Bamboo Branch Words

In the south of the Yangtze River, which is crisscrossed by rivers, small towns are scattered like chess pieces. Water passes through the town, and the town sits in the water. Qingmian, Chen Herborist's hometown, is one of these small towns. Nowadays, my grandparents are old and their old house is gradually swaying. All that is left is nothing but the past. And all I have to do is record and reflect. Those past events, such as what is said in the poem: In the end, I will pick green, and it will not be full. I will make a twist, and return to the bath with thin words. In the end, the blue will be picked in the morning, and there will be no surplus. It lasts for five days and will not be enough for six days. When the son is hunting, he talks about the bow; when the son is fishing, he talks about the rope. He fishes for bream and bream, bream and bream, and bream and bream. Another example is as sung in Zhuzhi Ci: The daughter in the green skirt, the double-headed snail, sang Wu Gongzi's night song. The moon is bright and I can't sleep when I wake up from alcohol. The autumn wind falls in Dongting waves. Looking at the Qintai, there is a lot of mist at dusk. I can't help but worry about the narcissus after doing it. No one knows the mountains and rivers, come and listen to Nongjiazi's night song. The water in the pavilion in the center of the water reaches the sky, and the weeping poplar trees in the area are about to turn into smoke. The most beautiful thing is people asking for the ferry at sunset, and the flower-selling boats lining the stream. The white boat with its black canopy carries wine, and the water in the shade of the green locust tree ripples for the first time. I stopped the boat and asked where I was coming from. It was the Nongjia Duck River. The geese fly under the geese rock, and the eagles return in front of the Eagle Beak Peak. I'm afraid of falling trees in the mountains in autumn, and frost dew on people's clothes late at night. Time is the most cruel and the most forgiving. In the early years of the Republic of China, Qingwan and Qingdai, the daughters of Chen, a medical doctor in Qingmian Town, were in their prime years. Qingwan is quiet, Qingdai jumps away. At that time, the sisters could not predict the harsh world in the future, and half of their lives passed by.