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    Author: Shi Yuchun

    The years are like running water, passing by in a hurry, slipping from the fingers, clear, clear, without marks, without leaving any stains.

    The days of studying have been over for nearly ten years. According to the saying "a life of seventy is rare in ancient times", ten years, think about it, is also a long period of time in the course of life.  However, every time in the memory, in the dreamland, in the chitchat when encountering the past, old love, and the past, I always feel that everything is still lingering in my mind, close in front of my eyes, and within reach.

    In the past, in the past, and from now on, I always firmly believe that Xiamen University should be the most beautiful mark in my life.  As Chen Ziang said, "the past does not see the ancients, and the future does not see the future." For me, this is probably the artistic conception, and it should be the only part of my life.

    By the Furong Lake, even if you are in a hurry, at that time, you can't forget to look at the lake water and the fish swimming in the lake.

    At that time, my interest in Qin Opera was strong.  With the sound of Qin opera music, every pore of my body is really comfortable-this is not an exaggeration, it is a fact of personal experience.

    In the spring of that year, once when I passed Furong Lake and saw fish swimming in the water, I suddenly remembered the aria from Xiao Yuling's "Flame Horse":

    "Goldfish, goldfish, fish swim together on the surface of the water. Falling flowers, falling flowers will not be happy" The melodious singing voice is fascinating; the soft and beautiful pictures are refreshing;  The love is intoxicating.

    With this paragraph, there is too much poetry in that spring.

    There are two or three times when passing by the lakeside, the spring rain is drizzling, dripping into the lake, and the swimming fish use their mouths to receive the comfort of the sky. The natural picture is really beyond the imitation of artificial intelligence.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, the libretto of Qin Opera and its clear rhyme, fish swimming in the lake, willows on the shore suddenly intertwined and collided in my mind, and it became a poem:

    Falling flowers frighten the scales in the pool

    There is this sentence, which I recited alone for a long time, as if I had found a treasure.

    Finally, I still feel a little lonely.

    I don't know how long it was, but finally, I found a mate for this sentence:

    ?Liang Yan's Cry of the Disabled Guest

    A single sentence is difficult to form, and two sentences are at least a couplet.  That spring, after having this couplet, the poetic flavor became stronger:

    ?Liang Yan cried in the disabled guest's dream,

    Falling flowers frighten the scales in the pool.

    This couplet, among all my poems and doodles, has become my two favorite lines, and it still remains.

    Many years later in the spring, that is, this spring, when it is often on the rise, I will continue my poetry graffiti.

    One morning, I got up very early.  I remembered these two sentences again.  Think about it, let's make a song.  So, one morning this year, there was the following song:

    ? "Reminiscing about the past with love in spring"

    ? Tossing and wandering incomparably next to each other, wasting time and old world of mortals.

    Acacia willows by Yiyi lakeside, melancholy people upstairs in Yuyu.

    ?Liang Yan cried to the dream of the disabled guest, and the falling flowers scattered the scales in the pool.

    Whoever wants to listen to new music plays music, but hates being alone in late spring.

    There are too many twists and turns, hardships, and loneliness in life

    Fortunately, there is still spring.

    Fortunately, there are still poems in spring.

    ? A spring with poetry, clear, bright and clean (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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