Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days

  Chapter 88 [Can Ju Qiufeng] The cold chrysanthemum rain is often unremitting dew, re-climbing to visit Nanshan [Cold Dew·Fourth]

  The old man on the shore carries a long pole,

  Fall fishing without bait at will.

   Exciting praise and surprise,

  Goose into sesame finch clams.

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Before Chongyang left, some people started to hold autumn fishing activities by the lake. The activities were huge. The fishing enthusiasts at home nearby gathered to the lake, prepared fishing gear and bait, and took a seat by the lake. Just one day, very patient.

  Not everyone is so patient all the time, and not everyone has enough time to come to the riverside to sit for a day.

There are fewer and fewer people fishing in this autumn. Kyushu and Hanlu paid attention to a small riverside not far away from the autumn fishing activities. These days, an old man was staying on the riverside day and night, carrying a long With bamboo fishing rods, there is no fish food, and it takes a long time to catch a fish.

  Meng Jiuzhou couldn't help but think of the story of "Jiang Taigong fishing". According to the legend, Jiang Taigong's fishing was such a "wisher's bait".

Curiosity drove Kyushu to take a look at the old man’s fishing with Han Lu. By the way, I asked why the old man fished like Jiang Ziya. After all, Jiang Taigong was ordered by the master to fish. He came to Zhou Wenwang for "fishing". "Big Fish", then assist him in cutting down the merchants, and returning to the people a piece of peace and stability!

Although this is said to be a mythical legend, the ancient Jiang Ziya does have its own character, and the story of "Jiang Taigong Fishing" also has this prototype-Kyushu thought: Is it possible that this old grandfather is also waiting here to "take the bait" man of?

  The curiosity became heavier and heavier. As soon as the old man sat down today, Kyushu took Han Lu and walked over to say hello to the old man.

   "Hello, grandpa, are you fishing?" Kyushu asked, with a sweet voice, with a touch of tenderness and tenderness, very nice.

  The old man steadily held the bamboo pole in his hand, turned his head slightly and looked at Kyushu and said, "Yes!"

"However, I do not fish for food, let alone make money. The children in my family have grown up, and my pension is enough to eat and drink." The old man continued, "I Yeah, I like to raise fish. Fishing in this way is just a fate. If you are willing to go home with me, you will naturally be hooked."

   "Just like you are a little girl, I have a relationship with your brother, so I will talk a few more words." The old man's eyes moved from Kyushu to Hanlu, and back to Kyushu to look at Kyushu.

   "There is a good saying: "There are less than a thousand glasses of wine every confidant, but a few words are not speculative." Everything is about speculation and fate. This is something you can't find."

   "If this fate is encountered, it can bring many unimaginable results. Maybe not all of them are good effects, but it is always better than the unfavorable ones!"

"You are still young, so you can force some "fate" and try those obsessive things. It's okay to be young and frivolous." The old man's eyes on Kyushu suddenly became serious, and he said with earnestness: "But you have to remember : When you grow up, you will have to cultivate this kind of "fate" mentality. This is actually an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life."

   Kyushu solemnly nodded, and chatted with the old man for a long time, and was not willing to leave at noon. Han Lu was afraid that Kyushu would disturb the old man's life, so she resigned.

   "Grandpa, won't you go home for dinner?" Kyushu asked when he was leaving.

   "Not yet, wait a minute..." The old man smiled and rippled slightly to the surface of the water, "The fish in this river and lake are related to me. I will wait for them."

   "Maybe their pace is slow, but you can't help but wait for them to make them sad!" The old man said half-open jokingly.

In fact, the surface joke of the old man is also to tell Kyushu: Although fate can be met and cannot be sought, we should also quietly wait for our fate to arrive-this is something that everyone in life will have, and God will never give anything less. The fate that people deserve.

  Kyushu and Hanlu didn't go far, Xixian, which was tied to the far end of the old man's bamboo pole, trembled, and the straight "fish hook" was bitten by a small fish, causing the lake to ripple.

  The old man satisfactorily collected the bamboo pole, removed the fish hook, carried the bucket with only two or three fishes, packed up the tent that he had used by the river for the past few days, and carried the folding chair and went home...

Originally, this old man wanted to go home last night, watching the lively riverside last night, thinking about staying for another day. Unexpectedly, Kyushu would come to chat with this old man, and it was a kind of fate to speak of.

  　Knowledge link: [related knowledge mentioned in this chapter (including some extensions)]

  　　 cold dew three times

  　　①The bird enters the water as a clam: the bird is missing, and there are many clams on the beach. The stripes and colors are very similar to the bird, so the ancients thought it was made by the clam and the bird.

  　　 cold dew custom

  　　①Autumn fishing

  　　 other related

  　　① "Jiang Taigong fishing": Jiang Taigong fishing – the wisher takes the bait. (Detailed in this chapter)

② "There are less than a thousand cups of wine every confidant, and a few words are not speculative.": From a poem by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty, "The West Lake Sends Thanks to Cao Yun in Spring", the whole poem reads "The Spring Scenery of the West Lake returns, and the spring water is green. The east wind falls like grits. Joining the army, thinking about the spring like a cloud, and sending the spring with white hair inscribed poems, sending spring. Knowing a bottle of wine on the lake from afar, you can recall thousands of people on the horizon. Thousands of miles thinking of spring is still sentimental, and suddenly the spring comes to the guest’s heart. The snow disappears. The mountains are green and the flowers are blooming. The riverside is sunny in February. The youngsters drink wine in the spring, and today the head of spring is white. The foreign country and the people are unique, only the old acquaintance of the Dongfeng. The wine meets a confidant with less than a thousand glasses, and there are more words than speculation. A bottle of wine on the Lake of Knowledge can recall thousands of people from the end of the world."

  　　[Part of the information comes from the Internet, and is compiled by self-integration and interpretation]

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