Cangshan is like the sea, the setting sun is like blood...
Wu Zheng climbed up to the attic of his house and sat on the roof to watch the scenery. To the west of Chicheng is Riyue Mountain, and a round of sunset is hanging on the side of the mountain.
"My son, what are you looking at? It's time to eat." Xiao Qiao's head rose from under the eaves, looking at Wu Zheng with a curious expression.
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "Look at the scenery! Why didn't I find that the view from standing on the roof to see the scenery is so wide."
"The sun is going down..." Xiao Qiao looked at the sunset on the horizon, his face flushed with the sunset glow.
"Xiang Wan feels uncomfortable, and drove to the ancient plains. The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk."
"My son, what are you talking about?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Just hum and hum if nothing is wrong!"
Xiao Qiao shook his head, "But Xiao Qiao seems to have heard you read this poem before! The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk. There are only these two sentences, and today I heard you read the first two sentences. This is considered a poem. Yet?"
Wu Zheng was taken aback for a moment. He really didn't remember when he had read it. He turned around and smiled at Xiao Qiao: "Forget it, how come Xiao Qiao also likes poetry?"
Xiao Qiao said: "It's the young lady who likes the poems of the son. Last time I saw that I saw her write these two sentences in the booklet, and she said with a pity that there are only two sentences. Now that the poem is all right. When it’s alive, I have to write it down and tell the lady so I don’t forget it later."
Thousands of miles away in Shenmu Mountain, there is a beautiful scene in autumn, the rice in the field is ripe, the ginkgo is yellow, and I look up at a golden patch, and the sunset is so beautiful.
Song Feier in front of the window sill was also reading a poem: "The chill is mournful, late to the long pavilion, and the rain is first to rest. There is no way to drink at the door, and the nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges hair. Holding his hand to look at the tears, he was speechless and choked. Go, a thousand miles of smoke, the dusk of the mist is deep and the sky is wide.
Passionateness has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more naive, leaving the Qingqiu Festival coldly! Where to wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn and waning moon. After the past years, it should be a good day for nothing. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you more? "
Wu Zheng's family letter spanned thousands of miles, tossed and turned thousands of times, and finally came to Seinfeld's hands today.
Seinfeld was holding the heart of the book with tears in her eyes, but her heart was sweet and bitter. The grandfather who was thousands of miles away didn't know what was going on.
"Is the young lady thinking about Grandpa?" Xianger looked at Seinfeld, who actually missed Wu Zheng in her heart.
Seinfeld pointed to the letter paper and said: "He only knows how to write poems, I don't know if I can't understand it? I don't know how to write a little bit of vernacular, and it's okay to talk about the current situation! I don't know how he is doing now. Up."
"My uncle wrote poems, can you show it to me?"
"Can you understand it?"
"The homework my uncle left Xianger Xianger has been doing! Even if you don’t understand what it means, you should know the word Xianger so that Xianger can read it to Miss Xianger. With her wisdom, she will definitely be able to Understand what it means."
"Do you think you are only literate now? Tell you I know every word on it, but I don't know what he is talking about when connected together."
Xianger leaned over and took a look and said, "My uncle should be thinking about Miss."
Song Feier smiled slightly: "You think I can't see this, but what's the use of just seeing a word of thought? It's really worrying if you don't know his current situation."
"This..." Xianger said, "My uncle should have had a good time."
Song Feier asked in a daze, "How do you know?"
"Where do you wake up tonight? Isn't it just saying that Grandpa is drunk? It must be nice to have a drink."
"Really? Is there any more?"
"Also... Uncle and the others must be colder than ours. Look at this, it says chilly and late to Changting. When the weather is cold, the cicadas will be frozen to death, and uncle is now living in a big house, otherwise why would there be Changting?"
Song Feier couldn't help but said: "The mansion? He was arrested by Ye Dongcheng, how could he live in the mansion?"
"Miss, don't you know what the uncle is capable of? As long as Ye Dongcheng doesn't kill him in the first time, hey, hey... How could the uncle die? I said that I don't care about my uncle's ability... (this chapter) Finish)