Da Deyun

This world is full of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, a heavy rain and a dream.

Fame, wealth and sex are all pursuits; pursuits turn into regrets in the end.

People always stand on a high place and miss the small bridge and flowing water below the mountain.

Of course, there are exceptions. After halfway up the mountain, I don’t want to continue; I pack my bags and go back, stop at that thatched hut, and look at myself with nothing but smoke.

But it seemed like something was missing.

Qin Xiaoxian has always been like this: the teacher teaches, and the brothers support.

He lives freely and freely, and looks romantic and unrestrained.The fights are always endless, and there is no way to joke with the brothers, like a child who will never grow up.

It seems that he can talk to anyone. Zhang Jiutai always gets into the trap when he looks smart and upright. Even if you are really stupid, you can drink together until dawn.

When two people walk together, it is a heart-to-heart relationship; when three people sit together, it is a fate.

But if there is such a person, no matter what temperament they are, they can chat with each other and have fun, that is not a good way to say.

Lonely people can juggle.

Seal up your true self and create a few smiling faces that look impeccable and friendly.When it gets dark, go back to your own small place and enclose yourself.

The real self doesn't like to laugh, doesn't like to quarrel and doesn't love others.I feel that everyone in this world is a friend, and everyone is not a friend.The friendships around me are all because of getting along with each other for many years, and I can't find half of them who hit it off at first sight.

When everyone ascends, he also ascends, and when everyone gathers firewood, he also gathers firewood.

After crossing one mountain after another, this last one is close in front of us; after crossing, there is no cloud and mist to cover it, and all things can be seen in a panoramic view.

Qin Xiaoxian met a girl at the foot of that mountain. Seeing her in plain dress and silver hairpin, with the fragrance of flowers in her brows and eyes, she is clever and lively, which draws people's thoughts.

This road is full of green grass and fragrant tung flowers, without swords, swords, blood, fame and thorns.

Qin Xiaoxian was very happy, he held her hand and wanted to take her away, take her up to a high place together, and see the picturesque scenery.

Halfway there, she was tired.

They were not fellow travelers in the first place, those who should leave still have to leave, and those who should go alone still have to go alone.

He shouldn't be reluctant or sad, he should say goodbye with a smile and continue on his own way.

After all, for so many years, there are always many people around him, and he is always alone; there is nothing to miss.

But this time, he couldn't go on.

A person is in a daze, half asleep, half awake, unable to find a way out or reach the end.

In the past, I only thought that the world was unpredictable, and I didn't care about it and looked at the present; but now I feel that death is not as interesting as looking at the present and future.

He walked back, singing songs and stepping on the flowers, with the lingering fragrance still lingering in his chest.

He went back down the mountain again, looking at Jinger in front of him, he finally understood the reason why he couldn't go on.

When the person who was not there came, he held his heart and left again.

He lost one heart, so he lost three souls.

When the story was written into a book, the guest officials cried and felt sorry for hearing it, and turned around and said, "Treasure."

So he was alone again.

It's hard to say a few words.

He doesn't want to climb the mountain ahead, and he doesn't know if the scenery is picturesque; the person who can accompany him to see it is no longer there.

The stars and the wind last night are all from last night.

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September is here again.

In September last year, he was in Rongcheng, where he participated in the century-old Confucianism Festival Poetry Contest.

In September last year, Deyun Qitang became famous in Beizhili.

Last September, he left a marriage letter and made a vow.

In September last year, he opened the brocade box and added a wedding gown.

After jumping off Meiling, is he still alive?I am alive, I have lived for a long time, until this year.

The most terrifying thing in this world is not dying helplessly, but struggling to survive, not daring to fall asleep all the time.

Under the tung tree, someone said that in the afterlife, he realized that the person who had been holding on was just wanting to spend more time with him, at least to spend his birthday with him.

The fifth birthday of the first lunar month.

He died, on the morning of the sixth day of the first lunar month.When the snow stopped, the tung flowers in Qitang were no longer fragrant, so he followed suit.

Three souls and seven souls are gone.

It's September again.

It would be great if I could do it all over again, Qin Xiaoxian really wanted to live again, to be a mediocre person who was at ease all his life, guarding a small house with a tung tree in front of the house.

There is moonlight on the roof and Yuxi under the trees.

"Yuxi..."

He opened his mouth lightly, cautiously like a temptation; he hadn't heard this name for a long time, and no one mentioned it, including himself.

Others are afraid that he will be sad, and he is afraid that he will not hear a response.

No one would turn around and smile at him when they heard this name, trotted into his arms, hugged his neck and stood on tiptoe, saying: "Brother Xuan'er, I want to hear you sing."

Autumn outside is getting stronger, and the fallen leaves are falling at dusk, which makes me a little more sad; it is also the Qingxiao Pavilion that has been sad for a long time.

He finished class and was walking back.

He chanted a name under the tree, and then he felt that the fragrance of the flowers gradually blurred his eyes and made his nose sour.

"Grandpa..."

The voice was timid, full of fear and anticipation.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it was Qing Huan.

"Ah."

Qin Xiaoxian put down his book, swept his back robe, and sat down on the stone chair.

"I..." Qing Huan seemed a little flustered, and hurriedly explained: "The cook asked me to deliver food, she didn't intend to disturb you! Master..."

"Your hometown is near Xiangzhou."

He asked, as if recalling something, with a calm tone.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qing Huan was ecstatic, and said, "Longsu! I'm from Longsu, but Longsu is not as small as Xiangzhou, so it's easier to remember. Do you want to go out?"

When she was happy, she said a few more words. Seeing Qin Xiaoxian's indifferent expression, Qing Huan stopped laughing again, and stood aside obediently, not daring to say more.

"Go back," he said.

"Ah?" Qing Huan didn't seem to understand.

"Get the money from the housekeeper and go back to Longsu." He stood up, patted his cuffs, and picked up the book: "Before October, leave here and go back to live a free life."

"Master!" Qing Huan began to cry, not daring to chase after him: "I..."

Seeing Qin Xiaoxian's back disappear into the corner of the corridor.

This is the last side.

How can a small place like Longsu wait for him? I'm afraid there will be no day in this lifetime.

Xiangzhou.

It turned out that he only remembered Xiangzhou.

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"I drove away the idlers, you come back."

"I'll sing for you."