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As we all know, the rivers and lakes can be divided into three eras. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first era is the era of Shen Lang.

The second era is the era of Li Xunhuan.

And the third era is the era of Ye Kai.

These three eras are also the most peaceful days in the rivers and lakes.

In the era of calm rivers and lakes, of course, we have to tell some stories of calm rivers and lakes.

And the following story is very calm, so calm that it will scare you.

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Many years ago, a friend in the rivers and lakes gave me a flattering nickname, the clever Ding Xi.

They will say, smart Ding Xi, how do you see me playing with my gun?

Clever Ding Xi, go and help me get rid of that bad horse. Hmph, the tiger is not powerful, you and I have tooth decay?

Clever Ding Xi, you are really a likable Ding Xi.

Clever Ding Xi, I love the name.

In fact, as long as you have a normal heart, a sincere face, and a body of vitality, anyone will look very smart.

Of course, I don't care if others call me a smart Ding Xi or a stupid Ding Xi, anyway, as long as I can happily do what I want to do every day, it doesn't matter what it's called.

I love the wind, and I love the sunset.

Because the wind can blow away all the troubles of the world.

And the sunset, the beauty of that moment, can dissolve all my prejudices about the world.

So, I always like to sit in the windy sunset and listen quietly to the sound of the sunset setting over the western horizon.

This habit is contagious by a friend.

This friend not only loves the sunset, but also flowers.

At dusk, he always likes to sit in the sunset in front of the window, gently caressing the petals that are as soft as a lover's lips, and gently appreciating the wonderful fragrance of flowers like a lover's breath.

He has a very poetic name, called Hua Manlou.

Flowers are full of buildings, flowers are full of paintings.

He was blind.

However, he did not feel inferior because of this.

Every time I see him, he always has a sunny happy smile on his face.

That smile makes people feel that he is so cute, so energetic.

I admire this man, and I admire his love for life.

Therefore, three years ago, when I came out of my hometown in Jiangnan, I secretly vowed to be a person who loved life like him.

Although there are so many injustices in the world, if you think about it carefully, you will feel that in fact, God is still fair, because He gives everyone only one chance to live, whether it is poor, rich, noble, lowly, there is life and death, just like a flower blooms and a flower falls.

As for what is the true happiness in the world, it is not determined by your background, not whether you are born in a rich or poor family, but by what kind of mentality you use to live in this rich or poor family.

I love this life now.

I have tried to pass on this lifestyle to everyone around me, hoping that they can also welcome every new beginning with a smile on their faces.

I believe that only when everyone faces others with a smile on their faces, will the world be truly full of harmony and warmth.

But no matter how hard I tried, there was one person who couldn't laugh.

Even when he laughed, his face was full of ridicule, like a frozen turtle shell.

His name is Ma Ning'er.

People often call him the Angry Pony.

Angry ponies don't really like anger.

Just because his eyes are big, and when he's looking at you, it makes you feel like he's angry.

But sometimes, he's genuinely angry.

Like now.

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The angry pony crumpled the admission letter of the college, threw it on the ground angrily, and said angrily: Since these ping-pong grandsons have already agreed to admit us, why do they charge such a high tuition, if Lao Tzu is really rich, he will still learn a ball.

The clever Ding Xi picked up his crumpled notice, flattened it, and stuffed it back into his pocket, smiling as he nagged these cynical words.

After being together for so long, he seems to have become completely accustomed to the habit of angry ponies saying foul language.

After Xiaoma's anger completely subsided, the clever Ding Xicai calmly told him that the reason why the academy charges such a high tuition fee is a matter of course, the uniforms you wear, the weapons you use for training, and the experts you invite for training, none of them can be a money-paying business, and moreover, they will train you from a small ordinary person to a poor person who eats the country's money and does things for the emperor Lao Tzu, and it is reasonable to charge a little fee, don't you usually have to tip when you go to the restaurant to eat?

The angry ponies are finally out of rage.

