What's the matter, Chaoyun touched his eyes, tears dripped uncontrollably, and his heart ached.

Amorous but ...... Ruthless...... Vexation...... Is it?

Why, my heart hurts. Chaoyun grabbed the colic heart and slowly slipped to the ground, and the books in his hand also fell.

Origin and extinction, fate gathers and scatters. The last page of the collection of poems is scattered......