At the moment, my praise is green. I can't restrain its flourishing, like the grass in spring. A few glittering and translucent wings flew out toward the light. The light is like you, Long Fu Lake.

Spring is powerful. Water is as green as blue. Emerald fragrance. The sun sank to rest behind the hill. My god, how lucky I am to come to this vast green lake area. My body has just started to turn green and jointing. Its internal organs are just rich and huge.

Boating on the lake leads from one shore to the other. Arrive by plane. The fish jumped up like a flash of white clouds. Birds sing like a celebration of praise. The waves rippled like a long shining forest. The fingers of water kissed me and generously cleaned the dirt and rust that went deep into my bones. Don't treat me like a stranger.

The sound of water is solemn and continuous. Like a bell in the morning, like a drum in the evening. There is a sense of compassion and serenity in Sanskrit. Bless the living, multiply children and grandchildren, and live forever.

Men and women live by the lake, birds, ducks, geese and chickens live by the lake, cattail and reeds live by the lake, and carp, crucian carp, shrimp and crab live by the lake. People and things are adopted, settled and tolerated one by one. Lake Long Fu, like mom.

There was a slight crack, as if something had been opened. The fog rose like a dream, covering the lake. Many secret lips open and pour out their love: fish to water, bird to grass, I to you.

Let love love more, if it is a kind of grace.

Good as water. When the mountain is good, it floats on the Dragon Lake. A string of days hanging high by the lake is as complete as a red lantern.

Sijunzi wine

In April, I am a flame, and I arrived at the vast Sijunzi wine.

What a mellow wine, clearer than dew. Like a transparent fish, it swam into thirsty lips.

I witnessed its making. Like a long acacia, waiting for a person for a lifetime. It has to go through so many complicated processes: red sorghum is crushed. Recombination: mix with water, distiller's grains and auxiliary materials. Just like a man's marriage, the wedding night, a flesh-and-blood blind date, three wives and four concubines.

It is willing to be steamed and fermented with steam. Like wet sunshine rolling on the sea.

Then it will cool down, just like a reef sometimes has to keep calm and think about the waves. Then, as if love soothes love, the product must be love. Manna is as sexy as love.

Then, like a secret, it is filled into the altar, kept silent, cellared and fermented. In this way, with the bud of missing, waiting to bloom in a dark place, both sweet and bitter.

After a long time. Finally, one day, Leona, wearing a corolla and a shiny long skirt, came to wake it up. Since then, it has been endowed with divinity.

The sound of "pool" seemed like an enchanted spell was uncovered, and like a happy lightning, the wine was sprayed out. The world has rung the bell of life. Will definitely fall into the carnival of love.

Tonight, Bai Yue has holy petals, and I have a strange dream.

The wind is blowing. Covered with moonlight, starting from Sijunzi wine, look for traces of Li Bai, Du Fu, Gao Shi and Tao Yun.

More than 1000 spring, return along the original road. Those springs that have passed away for many years have been revisited and restored because of the four gentlemen.

I saw the table, paper, ink and wool all ready on the high half-moon platform. The wine was cut, divided into four parts and sat in the cups of four people. The sound of poetry and the sound of the piano are combined into one, elegant and luxurious.

I walked over without shyness and sat around the flowers with them.

The moonlight is full, just for fun. Until, I raised my glass and asked the moon, the film was divided into six people. Laughing and singing. They don't ask me where I came from or where I went. In front of Dionysus, we hit it off at once.

A few drops of sparkling wine are left on the lip corner, which is about to fall. Like something I haven't asked before, like something I can't reveal.

Shenshu

Benevolent people live long.

Is a benevolent person with a long life. Standing on the mottled and ancient street.

Like a fish escaping from the net, it broke through the impenetrable net of time. An ancient tree, reconcile with time and live together.

On its body, it wears the crown of "the tree of God". It is over 400 years old. More than 400? No one can tell the truth accurately. It seems that some mysteries have been taken away forever by the river that is gone forever. Ripples without echo.

Its body goes through the wall. The wall is the old wall of the old house in Shenyang. There are roots in the wall and thousands outside.

Now, its surname is Shen. In the past, it was surnamed Guo and Xu. Adopted by four owners back and forth, with four surnames. Time has carved a rich lineage on its wrinkled body.

This magical Lycium barbarum tree must have been kissed or hugged by a fairy. It knows how to bow humbly and pay solemn respect to the earth and the sky.

Its roots cling to Mother Earth's body. Rock-solid.

Under the protection of the heavenly father, its leaves are kept in an extended posture. Flexible.