He even nodded his head thoughtfully.

I don't know if I really understood, or if I didn't listen to what Ding Xi was saying at all.

At the moment, he was staring blankly at the south.

I think he must be missing his hometown, Jiangnan.

My hometown is also in Gangnam.

Gangnam with many mountains and rivers.

Windy and rainy Jiangnan.

Gangnam with many bridges and trees.

However, after being away from Jiangnan for so long, it seems that I have gradually adapted to life in the north.

Now, even when I think about Jiangnan again, I don't even have the longing I had at the beginning.

I always feel that the climate in the south of the Yangtze River has a little more pink and greasy atmosphere, just like Liu Sanchang's "Where to wake up tonight, the willows are dark, the wind and the waning moon", although the demon is gorgeous, but it always lacks the heroism of the north that "the big river east goes to the waves, and the eternal romantic characters".

Before I left Gangnam, I had a very good friend.

His name was Iron Spear.

His person is like his name, irritable, impulsive, conceited.

And his personality is more like a freshly baked iron spear, which is not easy to bend.

At that time, he had to go to me for a drink almost every day.

Whether it's a bamboo leaf green with a few hundred taels of silver per jar, or a burning knife with only a few big bucks and a bowl, we don't care.

Actually, we don't really want to drink, but we are looking for the feeling of drinking, the feeling of forgetting everything after drinking.

Every time he picked up the wine glass, he would always sigh with emotion, saying, people, the biggest trouble is that the memory is too good, if a person wakes up the next day, can forget all the things that happened the day before yesterday, he will be very happy.

I don't know what exactly he wanted to forget.

But I knew he had something on his mind.

In his opinion, being able to forget those things that swarm in his heart is the biggest purpose of drinking.

He said that if you can forget all the things of the past, then every day when the sun rises, it is a new beginning, and when we stand at a new starting point, we no longer have to worry about yesterday's successes and failures, do you understand what I said?

I nodded, then shook my head again.

It's not that I don't understand what he says, but I don't.

I asked him, if people can really forget everything, then what if you wake up the next day and suddenly find that you have forgotten the people you love the most?

The iron gun did not answer.

I guess he must not know what to do.

So, I had to continue drinking.

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Actually, I've always had a hard time accepting things like wine.

It doesn't matter if it's an aged bamboo leaf green, a daughter red, or a freshly baked knife.

Every time I poured the crisp liquid into my stomach with the iron gun, I would feel uncomfortable for days.

And, when I wake up the next morning, I still have a cracking headache.

But as a friend, I never refuse the kindness of the Iron Gun.

Every time, I quietly accompanied him to finish the wine and drank until he lay down.

Of course, he was basically alone in the whole process.

To him, I'm just a side dish for him to drink, that's all.

He drinks all day like this, and you don't have to worry about his money at all.

Because his family has so much money that he can buy all the bamboo leaf green workshops, Daqu workshops, Moutai workshops, and knife burning workshops in the world.

You don't have to worry about him delaying his future because he drinks all day.

Because his future has been arranged by his capable father since the day he was born.

If there is no accident, he will take over everything from his old man on the day he becomes an adult at the age of eighteen.

And all this should have been taken over by his capable brother.

However, my brother died early.

Therefore, the burden of a thousand catties had to fall on his shoulders.

With such a prominent family background and such a rich Lao Tzu, it stands to reason that he should have become the happiest and most worry-free person in the world.

But when I was drinking with him, I realized that he wasn't happy at all.

I once asked him, if you really have pain in your heart, then, when you are drunk, can you really forget it?

Iron Spear shook his head, no.

I said, why?

Iron Gun said that because when I sobered up, the things that I should have forgotten became clearer and more painful in my mind, so even if I was drunk, it was useless, absolutely useless.

I said, then why do you still drink it?

Iron Gun shook his head, I don't know.

I slapped the unopened altar of my daughter's red palm, poured it for him, and said, Actually, you don't really like to drink?

