On the day of the fifty-ninth day, I look at the willows,

Seventy-nine open and will flow.

Replace the old with the new,

The sacrificial stove is swept away and the dust is not left.

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Count the days, and now it's time for fifty-nine, and with Nan Xiaonian also returning to the Four Seasons Heavenly Fairyland, this Huaxia Shenzhou has even passed Xiaonian, and it looks like it's about to reach the end of the year.

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Meng Jiuzhou and Da Han walked on the riverside together, and it was that familiar park, time flies, and they came more than once a year, but the scenery was very different each time.

The warm Kyushu that wears the warmth is not cold, and even the warm one is a little drowsy. So Dahan asked Kyushu to sit on a bench with a backrest by the river, and while looking at the scenery, he rested, and if he fell asleep, he rested for a while.

Looking at the frozen river in front of him, the ice was still hard, and Kyushu took out the number nine cold diagram he was carrying in his arms and added another stroke.

"Well, it's a cloudy day." Kyushu muttered and found the gray pen, filled with a petal. Remembering a small poem found on the back a few days ago, Kyushu turned the rice paper over.

"1929 don't shoot, 3949 walk on the ice, 5969 along the river to see the willows, 79 rivers open, 89 geese come, 99 plus 19, ploughing cattle everywhere."

Oh, Kyushu heard my mother say this, no wonder it's so familiar, it's just that I haven't remembered it clearly.

"It's fifty-nine, then...... Look up at Willow! Kyushu silently thought, and suddenly raised his head to look up.

This frightened Da Han, and he thought that Kyushu had just fallen asleep and had a nightmare, so that he suddenly woke up.

Just wanted to comfort Kyushu, but heard Kyushu speak, "Brother Da Han, Brother Da Han, say 5969 and look up at Liu...... But has the willow tree sprouted? ”

Kyushu looked at it for a long time and didn't see a trace of greenery bursting out of the willow tree, so he stood on top of the chair, stood on tiptoe, and looked up.

Look, look......

Looking from this shore to the other shore along the gap in the willow tree, it is not easy to see the thin veil of a dozen willow trees on the other side from the crack in the tree.

Oh, it was a pale green tulle, thinner and more delicate green than the matcha powder sprinkled by Sister Lichun at the beginning.

It's not the kind of verdant, translucent, juvenile and childlike green, but a kind of green that is mixed with pale yellow, like a baby's vibrant green.

Jumping down from the chair and carefully wiping the chair clean, Kyushu jumped onto the stones by the river, looking at the hazy willow trees on the river and the other side, Kyushu was a little sad - these days, Kyushu and this land, and the gods in the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland have a deep emotion, thinking that they are going to leave, Kyushu is a little reluctant.

"Hmm...... It takes seventy-nine to see the river. Kyushu unconsciously pinned his thoughts on this world and this group of immortals on the spring water of Huaxia Shenzhou, which can not be seen again.

If Kyushu is bigger, she may think of a sentence that is not very suitable for the situation: "How sad can you be, just like a river flowing eastward." ”

But Kyushu is still young, and he can't even fully understand the feeling of parting, he wants to go home as soon as possible to see his parents, and he also wants to spend more time with this world and this group of immortals.

It is also thanks to the poet at the beginning that he used the separation between himself and his old friend to teach Kyushu that life has its own way, and the truth that the breeze and bright moon are always with you, so that Kyushu will not be depressed in the parting soon after.

Kyushu was contemplating parting and mission on the riverside, while people in the tall buildings in the distance were cleaning up the barely visible dust in their homes, tidying up their homes and waiting for the arrival of the New Year.