"Heaven and earth are like the reverse journey of all things Time is like the passers-by of hundreds of generations Life is like a dream, there are many joys and there are many joys"
In Sioux City in June, after the season of revival of all things, it has entered the month of blooming flowers and colorful colors. The catkins flying all over the sky seem to be blowing away the remaining time with the last trace of their strength.
The catkins are all over the sky, looking like snow. This scene is beautiful, like snowflakes in summer, floating in the sky. If the wind is stronger, the catkins will dance more densely and flutter, just like a rootless life. It is beautiful at the same time. Blooming with a hint of unspeakable sadness.
They seem to have no home, and like wanderers who have left their hometown, they can only move with the wind. In the end, they don¡¯t know where their fate is, and they don¡¯t know where they will be blown by the wind. Perhaps on the river, they become the water and sky in the eyes of tourists. The scene, or perhaps it fell to the ground, merged with the dust, rolled into a ball, and was swept densely by the wind.
Their destiny is the wind. Different winds give them different lives.
There was a wisp of catkins, white and flowery, gently dancing in the air, and landed on the raised right palm of a young man in white standing on the head of a small boat.
The young man held the wine flask in his left hand, took a big sip, and spoke the heroic poem. His voice was not loud, but he conveyed a sense of freedom and ease as if he was searching for the end of the world.
Behind the young man, there was a middle-aged man wearing a bookboy's attire. The man had a sad face and a look of reluctance. Almost every time the young man took a sip, the middle-aged man felt more heartbroken.
"A pot of osmanthus wine costs seven coins. It's expensive. It's really too expensive! One sip is equivalent to half a coin"
The catkins that fell on the young man's hand stopped for a moment, and seemed to have not reached the end. There was a faint sigh echoing, and it flew from the young man's hand again, drifting past his eyes, flying towards the distance, dazedly, and also revealed a trace of madness. It means, as if knowing that one's own life will end, running towards the place where he will return to the ruins without any fatigue.
Next to the river bank, there is a peach blossom forest. At this moment, the catkins are flying, and the peach blossoms are dotted. After the wind, the flowers fall into the river, floating on the water, rippling with the waves.
"Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and light peach blossoms float with the water." Wang Lin drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and his laughter echoed.
In addition to the boatman and the master and servant, there were also three women in beautiful clothes on the boat. One of the three women played the piano and the other two sang and danced. The boat passed along the river and was accompanied by catkins all over the sky. A series of stone bridges across the river pass under the bridge and go away leisurely.
"Dafu, get some wine!" Wang Lin laughed and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.
Dafu grimaced, sighed and picked up a bottle of wine from the side, reluctantly handed it to Wang Lin, and almost cried.
"Young master, we really don't have much money this time We are here at Zuhuafang, we are buying wine, and we are accompanied by these three little ladies. The daily expenses are too high or If not, let's go ashore and find a cheap inn to save some money." At this time, baolaixsw. com Zhang Si
"What's the rush? The person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet." Wang Lin shook his head and smiled, took the wine bottle and took another sip, then sat aside and listened to the pretty woman stroking the strings and playing the music. The soft sound of the piano, which revealed a hint of joy, fell on Wang Lin's ears, but it still made it impossible for him to integrate into his mind.
"Young master, this time I took out all the things I had hidden in my private collection. You, yougrandma's, I've calculated it. If we continue to spend like this, in seven days, we will have to beg for food!!"
It¡¯s been over a month, it¡¯s been over a month, who are you waiting for? Why haven¡¯t you come yet? "Dafu was extremely heartbroken and kept nagging beside Wang Lin like he was sincere.
Perhaps he looked very interesting, which made a woman beside him, who was tired from dancing and resting, cover her mouth and smile.
Dafu¡¯s eyes widened and he glanced at the woman. After muttering a few words, he simply picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips.
"I want to drink more, this is good wine, half a mouthful"
"The sound of the piano is still not right." Wang Lin leaned on the side of the boat and shook his head gently. After a while, he drank a little too much. He got drunk and got up and walked to the woman playing the piano. He put his right hand on the guqin. The woman was pretty. His face turned red and he quickly took his hands off. 强牺 baolaixsw.com 读牺
"I remember a piece of music that was unknown, but I heard it in my dream. She should have played it like this" Wang Lin whispered, closing his eyes, and slowly played the guqin with his right hand.
It was full at firstMet this old man.
"This doesn't make sense I know about the Soul Refining Sect, and I can even vaguely guess that the person who appeared in the Soul Refining Sect hundreds of years later is me in the dream However, all this has already been revealed to me. Enlightenment, but why don't I see him here" Wang Lin's eyes showed deep confusion, he couldn't figure it out, and even he was getting more and more blurred at the moment.
As Wang Lin became confused, the boat drifted further and further away.
Seeing that Wang Lin didn¡¯t answer, the old man on the stone bridge shouted again with a smile.
"Young man, tell me what you think is cause and effect."
"Cause and effect I am the cause, I am the effect" Wang Lin's voice came slowly, and slowly disappeared as the boat went away.
The old man in blue, Su Dao, had a smile on his face. He looked at the boat disappearing from his eyes and looked back at the students behind him.
Control the big one and control the owl. "What's his name?"
The next chapter will be slower. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, happy holiday everyone. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!)