Iron Spear nodded, drank the wine in the glass, and said, Yes.

I filled his glass again and wondered, "Then why would you do something you wouldn't want to do yourself?"

Iron Spear shook his head and said, I don't know.

I think he really didn't know.

But, I know.

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I remember that at the end of that fall, we had our last drink and went our separate ways.

I came to the ruins and started a new life.

And the iron gun, on the other hand, went to a place that no one knew about.

It is said that the place he went to was free of all the troubles of the world, without the hustle and bustle of troubled times, and only a street that could make people happy.

And on that street, there were a lot of happy people.

He said that he went to that place and had the real joy he had always wanted to seek.

Since then, no one has seen an iron spear.

It's just that a few months later, a very strange person suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes.

Not only did this man like to drink, but he also liked to carve a woman's head on wood with a cold knife as hard as an iron gun.

But strangely, he never finished carving the woman's head.

Sometimes, even if you have carved out the outline, you will not be seen, and you will just find a place where no one knows about it.

Therefore, some people say that in fact, the woman he carved does not exist, and if it did, he would have carved her out long ago.

Some people also say that the reason why he carved and buried and continued to carve is because he has been looking for such a woman who matches his imagination, and when he carved out the imaginary woman, he suddenly found that the woman in his hand was not what he imagined.

So, he's going to bury her in the ground and continue carving.

And which of the above specific statements is more appropriate, as his best friend, I can't say.

However, based on years of experience, I think the latter statement is closer.

What he really wanted to carve was not a woman.

He's just enjoying that kind of happy time when he sculpts.

In other words, he is just looking for those true pleasures in carving.

So much for.

As long as he himself feels happy, whatever he carves is not too important.

Here, I also heard that he gave himself a particularly strange name, Li Xunhuan.

-- Looking for joy, looking for joy, I don't know if he has found the happiness that truly belongs to him.

He hasn't been back since that separation.

I think I already understand the reason why Iron Gun had to choose to leave that illustrious family back then.

Because a person is born, he is arranged by others, in fact, he is not happy.

Do you think that the puppets on the stage who are played with and applauded are happy?

No.

Because true happiness is not pre-arranged.

Rather, he earned it back with his own hands.

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Today, when the pony came back from outside, he brought me a letter.

Even though it wasn't signed, I recognized it at a glance.

Because the words of the iron spear are like his name, they are stiff and not easy to bend, as if they were carved out of the iron spear.

However, I like his stiff font like someone who likes him.

In the letter, he still spoke in the same tone as before, so he was chic.

He said, "Oh, Ding Xi, do you know that where I am now, I am so poor that even the rats are starving to death, and the family only has one pair of pants to wear, how fun you say."

He seemed to know what I was asking.

Don't worry about how to go out, because the flowers in this place are not fragrant, the birds are silent, even the rabbits don't poop, and there is no figure within a radius of dozens of miles, so it is more suitable to shoot a movie about the devil entering the village.

Of course, this could not have been the case with his exact words.

I'm just borrowing a buzzword from hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years later, to paraphrase him.

I think that maybe that's the only way to express his anguish in that place.

What's more, at that time, the matter of the devil entering the village had not yet happened.

At that time, the national strength of my Great Celestial Empire, not to mention the devil's entry into the village, hmph, it was polite enough for the common people of the Celestial Empire not to enter the devil's village.

Of course, these are all off-topic.

At the end of the letter, Iron Gun also said that although life was a little more difficult to live in such a barren and miserable place, he was very happy.

Because he wanted to go out and exercise himself, not to enjoy happiness.

What's more, in that place, he also experienced many things that he couldn't experience when he was at home before, such as unity, struggle, and tests, such as the fact that people are weak and warm and cold.

That harsh environment was originally a place to exercise people.

In fact, any place is created by hard-working people with their own hands, and as long as they are willing to work hard, the desert will become an oasis.

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The words of the iron spear reminded me of my first time out on the road.

