On the fourth day of the seventh month of the year of Jiachen, the beginning of autumn. The coolness of autumn hangs quietly on the cobwebs. The beginning of autumn does not enter autumn, and the small courtyard is yellow. The star falls and the eagle sacrifices to the bird, and the fire valley is full of baskets. Every drop of sweat is frost. Where to borrow the autumn moon, accompany the king to lean on the window alone. Poetry and distance are suitable for journeys, dreams, and moments; The fireworks in the world are you and me, reality, and eternity. The subway broadcasts that the next stop is Changpan, a very unfamiliar place; The terminus is Xiangxue, a very romantic name. The world may be materialistic, but life is mostly idealistic. High-end ingredients often only require the most modest cooking, but oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, frying and grilling are always addictive. It's the same with life. Pure heart and few desires, the road to simplicity is the true meaning of life, but the joys and sorrows, right and wrong, success or failure are not wonderful and full. When your soul temporarily leaves the body and wanders, you will feel the gift of summer one by one, and Shu opens and closes Ren innocent.
