In this situation, the old madman had more than enough energy, and he was better than wine in the moon, and said to himself:

"The years have passed, and the gray hair is gray. Seeing the veteran visiting, a scene of blue and white, looking forward to it for a long time, it is difficult to extricate himself. Sigh, the years catch the end, the green youth, and return to the sky.

The flowering March, the hated child, his fingers bent the wooden stick to the ground, grinning, looking at it is actually a hundred times sad. An alias green snake, caught with his bare hands and wrapped around his palms, talking extraordinary, looking at the old bald old thing, he smacked a cyan leather whip, laughed ruthlessly at his hip-up lady, and spat dirty words: 'Day after day, it's really sweet'.

I saw the gourd seeds in the child's hand, picked them up and tasted them, and then watched the old things swallow and spit out water to earn some bad money.

The humble man who tilted his head to congratulate the restaurant put out a few taels of wine, tasted it one bite at a time, and then took all the shots, crossed his waist with one hand, raised his sword with the other, and secretly led Liu to ink. The little sunflower was frightened and told, wearing a green leather jacket, pulling the disciples behind her to laugh with red faces and red ears, singing songs one by one, what broke the south of the Yangtze River, and the adults in the womb smoked, Lao Tzu is not rare, but the ambiguous half of the painting of singing and playing the piano.

The name says that it is stingy, how can it be half a painting if it can't be painted, it is the old immortal who drinks tea squinting his eyes and laughing, and the melon seeds and peanuts sent by the follow-up children dropped a few rotten copper coins in a large square, hehe, let me be angry for a long time, the rich lord is powerful?

Even if he is the master of a large family, how can my half-painting be so ignorant of my mind, and use those stinky money to pull up "Autumn Moon" for her. The beautiful lyrics and songs are still in my head, hum, that's... Spring flowers and autumn moon, fair lady and gentleman, throwing hydrangea drainage swimming, seeing the dog in the courtyard, bright and kind autumn, tearing down all the decay in the house, seeing the eyes of the cloudy and sunny moon, the rice flowers planted in front of the door are asleep, hearing the sound of frogs, and what is the joy of crossing thousands of years, all singing about love and hatred...

Tsk, it's so evocative when I think about it, the small body bones, the elegant body lines, the fitting red clothes, the white skin, the delicate music, the slender fingers on the strings pull my heart, what's the matter? I still can't forget my own long-distance walker, dangling the rattle home, to find his own hometown.

That's right, I can't forget it.

How can you not forget?

I've slept under the tree for several nights, just looking at the paper-cut window grilles showing two clear faces, a man and a woman, next to them are all farmhouses, how can I not notice?

But the half of the painting is still wonderful. On the second day, I was still sitting behind the beaded curtain, facing the men who were eating and drinking melon seeds, bowing my head and fiddling with the strings in my hands, how could I not remember that I was also quietly watching from the corner below? Maybe I was too hiding, and I didn't drop a few big coins? Alas, that's it! I quietly put on my bag, touched my messy hair, and dressed in rags, and the children greeted me and asked me where I was going?

I said go for a walk.

Who knows where I'm going?

The stream by the lake was divided, and I was stuck in the same place, and I never dared to cross it, and the green leaves of the trees covered my eyes, and I was unwilling to lower my head, for fear that I would not be able to raise my head for the rest of my life.

I asked the old man who fished in the weeping stream, when will the fish be caught?

He answered me early in the morning and late in the afternoon.

I said, no wonder I use a small pole to pull a little earthworm to fish, but I am always in the sun, staring

Wearing a certain lotus leaf hat, there is a taste of drying.

I also caught a few small fish, but there were never any big ones.

And he said, "Cast a long line to catch big fish."

I hadn't gone far before I saw a big perch being pulled up and gently placed in the cage by him, laughing happily and I had nothing.

Tell me, why am I so unlucky?

I didn't eat and drink enough, I didn't drink enough, and I didn't have anyone to play with. Why did I follow the beggar who walked through the streets and alleys, and it was very difficult for a copper coin to fall from the bowl before the bang sound entered my ears, and an old hand pinched it, and I was beaten hard. It was a heartache, I ran with my butt in my hands, ran to a cowshed, looked at the bull's eye that had just fallen asleep, and was blown out of the top before I could sit on the straw.

I whined and cried and ran away, and no one rewarded me with a peanut to taste, tsk, fortunately, I passed by a family, and the old woman who lived with me spent a few years, and said that I was like his child, hey, I am a strong man and not a child who has left home without maturity, and a few women in the neighborhood still dragged my face and asked me.

Ask me what? Alas, I want to think about it. ”

muttered to himself, and Li Shuishan on the sixth-story stone window squinted and listened.

He pretended to have a wine glass in his hand and nodded at the moonlight, raised his hand and said, "Drink, I'll just say, there is a bar!"

And he said to himself:

"Ask me where I am, have you married a wife?

How could I not reply, just cough a few times, haha said: There is a wife on the other side of the mountain, recently passing by here, after a period of time, I also took my wife to live for a year and a half, and I honored my mother. I said this sincerely, because I was in a good mood to have an old mother for no reason.

