Many years later, Chen Yujiu had turned into white bones under the loess soil. Chen Huaijing read with his grandson, turning the pages of the book and talking about new words, reading word by word.
Wang Junchong was the minister, wore official uniform, rode a chariot, and passed by Huang Gong's wine cellar. Gu said to the passengers behind him: "I used to have a hearty drink here with Ji Shu Ye and Ruan Sizong. The tour in the bamboo forest was also a preview of the end. Since the death of Ji Shengyao and Ruan Gong, it has been in prison. Today, although it is close, it is as tall as a mountain and river."
He suddenly returned to that dusk illuminated by the setting sun.
After a chaotic and heavy time, I finally heard clearly what my father said softly to the majestic clouds with a smile.
"Today, even though it is close, it is as distant as a mountain or a river."