When he was a boy, Han Baosheng stood silently under the female wall of Chaoyuan Temple, looking at the gold and silver vines all over the wall, silently reciting the Zhuangzi that his father had just taught, "The spring dries up, the fish are together on the land, they are wet with each other, and they are wet with foam. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." The years are picturesque, and the feelings are like poetry.
"The wood brocade flowers have bloomed. When will your flowers bloom? The flowers are falling like white birds flying down in the forest. Do you miss this flower in your heart, or do you still want to go far away." When Baosheng first heard this song, he only thought that life was happy, like a carefree useless fish, with a sincere heart and an upright sword. When we first met, everything was normal.
When things change and the world is in turmoil, will we get wet with each other, help each other, or will we forget each other in the world? Seeing him joining the army when he was young, he felt as if he was walking on thin ice when he was far away from the rivers and lakes; seeing him as a child of a noble family, living in a temple high up, he was shocked and confused.
"The song was not completely transmitted. I will tell you the last part when I come back." The song of the white bird flew lightly with the flying catkins in the spring.
Chezai Black Tea Li Banxian changed his pen name to Mujiapuzi and made a cherished return in November 2016.
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