Its trunk is bony, but full of vitality and strength, like a hard piece of metal. Fearless sincere confession: spread green branches, spread green leaves, open purple flowers and bear red fruits. Rain or shine. Year after year.

Ancient blood, undulating and winding in its body. The enduring green * * * is still as hot as ever. Like a green torch, it tells the fable of life.

On this sunny afternoon, I saw several new yellow buds sprouting from the roots of the old tree. Just like a rich man with rolling financial resources, he hides such a rich treasure of vitality in secret.

The spring breeze fiddled with the old wooden door facing the street. Branches and leaves hanging like jade beads have been rustled by the spring breeze for hundreds of years. The accumulated time, together with the sunshine, falls from the cracks in the branches and leaves and gathers in the palm of the tree.

Perhaps, it can't remember where the people coming and going under the tree came from and where they went. Even, its four owners, how many crops were harvested that year. Like wheat in the field, it stands up and falls down. Stand up, fall down ... only it will stand forever and live more like a person than a person. A soldier, a hero.

I look like a dwarf in front of a fearless old tree. Shame is like a tongue licking my heart. I'm ashamed.

Jiazhuchang

Late spring. A scroll of memory was opened, and it escaped from the antique, with a strong Ming and Qing lineage.

I'm the one crossing the street here. The sound of my hooves splashing on the bluestone board.

It's looking at me. I saw it. We stared at each other. What a coincidence.

Its eyes are full of alternating shadows of the sun and the moon; Its body is covered with moss of time.

It is a specimen of the times or times. This is the symbol of a country. It is a noun used to express wealth and status.

The Zhujiajian Courtyard, like an old red lantern, was held by Shan County, reflecting an ancient and blurred halo.

This lantern, which has seen the world for hundreds of years, shakes in the immortal wind. I looked up at the furry light. Like standing on tiptoe to spy on dreams. After all, I really can't see it. It is separated by a veil. The veil woven by Suo Yang in May is the past and the past.

From bottom to top, from east to west, my footprints are measuring its vast hinterland. Zhujiayuan, like an album scattered in the depths of time, allows people to open it with their feet and sign in page by page with their eyes.

What I can see clearly is its cinnabar appearance: through doors and windows, hollowed-out lattice windows, tall and straight colonnade, willow-wide stairs, narrow-footed railings, and even tiles replaced by front yards and sparrows, the skin is quaint cinnabar with gorgeous luster. Pieces of houses, the famous family and the richest landlord in those days, did not inherit the mediocre scarlet blood.

Its blue-gray skeleton and body are made of hard bricks and stones. Magnificent and spectacular, rising from the ground. Hold your head high in the form of a mountain. Side by side with the years.

Its head is covered with mandarin duck tiles. The hair crown is inlaid with complex architectural aesthetic contents such as cornices and arches, five mountains and six beasts, cat's head and mountains, steel forks and clouds. I am surprised that beauty is so deep and boundless.

The boudoir embroidered building hanging high on the second floor is so close to the sky and the background is so blue. Like wings eager to fly freely. It is full of charm and tenderness. On the old mahogany dresser, the bright mirror is still a mirror, but I can't see the shy smile of Iraqis anymore. The bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, the silks and satins cooler than time, must remember her heartache in "Love Species" and her beauty in "Red Makeup under the Moon".

The stage of proving your rich status is still there, but it has withered on the stalk of the years. Colorful costumes, plus robes with crests, held hands in the glass window to resist long silence. They have been away from brilliance and excitement for a long time. Who failed who?

In the yard, a lush hundred-year-old begonia is silently watching the world. Calm eyes, calm mind.

Most members of the Zhu family were born and died in the hospital. Just like the grass and trees in the field, following the law, spring comes lush and Qiu Lai withers.

Zhu, an anti-Japanese hero, and a famous educator ... On Zhu's genealogy, bright names lit up the family's glory.

Zhujiajian compound, stumbling. Rich, warm, sad and haggard. Today, although it is thin, it is also the folk culture center of Shan County. It is a failed garden, standing in the solemn memorial ceremony held for it by history. It's out of date, but it's decent.

At the moment, I am listening to its heartbeat. Time passes through its body, and it is as fast as a fly. Everything that walks on the earth is looking for its own meaning. An ancient house, I don't need to tell you, such as past lives.

It is like a silent container, filled with vicissitudes and pessimism in the world.

It's alive and kind. With the mutilated body after the robbery, I stood in a ray of light and accepted my current name: Zhujialouyuan. Like an enlightened Zen master.