He zhangzhi
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
At the age of 36, I was strong and full of poetry. That year, the emperor chose me to be an official in Beijing. Since then, I have been busy with business every day and have no time to go home and reunite with my relatives. Thirty-nine years later, I am old. The emperor saw me as useless, a little deaf and blind, and I was 75 years old, so he ordered me to resign and return to China. I smiled on my wrinkled face at the thought of meeting my relatives soon.
I sat in the carriage, looking at the beautiful scenery of the motherland, thinking: Is my hometown-Shaoxing still the same? I really can't wait to go home at once. I must try the tender loofah and red tomatoes in the garden ... I must enjoy the cool under the big peach tree and go fishing in the big round fish pond at night ... My hometown accent has not changed for decades, but my hair is gray. I wonder if my wife and family still know me.
After a month of camping, I finally got back to my hometown. Ah, my hometown, my home! The hut I built when I was a child is still there, the clear fish pond is still there, and the colorful goldfish are still there! I also saw a group of lively and lovely children playing in front of my house. Ah, these must be my children and grandchildren. Although my hair is white and I still have a beard, I am very satisfied with my children and grandchildren now. Several children saw me coming and gathered around curiously. An older and bolder little boy looked up and smiled and said to me, "Grandpa, where are you from and where are you going?" When I heard that, my face was covered with a wry smile and I was deeply touched. Once, I was so excited that I sang a poem: When I was young, I left home, and when my boss came back, my local accent remained unchanged. Children don't know each other when they meet. Where do they come from?
A gift for Wang Lun.
Lipper
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, Li Bai will leave Taohuatan. Recalling the happy time spent here before, Li Bai shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, there is no way, heaven is pressing, so I have to say goodbye!" "
Early in the morning, Li Bai packed his bags and came to the shore. Li Bai got on the boat and thought, since he can't stay any longer, it's better to sit down and enjoy the beautiful scenery now, which is also a comfort to himself.
Ah! Peach blossoms in Taohuatan really live up to their reputation, and most of them are double petals. Scarlet enthusiasm and pink charm adorn little red dot's white petals, which makes her look dignified and elegant. A ball, a cluster, a slice, all the remaining traces of spring cold have been driven away.
Li Baizheng was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery when he suddenly heard a crisp and sweet song from the shore. Ah, this is Wang Lun's affectionate farewell song to himself! Listen, Wang Lun is walking and singing with the beat. It's getting closer. Ah! This song is full of parting feelings. These days, it is Wang Lun who has a heart-to-heart relationship with himself. It's Wang Lun. Go sightseeing with him. It's Wang Lun, discussing the meaning of life with himself; It's Wang Lun, drinking and writing poems with himself under the lamp. Ah! Friend, come on, come on, let Li Bai shake your hand again, and then talk about confidence. ...
Ship, set sail. Li Baiwang looked at the fading Wang Lun, and his heart was filled with emotion. He couldn't resist generate's poetry and intoned, "Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Taohuatan is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. "