The stinging insect will wait for the Ming Dynasty,

Shallow with the river rain to send off the tide of passengers.

As the saying goes, why is it early in autumn?

I don't know how many years of sighing for spring.

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When I got closer, I realized that the white "sugar gourd" in the man's hand was soft, and a sweet black viscous liquid flowed out of it...... It was a rice ball that was strung together with a bamboo skewer!

Thinking that the man was going to take this string of good rice balls to tease the child, the one person and one immortal looked at the man in astonishment and lowered his body and stuck the bamboo skewer on the ground.

One person and one immortal were stunned for a long time, and they didn't close their slightly open mouths, but they had already been seen by the person who turned around.

Seeing a person and an immortal staring at the "white sugar gourd" in his hand with a shocked expression, how could that person not understand the reason? He smiled and explained, "This is to stick to the bird's beak so that it doesn't steal food." ”

"You don't think you've ever farmed, right? In fact, this is just a psychological comfort, and feeding them with this may really prevent birds from stealing food. After speaking, he laughed, and there was a bit of bookishness in his honesty - Jiangnan is like this, everything has the fragrance of smoke, rain and ink.

I saw the poet again when I came and went, and I was another poet with my friend on the passenger ship, and a trace of loneliness flashed in my eyes, and then I was open-minded and clear. An old friend went to the future, was invited to be a visiting professor at a university in the north, and received a high salary to study poetry, and the same opportunity was placed there, but the poet was politely rejected by the poet in front of him.

The poet does not regret it, and it will be a huge loss for the poet not to be wanton with the mountains and rivers, and he does not know how many years he will have to waste, and it will be difficult to make a poem that satisfies him, but it will be an irreparable regret.

The blue and blue waves of the autumn water are slightly cold, and the passenger boat rolls away in the distance by the river, and the Cangshan Mountain, which is born together on both sides of the strait, cannot stop the long passing of the river.

That friend was going to take the train directly to the north, and in order to say goodbye to his old friend, he deliberately took a boat, but he didn't expect to provoke a scene of Chinese Murray Yi parting with farewell. The poet's friend was eager for a phone call and resigned from his post.

Although those people miss their old friends, they still look forward to visiting the mountains and rivers together and singing songs to express their nostalgia as when they were young, but since their old friends have accepted the invitation, they should not have broken their promises and broken their promises for the sake of this point in their hearts.

The loneliness and loneliness of parting are naturally there, but people have their own way and need to go their own way, so the poet is not hypocritical, nor does he want to comfort himself like the ancients: "Inaction is on the wrong path, and children are stained with towels." ”

Everyone has their own way forward, and everyone has their own way of living! Although confidants are rare, they are by no means nowhere to be found, rather than believing in the sorrow of the ancients: "Persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west." It's better to admit that sentence is quite heroic: "Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, who in the world doesn't know you?" ”

Seeing the younger generation he is familiar with, the poet's heart slightly rises with a hint of "the years urge people to grow old", such as the waves behind the river pushing the waves before the waves, there is generally always a generation of new people to replace the previous generation, and the glory of the past will also be inherited by future generations.

After seeing the loneliness that had just passed through the poet's eyes, and knowing that the poet was missing his old friend, Kyushu asked: "Uncle, how sad and autumn are in the ancient poems, and sighing that the old people are too old, is it just because they are unwilling?" ”

"No, poets often sigh that life is early in autumn, often can't let go of the glory of the past years, who doesn't know those things that have already passed, since they have seen dozens of spring rays, why lament that autumn is coming?"

Kyushu was half confused when he heard this, only to see the noon sun poking its tentacles out of the gray clouds, and the poet invited Kyushu and the autumn equinox to sit at his house together.