I pushed aside the twigs and weeds on a broken wall and squeezed into the garden. I didn't know what Zeng Pu or his cousin thought of my visit, but I already felt it was extremely disrespectful. However, the main entrance of the garden can no longer be found.
However, is this the same Zeng Yuan who once performed "Nie Haihua"? I really don't want to describe it as devastated. Maybe it would be better to say "The setting sun is leaving the willow trees, but humanity once lived there". However, everything is not the same as the past. When Loulan was prosperous, no one would have thought that it would sleep in the desert for thousands of years. So now, that big city to the east of me may one day become one with you and me, once.
I don't want to blame Changshu's poor garden protection. There are various modern places and facilities here, which are enough for people's entertainment and leisure. As for those weird people who like to do some inexplicable things, then let them climb the wall or drill holes by themselves. Of course, the scenery must be extraordinary. A touch of sadness like Zeng Yuan's tells a story of deeper and more resentful emotions.
There is a rockery in the garden with pavilions and caves. I don't know whether Zeng Pu and his cousin held hands on the pavilion or hugged each other into the cave, but it doesn't matter. What matters is the things that can remind you after many years. It is the most sentimental thing for people to leave things behind, but people have to deliberately create such an objective lens and mentality, and then look out the window, stand or sit, stand or sit stupidly for a long time, thinking a lot or thinking nothing at all. But I have to come back and live by my thoughts. Aladdin can do that, but I can't.