I sat on the ground with a dung planer and laughed: the earth dog on the edge of the ground still leaked its mouth, chasing the hare on the edge of the deserted field, not a word. The old mother told me about the good wine left by the old man Xiao Wen: The wife is hidden under the counter, buried in the soil, waiting for you to taste it one day. I can count on the fact that the old man also has a hobby of stealing private money, but he has exchanged the money for fine wine.

What can I do if I die early? I drank it, and the wine was picked up and wanted to drink all night, and the old mother sat beside me quietly and watched and stroked my cheeks from time to time, and asked me: My baby, I have grown up a lot, but she is as thin as a stick, and her clothes are sloppy, as if the wind and rain have wiped away her childishness, leaving a dusty face.

If I tell the truth, I'm a wandering freak, and no one understands me. I didn't know anything, so I could only sit under the stage and watch the dancing girls sing, and watch the women throwing hydrangeas fall into the hands of the men who were laughing lewdly. I can only clap my hands and applaud like others, laughing heartbreakingly, and a few obedient words coming out of my mouth: Congratulations to the girl who chose a good man.

No one paid attention to my laughter, and they didn't understand my advice.

What I got was a greeting: Have you eaten enough today? Will you go to my place tomorrow to pick up dung? Is it because you are lazy to see whose woman? Hey, there is another dog over there like you?

The old lady's words made my heart soften for the first time in decades, I didn't want to leave, so I sat here and watched the moon shadow at first, and the daylight fell. At that time, the sun rose and set in the east and set in the west. As soon as I twisted my neck and put on a straw hat, I fell asleep like this, and when someone farmer farmed, I knew that I would come over another day, and my mother was still very close

The anxious call, this feeling is what I love the most.

Hey, what are you talking about?

I knew I had something in my head that I hadn't forgotten. Are you right or not?"

He looked at the moon again with his empty hands, his eyes were gloomy, and the ghosts and things on the side of the mountain looked at each other in horror, not daring to take a step forward, shaking his body.

"The crescent moon is crooked, my heart is sour, I have long wanted to drink such a glass of wine, bamboo forest wine, I don't know when I drank it?

The sound is in the air, falling in the mountain stream, echoing for a long time, Li Shuishan, who closed his eyes, looked at the moonlight, not only the two of them suddenly had more people sitting in the mountain stream, and the men and women who were holding the railing were looking at the moon, looking at the moon was a kind of emotion, a kind of memory.

The old madman didn't expect that the young man below was also here, but the mood and words of the moon completely flowed into Li Shuishan's ears, and he couldn't pull it out, and there was another sigh, and the pale words came again.

"My mother personally poured me full of wine, taking advantage of such a bright moonlight, I felt drunk after a sip, felt sour after two sips, and felt bitter after three sips, I had never drunk such a strong wine in my life, and penetrated my heart. The old lady shook it slowly, as if she felt that there was some residue in it, and I knew that the rice wine was sweet and had a strong stamina, as if the wind was blowing in the bamboo forest, which was that kind of broad feeling.

I was indeed so heartbroken that I drank up a jar of wine, leaving a clear burp. I lay in bed and thought of the spring and autumn flowers, but there was a lot of noise, and there was only one sentence in my mind and mouth: eat and drink enough. I'm satisfied, and so is my wife.

I could feel her gently touching my hair and saying to me: baby, no matter what happens in the future, don't be impulsive, don't run around, just stay at home and guard a few acres of abandoned fertile land, and eat enough in the future, don't worry about anything. She knew that I didn't have a wife, and she knew that I lied to her, but she touched her little head and rubbed it fiercely, a little unbearable, and her nose was sour and touched the old tears.

I could actually hear it, and the next day it was gone.

Where have I been? I thought about it, and by the way, I groped my way to an old ghost, and he was tall and powerful, and he didn't say I was lewd. I held the Yellowstone in my hand, stepped on the ground, and made a posture of throwing arrows through the sun, but I still fell into the cusp of the storm and scolded. A weird-looking, stuttering weird person insisted on boiling me in the pot, putting seasonings, and taking a mouthful of it, which was ugly and smelly and scared my legs weak, or the old mother's house was comfortable!

I smashed the bottom of the pot, escaped, met a monk seeking Buddha, and gave me a pair of discerning eyes to see through the prosperity of the world. I looked at it, there are so many little ghosts wreaking havoc in the world, broken and cold, making my heart tremble, following the robe to trace the traces of this person, who knows that a small fish fell in the distance, and there are big ghosts who have come out of the horns of the three dragons, touching the mouth that has not been wiped for a long time, and insulting me to eat, I am a bold and fat-skinned person, who dares to say so?

I kicked a rice field, punched a dragon breath spring, hit the dark ground, what do you say, buckle off one of the little dragon's teeth, put it on his chest and string it with a straw rope to ward off evil spirits. I knew that there were so shy men and women sitting on the edge of the field, and they were so cruel and loving that as soon as I walked over, they still couldn't see it.

I sat by the river and meditated, thinking about the scenery of my hometown, and wandering for decades! My original middle-aged and wealthy man has become a little white-haired old man, and I can't hook a fish, but I can only look at a few people leading the horses, and ask with a smile where did I come from?

The child refers to Xinghua Village.

It turns out that the place I passed by was called Xinghua Village!