The world is Kyushu, and the rivers and mountains are clear. Since the Tang Dynasty swept away Liuhe and unified the four seas and eight wildernesses, the world was divided into the regions of Hebei, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Henan, Liang and Yongjiuzhou. It is the border of the four directions of Middle-earth. In today's world, the heyday of the Tang Dynasty is the most powerful empire in the world. The country is dangerous and the people are attached, and the soldiers are elite and general. The rest of the foreign countries are all congratulated by the Quartet. Go to Chang'an, the imperial capital, and worship the supreme majesty of the great powers.

And those foreign envoys from the Southern Barbarians and even from the West wanted to reach the imperial capital Chang'an, then they must first enter the border of Middle-earth from the border of Southern Yunnan. All the way to the north to worship. And above Zhongzhou, a region on the edge of Guizhou is an important place that extends from south to north. Many Burmese envoys, Tianzhu envoys, etc., if they want to go to Chang'an City to meet the Tang King, then they must pass through an ancient city in this Qiandi, which is called the ancient city of Tangling.

The history of the ancient city of Tanglin has a long history, and if you calculate it carefully, there will be more than 2,000 years until the present day. Because of the longevity and antiquity of the ancient city of Tanglin, even many old people can't figure out when the aborigines here migrated here to settle here. However, Tanglin is located at the junction of the south and north of Guizhou, and thousands of years ago, it was an important passage for the Han people and Hu people to come and go from the south to the north.

The ancient ancient city of Tanglin stands silently at the junction of the south and the north, and has seen the vicissitudes of the world for thousands of years. Despite the changes in the world, the people of Tanglin still retain their ancient style and traditional customs.

In the stone bridge of the ancient path, a handsome and chic young man in green cloth clothes stepped on the afterglow of the sunset, waded through thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to the outside of this ancient city of Tanglin. Take a seat atop this elegant pavilion on the old bridge. He saw that this place was accessible from north to south, and the four fields were full of beautiful mountains and rivers, and places of interest and historic sites. Even the ancient wind pavilion on the bridge where he sat at this time was built extremely elegantly. Sitting in the pavilion, you can vaguely hear the sound of the piano around the beam, which is fresh and elegant, and it is intoxicating.

This stone bridge is called the Sage Bridge. The ancient pavilion on the bridge for passers-by to rest, called Fengyi Pavilion. Under the bridge is the Qingshui River, which surrounds the ancient city and flows endlessly. The Qingshui River runs from north to south, and its source originates from the Yangtze River estuary in Jingzhou. And the story of the Sage Bridge has also been passed down through the ages. When the imperial examination is flourishing today, it is said that in the ancient city of Tanglin in the past, there has never been a scholar who won the examination. Before the Tang Dynasty ascended the throne and became the emperor, he also traveled all over the world, and it happened that the holy car came, and the first stop was to the south, and came to the ancient city of Tanglin full of ancient charm.

The Tang King is virtuous, and he has seen that the feng shui here is still good, but he has never been a talented person. So he gave mercy and ordered the magistrate to build a stone bridge leading to the north and south here, which was named the Sage Bridge by the Tang King himself. The ancient pavilion by the bridge is also the meaning of taking the phoenix to the ceremony, and it is called the Fengyi Pavilion. After the ancient bridge was built, sure enough, in one year, the ancient city of Tanglin walked out of a hundred students. They are all outstanding in the imperial examination and have made great contributions to the strength of the country.

The matter of the Tang King repairing the bridge and giving it a name spread throughout the world and Kyushu in a few days. In order to come here to see, a large number of people from all directions poured in, all of them were proud to chant poems on the side of the Sage Bridge and the Fengyi Pavilion. Therefore, between the four pillars of Fengyi Pavilion, there are full of famous sentences left by literati and ink writers. But there is no amount of ink, and it can't cover the couplet left by the prime minister on the pavilion pillar. Among them: swept away the smoke of Wuxi, the Han made the floating chariot support the bucket out, split the heavy post road, and the Burmese rode elephants across the bridge.

On the night of this day, everything was silent, and the peaceful and peaceful style of this ancient city was also in my eyes. Lu Yang sat on the Fengyi Pavilion, looking at the river scenery below, the river below presents the unique characteristics of Qiandi, which is the emerald blue color, and the center of the river is the fisherman who returned late in the boat to row by, surrounded by the sunset skylight, this scene seems indifferent and freehand, extremely rich in the unique life atmosphere of the residents in the ancient city.

When Lu Yang was fascinated by the moving scenery of the ancient city, the surroundings became noisy. It turned out to be a group of children in indigo clothes and student costumes, running up to the Sage Bridge in pairs. Just because there was a drizzle in the sky at some point, in the drizzle, the blue shirts of this group of students were wet, and they stepped on the stone bricks on the bridge that were wet by the raindrops, held up paper umbrellas, and ran in the direction of home in the rain.

