Qingfengling

Is it good for hiding? "

"Wonderful! This trick is really wonderful!"

Everyone was silent as soon as they heard it, the world is true and false, whether life is a dream or a dream is life, who knows!

"However, in fact, you don't need to work so hard at all. The national fortune of the Song Dynasty is not the sum of the personal fortunes of each commoner. If you want the national fortune to be prosperous, you only need to let every commoner live a good life!"

"Yes yes yes!"

A group of people were in full swing, and the farce finally came to an end.The thin man by the window took a sip of phlegm out of the window, drank another sip of tea, his hazy eyes suddenly brightened and dimmed a lot, then he pointed at the bridge and said to the white-faced scholar who was also driving and retreating, "You Look, so many people, year after year, day and night, get up early and be greedy and busy, what are you trying to figure out?! It’s not money! Money! Money! Money! Money!” The scholar nodded, “‘People die for money, Birds die for food'. Who doesn't love money, because it's impossible to move forward without it."

The thin man sighed deeply, "As long as you find this treasure, you can spend it, enjoy it, and feel proud! And this penniless, powerless person is like a wooden fish in a nunnery, ready to be beaten. !"

The scholar followed his hand and looked at the end of the bridge. Farmers and vendors were carrying loads of loads for sale. The bearers gritted their teeth and carried the sedan chair and changed shoulders from time to time. There was also the tracker under the bridge, shirtless and hunchbacked. Morning dew was still wet with sweat on the skirts of the clothes, and she used her breastfeeding strength to bring the boat to shore, but it was still unavoidable to be scolded and whipped from time to time by the foreman.People are so insignificant, so humble in front of the horizontal axis of money.

The scholar sighed, and his eyes were as dim as the mist-shrouded river, "Oh, the prosperity of the world is for profit; the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit."

"Fame and wealth are retting on the water, and the beauty is exposed among the flowers on the temples!"

Even if the romantic characters through the ages are just the talk of future generations, who really cares about the sorrows and joys of the people in the play?Who needs to care?It's better to wait for the tide to rise at the Pukou and watch the rain pass over the col! '

At the Luojiang Ferry, passers-by still come and go in a hurry as usual, carrying the hustle and bustle of the world, people ferry, dock, ferry, dock, no one stops, it seems that they are always on the road.It is said that the lower reaches of the river here is Qiantang, Yan Ziling's crying at Diaotai has long been silenced, and the old man who ferryed Wu Zixu has long since disappeared. Only the river water reaches the end of the sky!