Xijian of Chuzhou: It has been a while since I came to Chuzhou to serve as governor, and I had a half-day of free time. In this leisurely afternoon, I unconsciously walked to the creek in the western suburbs of Chuzhou. I heard people say that it once had a name called "Shangma River", but people are still used to calling it "Xijian". I walked cautiously along the stream, fearing to touch the grasses I loved. They were like children who were inexperienced in the world, innocent and innocent; they were also like hermits who were free from the world, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the bright lights of the city. , Even though the world is alluring, including colorful flowers, peaches and plums competing for beauty, I am not moved by it. They came in early spring and left in autumn. They were leisurely and contented, as if time had stopped and they were left alone to be green. There were a few crisp sounds coming from behind the mountains in the distance. They must be the orioles standing on the treetops, chirping spring. He is also ignorant of the world, and he is also carefree, so the clear little tune instantly renders the world in front of him green, clear and spotless. As twilight falls, the mountains become empty, and the hurried spring rain nourishes all the scenes in the painting, making it look like a splash-ink landscape painting with a strong ancient style. Soon, the water swelled up to the river, and the momentum was slow, but it also flowed down the river. Maybe the world outside was very exciting. The stream flows through a long-abandoned ferry, and a lone boat is lying quietly in it. Let the rain pour in, and the stream beats quietly, quietly. When the wind blows, it lies sideways, and when the rain hits, the boat stays upright. With. No one knows where it comes from, and no one knows where it is going. Just like no one knows "who first sees the moon by the river, and when the moon first shines on people by the river". After stepping over a puddle, I realized that the rain was soaking my whole body, but I hadn't noticed it before.
On the way back, I kept thinking: Maybe I should have been that grass beside the stream, or that lonely boat? If this is the case, you can wander among the mountains and rivers and enjoy yourself without forgetting the way home