At the other end of the Sage Bridge, there is a cave world where cultivators participate in meditation and enlightenment. In the midst of the green vines that drooped down, there was the closed doorway. The dusty plaque is impressively carved with the three small characters 'Yellowstone Cave'. This cave is built in the belly of the mountain, from the other end of the Shengxian Bridge to the Huangshi Cave, only to see the drizzle, a faint residual smoke floating in the center of the heavy mountain, but also this mysterious cave world, adding a touch of antiquity and mystery.

Lu Yang sat in the pavilion and saw these students running through the old mountain gate ancient path of Huangshi Cave against the rain and mist that was gradually pouring down. I can't help but feel a lot of emotion. These new students are greeted with a new future and life. The closed ancient mountain gate of Huangshi Cave still stayed silently in place. This kind of interweaving of the old and the new, the encounter between the old and the future. It made him comprehend something that was not understood by others.

Past and future, what happened when I was young was always ignorant and unadulterated. Every time you become mature on the road of life, you must go through some hardships to grow. Only by accumulating layers of the past can the future become stronger. But the things of the future cannot be explored, and there are always endless possibilities and endless unknowns waiting for people to seek.

Time is gone. Those who have passed away will always be missed. But there are joys and sorrows in the future. It seems that only by guarding the innocent past and then having the confidence to face the unknown future is the kind of mentality that people need to maintain the most. Perhaps in this life, just like these students who are running forward in the rain, looking for the true meaning of life in the pouring rain of life, every journey is a story and poem worth remembering in life.

The sound of rain fell on the mottled green bricks of the stone bridge, and the rain flowed through the cracks in the bricks, and the students running on the sage bridge were long gone. However, there was a young boy who did not leave. He leaned down and was beside an old lady with silver threads. With the only paper umbrella in his hand, he blocked the downpour that kept falling in the sky for her.

Grandma is over the age of old, and there are ripe loquat trees in the flat pole beside her. The old man is old, and he is counting on the loquat and begonia fruit sold in his home to make a living. But a rainstorm came suddenly, and her rickety figure in the wind and rain became more and more old and weak. The wind and rain howled, wetting her clothes, making her whole body tremble helplessly in the wind and rain.

She would pick loquat all day long and sell it by the Sage Bridge. A pound of sweet and delicious loquat is only three copper coins, but she supports a family and his lovely little grandson. Her youngest grandson studied in the only school in the ancient city. Every night, when I came home, I listened to my grandson recite a few passages of the "Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names". It was the happiest moment of the day for grandma. She often points to the distant galaxy and tells the ancient stories for her little grandson who can't sleep.

She just wants to love her grandson more. This child has not had the love of his parents since he was a child, and he has been raised by his grandmother since he was a child. Along the way, there have been ups and downs. I didn't feel tired. But the years are not forgiving, and grandma's silver hair is getting more and more. From the time when the grandson fell asleep in his grandmother's arms to the days when he was able to run happily, his grandmother has become old, and sometimes she walks on the mountain road with her burden, and she will stop and breathe for a while because of her physical exhaustion.

The large raindrops wet the little grandson's neat clothes, but he held up a paper umbrella for his grandmother in the wind and rain. So that the heavy rain that day no longer makes his grandmother feel cold. I don't know when, the corners of my grandmother's eyes moistened, and she looked at her little grandson lovingly in her cloudy eyes, he grew up and was sensible. In the wind and rain, the figure of the old and the young leaning against each other made Lu Yang's eyes a little red.

He has never been loved by his relatives since he was a child, and the only one who is good to him is his master Lu Hengchuan. But even so, his master left him when he was still young. In his heart, he has always been envious of the children who are loved by his relatives. His lonely figure traverses the ages, coming from nowhere, and going nowhere. Although at this moment, he hurried to Kamigawa City day and night, but in his heart, he was generally lonely and lonely.

Lu Yang has seen a lot of children, they have the love of their parents and the care of their teachers. But their minds are confused by the dust of the world. Disrespect for teachers and parents. On the contrary, I think that this rebellion is a manifestation of individuality. Maybe when they were young, they weren't like that. But when they grow up, they become a self they don't know. They have lost the kind thoughts that are not stained with dust when they are innocent.

At this time, Lu Yang silently watched the old and the young in the rain, in the rain, this touching scene seemed to have passed through thousands of years of time and became an indelible mark on the side of the sage bridge. Perhaps in this ruthless world, we need to warm those who are silently paying in the heavy rain with love, they are under too much pressure on their shoulders, and as children, they should do something for the older generation.

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