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Chapter 197

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    Ji Xu and Zhang Jin were lying together on the small bed on the deck of the ship.

    Ji Xu was already tall, and he himself took up half of the bed, so Zhang Jin had to be careful on his left side, not daring to turn over easily, for fear of accidentally falling off the bed.  Even so, Zhang Jin was also deeply satisfied to feel the tenderness of the tall man.

    [1] "Xi Qiuhua. Qixi Festival" by Wu Wenying.

    Dewy spider silk,

    The small building is overcast and the moon is falling, and the autumn is startling.

    Gong Leu was young, and Tin Chai hated it at that time.

    The dream of the world is separated by the west wind,

    ? In the sky, the time is fleeting.

    ? When they meet, they are estranged and won, but Wu Yang is not sure.

    Where is the cool news.

    Listening to the phoenix trees in the dew well, Chu Sao becomes a rhyme.

    The colorful clouds are broken and the green feathers are scattered. It's hard to ask.

    The eternal sound of autumn in the Milky Way,

    But Wangzhong and Wuxing are clean and moist.

    Qingjun.  Degree lily needle, diffuse pull square inch.

    Zhang Jin asked: "Brother, you said just now that one year is underground and one day is in the sky. The Qixi Festival is held once a year in the human world, so wouldn't the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every day?"

    "Calculated in the sky, it can indeed be counted as 'a moment of youth in the sky', but the construction and appearance of the magpie bridge are counted in terms of days on earth." Ji Xu sighed, "When it comes to time, how has time ever spared anyone?  That Qixi lover wasting his time, not knowing if it is a legend or if it really exists."

    "Whether it's true or not, the romantic story has passed through countless times, and it's still moving until now"

    "The story of our Han people is nice!"

    "It's so romantic!" Zhang Jin lost sleepiness, and asked again, "I just don't know, the romantic things that Zhinu did in the world in the past, now thinking about it, do you regret it? Do you feel 'like a dream in the world'?  Starling, tell me, is she awake from her dream?"

    "Many people have written love poems about Cowherd and Weaver Girl, but I only love Wu Wenying's "Xi Qiu Hua"."

    "I've read his poems too, which one does mynah like?"

    "That sentence 'The dream in the world is separated by the west wind'!"

    "Why do you like this sentence?"

    Ji Xu sighed and said: "I don't know when I started to believe that nothing in this world can last forever, just like a dream, just like the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is just a poignant legend to me, cool as the west wind, beautiful as the  painting.

    ? Time goes by, time is short, why remember it?  Only love.  When the moon is full and the magpie bridge is built, the romantic story will be performed again.

    There are too many idiotic men and women in the world, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and some are more embarrassing than them, separated from life and death, or "flying together" The love of modern people is not as vigorous as the ancient legends, and naturally it is not as powerful as the ancients  Dedicated"

    "Ancient devotion?"

    "The love of the ancients, like the Qixi Festival, comes in accordance with the schedule. It has passed through the millennium and has never changed. It is a thought that is not disillusioned and immortal; it is love that lasts forever. For example, this couple in the sky also hates to gather less and leave more.  , but they still come every year in anticipation, this is to give the world a piece of advice."

    "What advice?"

    "Be steadfast and unswerving, let the world love the one you love wholeheartedly."

    Zhang Jin stared at the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and recited: "'If the two loves last forever, how can they be there, day and night.' How romantic"

    [2] "Seven Things to Open the Door" by Tang Yin. Poetry

    ?Chai Rice Oil Salt Sauce Vinegar Tea,

    Usually in someone else's house;

    There is nothing wrong with the cold weather at the end of the year,

    Looking at plum blossoms in Zhushi Temple.

    Ji Xu couldn't help laughing, laughing so hard that the whole bed trembled along with it.

    Zhang Jin asked: "What are you laughing at?"

    "Laugh at your naivety."

    "How am I naive?"

    "This song was made by Qin Guan to deceive the little girl. It's not a romantic love story."

    Zhang Jin "suddenly" sat up and asked, "How did you see it?"

    "That's what the sugarcane man [1] said to coax the little girls out of fear that they would pester him every day."

    "Qin Guan is a great poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, and is respected as a generation of poets of the Wanyue School. How could he"

    "It's because of his gracefulness that he said his rejection of women's entanglement so euphemistically and implicitly. And this "cut the mess quickly" style of love words has deceived girls for more than two hundred years. These silly women,  He also regarded it as the true meaning of love, euphemistically saying, "If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be there, day and night." If you think about it, it is not day and night, and there is still love in his heart.  What about you?You can't see them in pairs.  I hate the solitary luan embroidered on the front of the tent the most, and I would like to put swallows flying around the beams of flowers and trees on the door curtain, and the curtains and emerald feathers are sprinkled with tulip spices.  The temple hair is like a floating light cloud, combed into a cicada-like pattern, and a bright yellow crescent-shaped figure is painted on the forehead.  Beauties with bright yellow crescent-shaped patterns painted on their foreheads and red lips and white teeth travel with the car. They are charming and charming.  The frivolous boy rides a white horse with blue spots, and a singing girl sits in the carriage on a hinge with a dragon pattern.  Soon the front of Yushi's Mansion was so quiet that crows could be heard, and there were birds on the tree in front of Tingwei's Mansion wanting to rest.  The luxury road next to the mansion can be vaguely seen from the car, and the curtain on the car hides the solid river embankment in the distance.  Someone hunted in the north of Duling, and someone assassinated officials on the west side of Weiqiao. Later, the assassins with swords were all attracted to live in brothels and live with prostitutes.  The prostitute thinks about the prostitute day and night, and their tactful singing and the fragrance from their bodies fill the room.  The whore has fun with the prostitute who is as beautiful as the moon every night, and rides a horse like a cloud in the morning.  The road under the feet of the prostitutes is connected to the brothel, and the streets of Chang'an are criss-crossed and extend in all directions, connecting with the market.  Weak green willows and locust trees hang down on the ground, and the bustling sound of cars and horses also rang out at night.  The cavalry of the Custodians came, and they drank in the brothel.  For them the prostitute's beautiful garments are undone, and for them the dance is danced.  A dignified person becomes a general and minister, standing by the emperor's side without giving way.  The dignitaries will not be able to tolerate the virtuous ministers and will exclude them everywhere.  People in power think they are heroes, and they ride their horses triumphantly.  The prostitute thinks that his dancing skills are better than the ancients, and the hero thinks that his wealth is more than five princes.  Things in the world are bound to undergo major changes. There are only a few green pines in the luxurious mansion of the past.  Yang Xiong of the Han Dynasty, after being frustrated in his official career, was willing to be lonely, devoted himself to writing books every year, and finally became famous for his articles.  Only some sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are flying in the desolate Nanshan, hitting people's clothes little by little.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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