Moth

He held another jar of wine and stood still at the door, trying his best to appear calm and calm, and said, "Do you want to drink?"

Lu Hanzhang stood motionless.

His last memory of the person in front of him is that shocking blood.He still can't let go of that scene until now, now, when he sees Liu Changzhou standing not far away again, he realizes that hugging him is a matter that requires courage—that person seems to be so tender when touched by someone. In the fallen appearance, the belt and sleeves of the robe fluttered, as if about to ride the wind to return.

Liu Changzhou waited for a long time with a jar of wine, but didn't even get a word. He pondered on the spot for a while, as if he wanted to understand something.

He sighed, put the jar of wine under his feet, broke off a branch from the plum tree beside him, and stepped onto the roof along the stone steps on the side of the Hall of Bugui, and said from a distance: "I saw you before." The way I look is the way you see me now."

He used the branch to make a gesture that looks chic but has zero attack power. He tilted his head and said, "The last trick my master taught me was 'Once Upon a Time'. I can't play well, I think... I should be able to play well now, let me show you."

The past and the past came one after another, and those past experiences that were so heavy and sad that they could not be touched rushed up together, turning into a magical force that filled his blood that seemed to be drying up day by day, endowing him with the strength and desire to continue looking forward to the next dawn.The lightness of the weight contained in every move, came late after so many years of absence, making every movement of him feel freehand and romantic.

In the end, fighting against iron horses and holding swords to the end of the world disappeared for a while.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned around and looked at the scenery of thousands of miles below him, threw the branch, stood up straight unconsciously, and said, "Can you come up and pick me up?"

Lu Hanzhang's heart moved, he opened his arms, and smiled slowly: "Jump down by yourself."

Liu Changzhou nodded, jumped down without saying a word, and immediately crushed Lu Hanzhang who was standing on the ground.He pressed his ear not too itchy, and said, "Where have you been for so long?"

Lu Hanzhang put his arms around him and said, "I went to see my old friends in the gate of ghosts, and they kicked me back."

Liu Changzhou leaned forward and kissed him, and said with a smile, "It suits me very well."

He thought of the calligraphy and painting that his master had hung in Peiwei Hut in Longmen Mountain. After many years, he finally understood between the lines——

I am ashamed to carry a dagger alone, really looking at the mountains.

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The author has something to say:

Qingqin horizontal bed, half pot of turbid wine. —— Tao Yuanming

The stand-alone version of JJ, which is full of nonsense, bloody, immature plots, and misused ancient poems, is all over here. I would like to thank every friend who contributed clicks, but I think they should all be hands-on. slippery~

In the comments, a friend asked if the name of the article was "Kun". If that friend was not forced to leave the article by the author's writing, please read here~

The long-winded and long-winded babble in the text forced a lot of nonsense, and there are only two things to extract: one is the relationship between people, and the other is the relationship between people and nature.

In terms of the relationship between people, Liu Changzhou is the minister of the monarch and his ministers.

In terms of the relationship between man and nature, man must bow down to nature.

The two hexagrams of Qian and Kun are the hexagrams of the 64 hexagrams in "Yi", Qian is the way of the monarch, and Kun is the way of the minister. This is the first meaning.The second meaning is that Kun’s hexagram virtue is "shun", "what does the world think and worry about? Different paths lead to the same goal, one thought and one hundred worries, what does the world think and worry about?" It means that everything in the world has its own one. The same is true of the development trajectory and history, just like the "birds are exhausted" in the article, perhaps there is no reason for this trend, it is purely a historical necessity.

Of course, given that the author's level is too low, he didn't express these things very clearly, and let the name "Kun" suffer the injustice of being a big talent, a little... Xiaoyong, and I apologize to the name of the article here.

Finally, goodbye by fate!