Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days - Chapter 128 Dreaming Awakening Yanhuang in the same vein (3)

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  Chapter 128 Dreaming Awakening Yan Huang in the same vein (3)

  One night after thirteen years, the night was already deep, and the stars blinked and closed, and they were obviously drowsy. The moon also took advantage of the thin cloud and squinted secretly.

  Quiet and deep summer night, insects are always indispensable, a small song of crickets, accompanied by the sound of frogs on the wetland lake not far away, played the music of Midsummer.

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  Yanhuang Land Cultural Conservation Association————

  A newly built house next to a quaint building is fascinated by the shadows and the lights are on. From that house faintly heard continuous keyboard tapping.

  Perhaps the night is getting deeper, and even the crickets and frogs are reluctant to work for the summer symphony, their voices become weaker and weaker...until there is no sound at all.

  The sound of typing on the keyboard is still coming, and it can be recognized from the light and shadow. It is a girl who is in her youth, and her tired eyes reveal seriousness and love.

   And let the moonlight climb into the room with the window, but it turns out that there is not only the girl in the room alone, but still working, about the only girl.

   And let the moonlight trace the girl's appearance—it was the grown-up Meng Jiuzhou.

  Not forced to work overtime, nor was he bullied by colleagues as a newcomer just because he had just graduated from college. Kyushu is rushing to use the manuscript for the publicity of the association's public account, and is going to postgraduate reports tomorrow, so I have to do tomorrow's work tonight.

In the tired eyes, there is more love. The moonlight envelops the breeze and brings the slight coolness of the fingertips. Every word typed on the keyboard seems to have been poured with all the hard work, and every word is filled with Kyushu’s profound cultural heritage. Feelings.

  The last picture is attached... Kyushu thought for a while, and took out the painting that I had when I was a child: It was a Four Seasons Wonderland drawn by a childish little hand holding a pencil after returning from China Shenzhou.

  The painting was always taken by Kyushu, even if it was sleeping, it was placed beside her. Now that I think about it, it was just a dream...

Is    really a dream? Is it really just a dream for those loving and righteous gods, those passionate youths, those poets who are poetic and poetic, and those who live in China, who love life, and treat each other with sincerity?

   But, if it’s not a dream...Why doesn’t it leave anything after waking up from the dream? Why did I fall in love with the traditional culture and the cultural heritage of the land of Yanhuang, but never saw those gods with the disposition of children?

  Meng Kyushu grew up, but Meng did not grow up with Kyushu.

   Kyushu’s nose was sour and she wanted to cry, but her father as a policeman had always taught her to be strong and not to cry.

  Night is already deep. Thinking about it, Kyushu fell asleep...

  Dream is the familiar Four Seasons Wonderland, the familiar group of gods, and the only thing that has changed is that Kyushu has grown up and is no longer the ignorant child.

  I had a long conversation with the gods in the Four Seasons Wonderland for a few days. The Spring Festival sister, Lichun sister, Dahan brother...They still have the same appearance and temperament.

The Qushui Liuqi, the peach blossom feast, and even merged into one, once again connected the Four Seasons Wonderland of China Shenzhou and Yanhuang Land. I saw the group of brothers and sisters who have become the figures of China Shenzhou, who is now. The poet who embraces his grandson and compares his grandchildren with his old friends...

Later, after all, it was a dream yellow beam again, and there was no shadow left. I could only see the neatly drawn "Twenty-Four Solar Terms Song" on the computer screen with the hand-painted pencil, which brought the group of Four Seasons Fairyland gods The abbreviations of their first names are in the rhyme of "Spring rains start to spring and clear valleys, summer is full of awns and summers are hot."

  Later, I joined the army when I was a graduate student in Kyushu, and it took me a few years to be a soldier before returning to school. After graduating from his Ph.D., he chose to work as a teacher in the school. He worked at the school every working day and at the Cultural Conservation Association during holidays. The whole person is busy going round and round, but also having fun.

  But Kyushu never dreamed of those gods in the Four Seasons Wonderland again. Perhaps it was because Kyushu grew up and no longer needed their guidance; perhaps Kyushu’s mission was completed and they let Kyushu live a normal and fulfilling life.

  Or maybe, it was a story in a dream that Kyushu had imagined.

  So, are Huaxia Shenzhou and Sishitian Wonderland really just a dream? Is this cultural mission of the same line imagined in the dream of Kyushu?

  I’m afraid that even Meng Jiuzhou himself can’t answer this question clearly. Maybe just ask the gods in the Four Seasons Wonderland to know the answer, right?

    The author's words: solar terms and festival culture are just a microcosm of the excellent traditional Chinese culture, but she deserves to be known to every child and every person with the blood of the Chinese nation.

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