Chapter 33 Chapter 33

The water in the canal sometimes stirs up a bunch of waves, which are silvery white and translucent, with the sound of ding-dong metal texture, the canal is full of water, the grass in the water is softly swaying, expressing the shape of the flowing water, and the refreshing breeze rubs against the water surface Floating, there are spider-like water lice walking on the transparent water.At first I thought that there was no water in the canal, and that the canal was empty because of the clear water.Walking along the canal, the sun is shining from the magpie ridge, the gray turtledove is cooing on the tung tree, and the tiger and dragonfly are fluttering their four wings sharply, chasing the green lacewing that escaped from the willow buds.Frogs croaked, or jumped into the pond by the ditch, jumped on the water again and again, until they squatted on the lotus leaves floating in the water.Ahead, there is a forest of wild plums.How much yearning did you yearn for in this forest when you were a child?The plums are ripe, there are red plums, green plums, yellow plums, purple plums, and Kazuki plums, hanging the beautiful dream of early summer.

When I returned to my hometown, I involuntarily searched along the footsteps of my childhood.Stepping into the plum grove, there is an elegant scent of wine in the shade. Looking down, all the plums on the tree have fallen to the ground, piled up and fermented together, and a circle of mushrooms has grown around it.A raccoon jumped up from behind a bush and onto a chestnut tree. Its long tail hung down, and when it looked back it had white rings around its eyes.As time goes by, the scenery remains the same.I walked forward again, I wanted to find the former forest hut, with blue bricks and black tiles, the inside was blackened by fir branches, and an earthen pot was hung in the corner of the house, which was a public cooking utensil.

I vaguely remember that the hut is on the left of an old saponin tree.Sure enough, the hut was covered with ivy, and clumps of grass swayed on the tiles. There was no longer a door, and a nest of turtledoves made the air explode, dust shook off, feathers fluttered, and the turtledoves flew out of the hut with wings. Spikes jumped into my face, and another cauliflower snake slid away from the corner of the house, burrowing into the bamboo forest through the sun-dappled moss.Surprisingly, the hut was very clean, with some bamboo furniture, and a small wooden table with a chessboard carved on it.Just as he was thinking, there was a voice behind him, and he followed the reputation, an old man with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, wearing white clothes, white pants, white shoes and white socks, of medium build, high-spirited, holding a white paper folding fan in his right hand.

"But when you see the depths of the clouds, there are visitors from thousands of miles away."The old man's eyes were like a clear spring reflecting the moon, he laughed and blurted out a poem. "Thousands of miles also know the return, come and go for thirty years."I also searched the thesaurus in my mind, trying to be as neat as possible. The old man shook his folding fan, and said, "I don't know anyone who plays chess, here comes the deep and shallow chess pieces." This is to let me play chess. With curiosity, I played two or three games with the old man in Baiyun Mountain.Said: "When we meet, we will know each other. Black and white are safe."

Just play chess.Breeze and green shadows, hands up and down, counting games of chess, the old man wins more, let me one or two, push the chessboard and stop playing.The old man called a boy, cast a line to the deep pool by the saponins tree, and caught a fat tumbleweed carp weighing about five catties. Yu, took out a jar of pure grain wine and said, "This wine has been buried for 50 years!" I am overjoyed, the so-called drink to one's heart's content.After drinking, I live in a hut in the forest, on the top of the bamboo on the moon, a ray of breeze blows away my clear dream, I get up and walk out the door, the moon is shining, the fireflies are dotted, the frogs are croaking, and the wind is blowing the bamboo leaves—the bamboo leaves Rustle, like bursts of summer rain, look up, but see the bright moon shining on your head.What evening is this evening?I just want to live here for a long time, drink and play chess, or walk in the woods.