It coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival, and several of us came to Gexian Lake for a simple visit. The lake is not too big, but it is also sparkling; Pines and cypresses are widely planted on the shore of the lake, and there are several pavilions in the lake. There are many precious trees in the tall trees, and the reflections in the lake are graceful. The reflection in the water is either tossed intermittently by fish or pulled into waves by several wild ducks.
A few of us tried to make the wild ducks fly in the lake, resulting in the beautiful scenery of "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei", but no matter how we drove them away, the wild ducks either swam directly or dived into the water and never saw them again, leaving us smiling helplessly.
Go to the southeast corner of the lake, near a pump house, there is an unknown tree. After searching, it turned out to be butter. I was very surprised. I must have introduced rare trees in order to improve the popularity of Gexian Lake. Speaking of butter, I think of Zhang Jiye's parking shop near Fengqiao. Some experts said that there were no maple trees in Gusu at that time, so the poet might mistake the Chinese tallow leaves that turned red in late autumn for maple leaves. Some people say that this bridge is actually called Maple Bridge. We prefer to believe that the poet saw maple leaves at first. From another aspect, it reflects the unremitting spirit of inquiry deeply rooted in the bones of literati.
In front of Ge Hong's statue, we welcomed a literary friend: a drunkard. The old man is the same age as * * * and China, but he is hale and hearty. We chatted while traveling and learned some deeds of the old gentleman, such as poor family background, short education time, love of literature and good wine and so on.
In the south of our parking place, there is a Little Square, and there is a draft beer stall in the corner of the square. The fireworks at the barbecue led us to a small square table and sat down at will. I think this old gentleman is very talkative and easy-going, so I sat with him on purpose. When drinking draft beer, Mr. Zuiweng took out a bottle of Hengshui Laobaigan from the electric car and repeatedly confessed his guilt: I don't know how many people I met today, otherwise I would just take one bottle. We quickly persuaded that we should only drink beer today and call home to have fun another day. During the drinking conversation, I learned something about Mr. Zuiweng. He worked as a teacher, an evening school principal and a film projectionist in a commune. He still keeps an old projector as a treasure. As we all know, that is the cultural feeling that the old gentleman never gave up in his life. Moreover, I still have two books of poetry to be published, and now I am very worried about whether those sentences should be deleted, and the analysis of an event is not pure. I was immediately awed. China literati (even if we were just folk literati) were unconvinced by the old man's philosophical mentality and refused to accept it, which was strongly interpreted by the old man.
Mr. Drunken was in high spirits when he drank. Throughout the ages, he has been talking about wine all his life, which leads to the topic that he saved several lives when he was young. It must be a series of thrilling experiences. As it was getting late, I didn't ask too much, so I had to leave it for the next specific consultation. I believe the story of the drunk must be wonderful. The drunk got lost in his hometown when he was sent home. We heard clearly in the car when we got off the bus and asked for directions. His old gentleman is still asking questions repeatedly.
We think this is the real drunkard: intoxicated, persistent and honest. I just want to say, Mr. Zuiweng, you are not an old guest on earth, but also a fairy on our Gexian Lake. Next time we meet, be sure to tell us something about your colorful life.
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