Qilu·Ambition
Preface
The ancient nostalgia of seeing things and feeling sad is not easy to come by! Bai Juyi said "When I come back, I grow old again", He Zhizhang said "When I was young, I left home and my boss came back, my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded", Wang Bo said "Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now, the Yangtze River flows empty outside the threshold", Wang Guowei said " A beautiful woman says something like a flower in a mirror or a tree." When a person starts to recall and sigh, it means that time is gone!
I was once busy studying and had no time to pay attention to the scenery and people. Now I suddenly look back and see nothing. Things that were originally intact have become dilapidated. Seeing them always evokes infinite ghosts, and the scenes feel like they are here. Before my eyes, the memory is still fresh. My grandpa managed the garden very well. I can remember countless delicacies such as red marshal, Fuji, hot fruit, banana pear, water pear, sunflower, apricot, winter melon, pear melon, cotton melon, and watermelon. , cucumbers, carrots, red dates... The house is full of firewood. Whenever it rains, we always go in to take shelter. It takes a lot of effort to climb over the short wall by rushing and jumping. strength. Now the beams of the thatched cottage are decayed and rickety, covered with cobwebs, the tiles are scattered and covered with dust, and the fence is not in shape, dilapidated and dilapidated. Wherever it is still used, the air leaks from all sides.
In the past, there were hundreds of hectares of fertile farmland even in deep ravines and high ridges. In the summer of June, people were sweating like rain. Who would give up their hard work? Bundles of plump and strong wheat ears are piled high, who wouldn't smile? I still remember that there were rabbits, squirrels, pheasants, honeycombs, bees, dog-headed wasps, black snakes, scorpions, spring water, reeds, dragonflies, fake grasshoppers, alfalfa, alfalfa flowers, rape flowers, wheat flowers... ··That small road was still the way to my uncle's house. Now the ground is covered with basil and pepper and locust trees, and the eyes are desolate, which makes me feel extremely sad.
What about the people from before?
Who is the master of the world?