Wind, think

You will come and go quietly. Wrinkling a pool of spring water, a few green land?

On the bank of the south bank, on a small boat, a white-haired old man with his back is isolated, and his back is as clear as the mountains. His surroundings are a lazy early spring scene. "The grass is close to the sky but there is no." A few new greens are dotted on the earth that is half-awake and sleepy. But his slightly tired eyes reflected another sky. Under the sky is a completely different scene. It seems that it is not the night, everything is bathed in the sun. The hawkers on the street are screaming and screaming, and the couples in the suburbs join hands, and more importantly, the relatives who think about him... He has been looking into the distance like he has been in the heart of his heart. Places and relatives whisper, and friends with wine.

For a long time, he only sighed to the bright moon and Xu sighed "Spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when the moon will shine according to me." Year after year, the spring breeze is green all over the south bank of the river. That period of time has been dissipated by the wind in the time. Only the sigh that penetrates the millennium is as warm as you are.

The same month and night, not as cold as before, but a little more joy of the festival. "Dongfeng night puts thousands of trees, but it blows away, and the stars are like rain." Sitting under a thousand trees, a man, his white frost, but the vitality of the eyebrows still exudes a compelling light. "鬓微霜, why not?" He held the glass and kissed the moon in the sky. The wine reflected a face that was very similar to him. He drank it all, and his face showed a joy from the inside out, no matter outside. The fireworks are bright, the cups are jingling, and they don't care about the many shackles. He fills the glasses, drinks alone for the moon, and treats the moon as someone in the distance. Ren Qiufeng talks to himself. Drunk, his madness became more and more "I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qiulou Yuyu," he said, his face showed an unstoppable sad look. Perhaps in the face of this full moon, what he needs most is his relatives. Of course, he did not get back in the wind, but this rant, riding the wind, drifted far and far.

"Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently". "How much do you know when you come to the wind and rain?" "Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and the high-rise building, looking at the end of the road." How many verses rise from the wind, with the wind, how many stories disappear in the wind... ...

The wind is coming, quietly going, dissipating some, and depositing some.

Zhangzhou District, Zhangzhou District, Jiangxi Province, the first three days of Yongzhou: always close