Huanxi Sha Su Shi s process of begging for water Expanding

Then ask someone nearby for a cup of tea. He doesn't seem to have much knowledge of the state, it is true that in the ups and downs of his career, he has always been so unruly and easy to meet! However, there were few people in the suburbs, and it took a while to come across a thatched hut.

He pinned his hopes on the hut in the wilderness to quench his thirst and fatigue, so he knocked on the door with hope, but his mood was apprehensive - it was the busy season of farming, and he wondered if the master was at home? At last the old woman came to answer the door, and he pleaded in a modest tone, and of course he drank a bowl of cool well water that the people had held for him in their hands, and his sleepiness and longing turned into joy and satisfaction in an instant, and his spirits were lifted. Then, after receiving the warm hospitality of the villagers, this Zhizhou, who loves the people and thanks the rain for the people, finally regained his spirit and went on the road.

Just when the jujube tree is in the season of flowers, the jujube flowers are golden, although they are small, but the fragrance hits people, passing through the jujube forest, the falling jujube flowers will sprinkle people all over the body. The jujube flowers fell on the clothes towel, making a rustling sound. The sound of the jujube blossom falling on the towel was slight, but it was so real in my ears.

Mulberry leaves are fero, spring silkworms have been harvested, at the moment every family is boiling silkworms, and the strange fragrance of boiled silkworms floats in the air. The sound of reeling cars came from the south and north of the village, and it must have been a busy scene. Under the ancient willow tree, an old farmer in simple clothes is resting, and he is carrying cucumbers to the countryside to sell.

On the day the cucumbers are on the market, when the wheat turns yellow, the hearts of the farmers who are immersed in the midsummer harvest sonata will surely be filled with joy. They will be glad that the heavens are beautiful, in the spring drought.

The year gave them a good rain, so that the crops were saved, and at last there was a harvest. They may be even more fortunate to have a good Taishou who led the crowd to pray for rain during the great drought, sincerely moved the heavens, prayed for rain, and help.

The people are in the midst of fire and water. This Taishou is none other than me, it's time to go to the old place to worship the gods and thank you.

The worship of the gods was accompanied by a banquet of pleasure between the government and the people, and I was toasted and could not refuse, so I drank a few more glasses. The neighbors were so enthusiastic that I couldn't excuse myself, although I was slightly drunk, but.

My heart is warm. I got up and walked village after village, at this time it was already high and hot, and people were dry and dry, plus they were sleepy from wine, and their drowsiness also came up, and they couldn't help but think of quenching their thirst with tea and refreshing themselves with tea. I am also worried that during the busy farming season, there will be no one in the farm, and it will be inconvenient for me to enter the farm.

The stream is gurgling at the bottom of the mountain, and the bluegrass by the stream pulls out the buds and spreads and soaks in the stream. The sandstone path between pines and cypresses is clean and mud-free after being washed by the spring rain. It was dusk, and the rhododendrons in the pine forest were crying in the drizzle.

The river does not return, just as a person's youth is only once. If the stream can flow westward, why can't man regain his youth? Even in the twilight of life, there should not be that kind of "yellow chicken urging dawn" and the declining mentality that Zhu Yan has been lost.

You Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near the Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. ——The inscription is to visit the Qingquan Temple in Qishui, the temple is next to the Lanxi, and the stream flows to the west.

Is it still a dream, in the dream, the little girl is swinging a light skirt, there is a clear stream flowing between her white feet, she rolls up her sleeves, uses the skirt as a cradle, holds a group of water, black hair sets off the sense of elegance of the tulle white dress, and a small flower is inserted in her ear, the small flower is similar to the smile.

It's always a dream, and the little girl seems to be right next to me, but I can't find her ....... Neon lights flickered in the temple, dotting the night, and a dark cloud in the night resembled the little girl, and a crystal clear tear flowed from the corner of her eye. The little girl confided in me in the dream that her mother had been wronged by her husband, and that her explanation was nothing more than a quibble in the eyes of adults.

She scooped up the mud and sand in the road, the mud and sand seemed to be muddy, and there were a few clear sand stones. She said that it was the sand that kept the dirt out of the world, and the sand and stone were exceptionally beautiful.

I don't really understand, how can there be such a thing in the mud and sand......

The girl lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

You Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near the Lanxi, and the stream flows eastward. Anyway, the age of innocence and childishness has passed. ”

Some poets love life and are open-minded and optimistic.