Original: Xiang Ji Xuan, the old South Pavilion. The room is only ten feet square, can accommodate a person living. A century-old house, the dust and mud seep, and the rain is betting; Every time a case is moved, there is no place to put it. The room was facing north, and could not be caught by the sun, and it was dark by noon. I repaired it a little, so that it did not leak from the top. Four windows were opened in the front, and the walls were built around the yard to shield the sunlight from the south, and the sunlight was shining, and the room was bright. I planted in the yard orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation, the old railings, also added a new luster. Borrowing books is full of shelves, singing songs, sitting silently, and everything is audible; And the steps are silent, birds come and peck, and people don't go. The night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is high, light up the half wall, the shadow of the osmanthus trees scattered patchwork, the breeze blowing the shadow shake, lovely.

However, I live here, there are many things to be happy, and there are many things to be sad. First of all, the north and south are one in the court. When the uncles and uncles, in the indoor and outdoor settings many small doors, the walls are everywhere. After the separation, the dog took the person who lived in the same courtyard as a stranger, the guests had to cross the kitchen to eat, the chicken in the hall habitat. The courtyard began to be fenced off, and then the wall was built, and it changed twice. There is an old woman in the house who once lived here. The old woman, the maid of my dead grandmother, gave milk to two generations, and the mother was good to her. The west and the inner rooms of the house were connected, and the mother used to come. Every time Yu said, "A certain place, and my mother is here." Yu said again, "Your sister is crying in my arms; Niang knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Are you cold? Want to eat?' I responded from the outside of the board. "Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I weep, and I weep.

One day, when I was in the reading room, my mother said to me, "My son, I haven't seen you for a long time, so why are you here silently?" Compared with going, he closed the door with his hand and said to himself, "My family's study has been ineffective for a long time, but it can wait for my son's success!" In a moment, he reached with an elephant, saying, "This is my ancestor's motto. You should use it someday!" Looking at the ruins, as it was yesterday, makes people unable to control the trombone.

Xuandong has always tasted like a kitchen, and people go there and pass by the porch. I lived alone, and for a long time I could distinguish people by their feet. Liu Bei and Cao Cao contend for the world, Zhuge Liang was born in the middle of Gansu province from the establishment of meritorious service and great achievement.

Xiang Ji said, "Shu Qing kept the Dan point, which was beneficial to the whole world, and then the Qin emperor built a daughter with a clear platform;" Liu Xuande and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhu Gekongming started in Longzhong. The ignorance of the two parties is in a corner, and the world is enough to know it. The rest of the area is defeated in the house, and the eyebrows are raised and the eyes are blinking, which is called a wonder. What is the difference between a well-known person and a frog in Kanjing? "

Since I was interested in this, in the next five years, my wife came back, and when I came to the porch, I asked about the ancient things from Yu, or learned books by myself. When my wife returned to Ning, she said to the younger sisters, "I heard that my sister has a pavilion, and what is a pavilion?" In the next six years, my wife died, and the ridge of Ridge was not renovated. After another two years, I was ill in bed for a long time without any sustenance, and sent people to repair the south pavilion again, the pattern is slightly different from the past. However, after this I am more outside, not resident here.

There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, my wife's death that year she planted her own hands, now stand tall, lush foliage like an umbrella.