Wedge, that little bamboo forest
Inscription:
In this era, the emperor and the queen, the emperor and the minister; the queen and the concubine, the minister; the concubine and the concubine, the concubine and the minister; the minister and the minister and the slave; the minister and the minister and the merchant, the merchant; the merchant and the people, the people and the people.
Who can tell me how this is going on? No one can avoid a fight. The pursuit of fame and fortune is far greater than love and righteousness. Which is right or wrong? Who wins and who loses? If you don't win, it's a mistake and a loss. Who is not fighting?
The small bamboo forest of the wedge
He ran to the edge of the small bamboo ball far away, quickly picked it up, and ran to the old man sitting on the cool chair, waving the fan in one hand, holding the teapot in the other hand, and taking a sip from time to time. The old man's loving face was smiling, and the sun penetrated the silver-white hair, warming the whole world.
"Grandpa!" Yan Cen, with a milky voice, hugged the ball and shouted at the old man.
"Good girl, come and talk to Grandpa. What do you want to eat today? Grandpa will make it for you." The old man put down the teapot, touched Yan Cen's head, and asked with a smile
"Well, I want to eat osmanthus cake, peach cake, dragon beard cake, and silver silk cake. There is also jujube paste cake, the kind that requires more jujube paste. Yan Zhen answered Grandpa's question seriously.
"Woth, that's dessert. What about dinner?" The old man put the fan in his hand on the small bamboo table, took Yan Chen's hand and said, "After playing for two hours, they have become little cat. Let's go and wipe our faces, wash our hands, and have a sleep. Grandpa will make you a fried dried bamboo shoots with plums in the evening, wrap a lotus leaf and beg for chicken, and make a tofu and silver fish soup, okay?
"Well, okay." Yan Qian was led by his grandfather in the direction of the bamboo house. The leaves in the bamboo forest swayed. They were not blown by the wind, but seemed that someone had just left, and the speed of leaving was imperceptible to normal people.
The old man led Yan Qian, who jumped while walking, with a faint smile on his mouth, and the figures of the two slowly blurred in his sight.
The bamboo forest where the house is located seems to be isolated from the world, but it is a little strangely quiet, with a different strange atmosphere around it.
It seems that there are many masters who protect this bamboo forest from the outside world and from the turbulence of the outside world. But it's like only this old and young, living in this bamboo forest, accompanied by green bamboo.