The hibernating insects are about to wait for the Ming Dynasty,

The tide of seeing off guests with rain shallowly follow the river.

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

I don’t know how to sigh for the young spring years.

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When I got closer, I found that the white "candied haws" in the man's hand was soft, and a sweet black viscous liquid flowed out of it... It was a dumpling connected with bamboo sticks!

The man thought that the man was going to use this string of good dumplings to play with the child and looked at the man in amazement and put the bamboo stick on the ground.

Each person and the immortal were stunned for a while, but did not close his mouth slightly in shock, but he was seen by the man who turned around.

Seeing that one person and one immortal stared at the "sugar haws" in his hand and looked shocked, how could that person not understand the reason? He smiled and explained, "This is to stick to the bird's mouths so as not to steal food."

"It seems that you have never planted the land, right? In fact, this is just a psychological comfort. If you feed them with this, you may really avoid birds stealing it." After saying that, he sneered, and a bit of scholarly aura in his honesty - this is true in Jiangnan, everything is full of mist and rain.

As we came and went, we met the poet again. We were just another poet with our friend on the passenger ship. A hint of loneliness flashed in our eyes, and then there was a sense of open-mindedness and clarity. The old friend went to the future and was invited by a university in the north to be a visiting professor. He received a high salary to study poetry. He had the same opportunity to be there, but the poet refused in front of the poet.

The poet did not regret it, and he could not let the mountains and rivers go wild, which would be a huge loss for the poet. I don’t know how many years I have to waste, and it would be difficult to write a poem that satisfies him. Instead, it would be an irreparable regret.

The blue and blue waves of autumn water are slightly cold. The passenger ships are rolling towards the distance along the river. The Cangshan Mountains, which are born on both sides of the shore, cannot stop the long passing of the river.

The friend had to take the train directly to the north, but in order to say goodbye to his old friend, he took a special boat, but unexpectedly it caused a scene of farewell in Chinese. The friend of the poet wanted to call him and quit his job, who had not yet taken it.

Although those people miss their old friends, they still hope to visit the mountains and rivers together when they were young, singing and expressing their feelings. However, since the old friends accepted the invitation, they should not have sweared and violated the contract for this point in their hearts.

There is naturally loneliness and desolation in parting, but people have their own ways and need to go there separately. Then the poet does not pretentiously, nor does he want to comfort himself like the ancients: "Inaction is on the road of the way, and children share the scarf."

Everyone is going to the bright future, and everyone has their own way of living! Although it is rare to find a confidant, it is definitely not a place to find it. Instead of believing in the sadness of the ancients: "I advise you to have a glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any friends." It is better to admit that the rather heroic sentence: "Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, who in the world doesn't know you?"

When you see a familiar younger generation, a hint of "time makes people grow old" in the poet's heart. Just like the waves of the river flowing through the previous waves, there will always be a new generation of people instead of the previous generation, and the glory of the past will be inherited by future generations.

After seeing the loneliness that had just passed in the poet's eyes and knowing that the poet missed his old friend, Jiuzhou asked: "Uncle, there are so many sad autumns in ancient poems. Is it a pity that people have passed by the age of time, just because they are not successful?"

"It's not the case. Poets often lament that their lives are early in autumn. They often cannot let go of the glory of the past. Who knows that those things that have been passed by have already happened? Since they have seen dozens of spring shimmering, why should they lament the arrival of autumn?"
Chapter completed!