Author: Jian Zheng

Separated by a mountain and a water, you are my hometown that I can't go back to, and sit with me on both sides of time.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom there, as gorgeous as rosy clouds all over the sky. You smile calmly, but I'm still watching here. It's raining heavily, which proves that I smile clearly. Love is so prosperous and lonely.

Get up, sit down again, and know the fate with you. This is the only tea. The end has come to me, dormant in a rain in May. Ten minutes may not be enough for a lifetime, but it is enough to make all the years old.

The sky in May is full of green glaze, and your porcelain skirt flutters with the wind. The sun shines, you put a letter in my hand and say, "I love you!" " "In three words, I was right. Since then, every dream of mine has been burdened with heavy shackles, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only insistence, thinking that I can wait for you to become the most beautiful scenery after all.

If youth can bet, I have put all my chips on it, just waiting for you to open a deck of Pai Jiu in nine days and ten places to show me the final victory or defeat. Who knows, you left halfway, your sleeves tilted with Changfeng, and you screwed up the gambling. No one sits in the village. This card is like a peach blossom in March, strewn at random on the lake in May and scattered all over the lake.

So I re-examined fate to see how it wrote this encounter. As dusk falls, the clouds on the horizon become darker and darker. When people walk, tea is cool, and there is a bright moon. Depending on your back, I waded through, ten feet of red dust decorated you with gorgeous flowers, and thousands of hibiscus clothes clothed you with gorgeous clothes, but you didn't look back at all. In this way, I easily crossed the vicissitudes of life.

Open your palm, the sun is very thin, just as you promised. I love you so much, so I hope you can combine your tears with your promises and see your tenderness with eternity, but I didn't expect years to herald your smile. When the wind blows everywhere, I will kill a comeback in broken arrow and trap me in the danger of never turning over.

I didn't have the courage to cry when I was crazy, but I saw the sandstorm in Wan Li when I fell to the ground. Someone sank his wrist and dialed the stirrup, and wrote a line: Jianghu I forgot. Cinnabar is like blood, shocking.

Forget it, talk easy? Beside the Yuyan Pavilion, you weave my heart into a tapestry with blue silk, and the water from the south of the Yangtze River shines on your eyes. You have always been the source of my life, nourishing my dry eyes and softening my cold and hard scab. It is better to forget yourself than to forget you.

And at night, as scheduled, still arrival, winter wind replaced the fireworks in March, looking around, I was the only one sitting at the huge table, facing a cold tea.

I can't help forgetting it.

Ok, just leave like you, find a bluestone under the bodhi tree and watch the vicissitudes of life.

You have reached the other shore, where the water plants are rich and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Even if it rains, there are some troubles that the wind blows and the willows shake. I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your footsteps. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The love of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the temperature of this cup of tea will change from warm to cold in an instant.

You raise your hand and put pen to paper, turn the hook and pick out the gobbledygook of youth. I'm a crazy grass you can't recognize. Just write it down and turn it over. Mention it again, I'm afraid it will be quietly rewritten by Wei Ti after many years. Only then did I know that splashing ink was so easy and unbearable.

If memories can be drunk, the past can be a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still clear and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot be hung together. I know what you mean.

Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.

Extended data:

Jian Zheng: 196 1 Born in Yilan County, Taiwan Province Province, he graduated from the Chinese Department of National Taiwan University and won the Luqin Wu Prose Award and the Times Literature Award. She is the youngest winner of literary classics in Taiwan Province Province and the most undisputed powerful female writer in Taiwan Province Province. He has written more than ten kinds of essays, such as Water Question, In this Mountain, Private Book, Afternoon Tea, Daughter Red, and Rouge Basin.

In Forgotten in the Jianghu, the author deliberately downplayed the characters, years and places, and wrote a free and easy atmosphere with the artistic conception of landscape paintings in Song and Yuan Dynasties.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia-Jian Zheng