There were disputes among the princes and the current situation was turbulent. The mountains and rivers conquered by Emperor Beikun have long been trampled upon, and the land under the iron hooves is devastated. The man really didn't expect to see a paradise here.
He cautiously looked into the bamboo forest with doubts.
Someone pushed open the bamboo door, and it was an old man with a white beard, dressed in white clothes that were not stained by dust. The old man looked back at the house, and the man followed his gaze and looked inside. There is also an old man in the house. He is dressed in light red. Although his face is full of wrinkles, his youthful demeanor can still be vaguely seen. He must be a young man who is like a banished immortal.
The old man with a white beard smiled and extended his hand to the people in the room. When the man saw it, the people in the room also smiled, got up and walked towards the old man with gentle steps, and put his hand on his hand. Two hands that have gone through changes in the world are tightly clasped together. The two looked at each other and smiled, the happiness on their faces was enviable.
The old man with a white beard helped the old man in the house down the stairs. The old man was faltering, and the old man in white held him tightly. He held his hand and looked into his eyes.
The spring breeze is just right, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Walking to the flower field in front of the house, the old man in white said softly: "Look, the smiling flowers are blooming."
"Yeah." The man heard the old man reply.
The man suddenly discovered that from just now to now, the two of them had only spoken this sentence, but it seemed that they had already spoken a thousand words and changed the world.
There is nothing better than holding your son's hand and growing old together with him.
The man said nothing and watched quietly. After a long time, he silently turned and left. Stepping on the lush green land, my heart feels as tender as water.