The world is depressed and the autumn is sank,

Herbal tea is refreshing and cold and dispelling summer heat.

Ask where the Tu Gong lives?

It is said that there are thousands of mountains and rivers.

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Looking along the tea stall, the green mountains stood, like the yamen runners in the old government office, holding a "silent" sign and singing "magnificent" loudly.

But this "silent" is not for tourists to see, nor is it for tourists to sing it for tourists to listen. Instead, it seems like a label is given to yourself - "sorceful", "silent", "strong", "magnificent" and "magnificent"...

I don’t know if these Qingshan people expressed this way, and if others were seen like this, Jiuzhou thought so in his heart anyway.

The mountains and rivers in autumn are not as jumping as summer, but are deeper, just like they have grown up suddenly, experienced the world, and thus have accumulated, becoming calm and mature. Of course, it is not that closeness, and it does not keep people from thousands of miles away.

At the tea stall, a bowl of herbal tea was in the mouth. It was not as good as the owner of the teahouse on the side of West Lake that day. Instead, he really drove out all the heat hidden in his internal organs, which made his body adapt to the gradually cool autumn.

When autumn comes and the summer comes, the mountains and rivers truly show their solemnity. A frustrated person may be able to see it by looking at the railings: "The eyes are full of bleakness, and the feeling is extremely sad."

But I have to say that the mountains and rivers in autumn really have a different beauty, a kind of precipitated beauty...

Not far from the tea stall, someone was worshiping the land father-in-law. After all, not everyone could have endless skills like the Monkey King who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, and they could easily drink the land father-in-law. What's more, people were also hoping to rely on the land father-in-law to allow the rice they were about to harvest to be harvested and buy a good price!

"Sister Chushu, where do you think the home of the Land Master will be?" Jiuzhou suddenly asked. Somehow, Jiuzhou suddenly thought of this question as he looked at it, "Is it really underground? But underground..."

Yes! Where can the home of the land father-in-law be? I was stunned for a long time and couldn't think of the reason. Naturally, I didn't know what kind of answer to Jiuzhou.

Each person and one immortal were quiet for a long time, but no one spoke.

"What do you think of Jiuzhou?" Chushao couldn't help but return the problem to Jiuzhou again, and wanted to see what Jiuzhou could say.

This question was originally raised by Jiuzhou, how can Jiuzhou answer it now?

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from the neighbor's seat.

"Fang asked where Duke Tu lived, and said that there were thousands of mountains and rivers."

It was the poet who had seen him many times, but he didn't expect that he would meet him again in this unknown small tea stall today. He really had a fate and a strange thing!

Seeing Jiuzhou's eyes lit up and were surprised by this, the poet immediately said, "Although the heaven and earth are far away, aren't they like a circle? From one end to the other, there will always be a time to meet."

"When you meet someone who is willing to meet you, you will feel that it is fate. When you meet someone who is unwilling to meet you, you will feel that your enemies are narrow."

As he said that, the poet looked at Jiuzhou, with a bit of time in his eyes, and the purity of time still looked like a child.

"Little girl, you have to know that the road is far away, no matter what likes and dislikes, meeting is an unreplicable memory."

From this poet, Jiuzhou can always hear many life principles. Although Jiuzhou still has a little understanding of it, I am afraid that these words of people will benefit a lot when Jiuzhou grows up, and I think they are all rare life experiences!

However, Kyushu now simply admires this poet. As for Kyushu, he may be just a passerby, and maybe he is just a more mature and special child.

Everyone says that poetry is precious in life, but they don’t know that it is actually life? How can poetry come about without life?

Life is sad, and joyful scenery can be sad. If you are proud and free, you can be happy. This is how poetry in life is.
Chapter completed!