At that time, I had just come from the warm south of the Yangtze River to the ruins of the wind and sand, and I had not fully adapted to the environment here, and I did not know anyone, so I was extremely lonely.

However, I always felt like a genius.

Actually, I'm a genius.

I can do almost anything, singing, dancing, playing the piano, playing games, reciting poetry, composing, practicing swords, kicking ball, and even seducing coquettish chicks.

I even boasted to people that there was nothing I could do except have children.

However, when I came to the ruins and really wanted to use my skills to support myself, I found that I didn't know anything.

And all the skills I mentioned above are used to spend money.

He worked as a dart master, as a teacher, and as a chef.

But without exception, they all ended in failure.

The only thing I did was to sing on the streets.

When he was at home, the smart Ding Xi was more interested in music.

He has also worked hard to study all kinds of popular or unpopular musical instruments in ancient and modern China and foreign countries, such as drums, gongs, guitars, and sanxian......

He even studied a Western percussion instrument in particular, just to compare the differences between Eastern and Western instruments.

After researching, it suddenly became clear that although it looked similar to the Shandong drum, it sounded more energetic than the Shandong drum.

Because that kind of percussion instrument is originally a popular thing in Western folk.

Although the appreciation tastes of Easterners and Westerners are different, the clever Ding Xi believes that this percussion instrument from afar will definitely be liked by this ancient people.

Because although human identity has national boundaries, music has no national boundaries.

Besides, popular music is meant to be enjoyed by popular people.

Moreover, foreign monks would chant sutras.

Then, in the same way, foreign instruments are more energetic.

What's more, his smart Ding Xi not only has a beautiful face that everyone loves and wants to pinch, but also has a good voice comparable to Huang Ying.

It is said that the smart Ding Xi's good voice not only has the characteristics of Pavarotti, the representative of Fauvism, one of the world's three major tenors, but also can roar out the kind of "Nian Nujiao" of "The Great River East Goes to the Waves, Characters Through the Ages", and can also be like Teresa Teng of the water spirit, and can take out the soft and delicate "Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon" of "Yulin Bell".

It's awesome, the cow has to be capped.

Supposedly, I still mean just supposedly.

Of course, it can only be said here, because no one has really witnessed it, and everything is said by himself.

It is said that the smart Ding Xi's good voice once moved a proud daughter like ice and snow to tears for three days and three nights at a certain time in a certain year.

Since listening to his shallow singing, he swore that he would not marry Ding Xi, who was not his smartest in this life.

It's a pity that our smart Uncle Ding Xi, first, doesn't want to enter the marriage castle too early and be restrained, and secondly, our likable Uncle Ding Xi is really not interested in this kind of arrogant daughter, and thirdly, what about it......

Alas......

The past is unbearable, so I won't mention it.

Therefore, I didn't pay attention to the eyebrows and teasing of this daughter, and I couldn't sit alone in a room with others.

At that time, our love saint uncle, our willow sage Hui sage, and our smart Ding Xi Gongzi replied to the daughter lady like this: You are so beautiful, so temperamental, with the arrogance of a cold star, and the coldness of ice and snow, you must have never tasted the taste of being rejected, right?

The eldest lady nodded and said, No.

The smart Ding Xi immediately laughed, shook his hair very resolutely, and said, Then, now I can fulfill your wish.

The eldest lady asked excitedly, what is your wish?

The smart Ding Xi said, since you always put on a posture that no one looks down on men, then I have the right to let you also taste the taste of being rejected by men.

Miss Qianjin asked, do you want to refuse me?

The smart Ding Xi nodded, yes.

Miss Qianjin said, are you sure?

The clever Ding Xi said, definitely.

The eldest lady was already in tears.

However, he still refused to give up, and said with infinite resentment, you are talented, I am good-looking, we are talented and beautiful, why do you reject me?

The clever Ding Xi said, because I have never been interested in a proud woman like you, I think I am beautiful, and I put on a stinky face all day long, and I am disgusted when I see it.