Chapter 40 Preface to the Fourth Golden Autumn (after 1995)

Walking through the rustling fallen leaves in the northern country, you can vaguely feel the shinless auspicious snow, while in Taiwan, you are still sweating like rain in autumn. Autumn is just the beginning, a prelude to playing before winter.Cold winter is the time of my birth. After storms, rain and snow, it finally turns from green to heavy golden.In golden autumn, wait for all things to be collected, while the remaining temperature is still in the forest, light a weak firewood, and stare at the light that is about to disappear in the sky. It is difficult for the flowers in the greenhouse to appreciate the breath of late autumn. The lucky ones born in the subtropical zone have long lost the baptism of the soul.There is joy in life only when there is suffering, and only after going through the turbulent waves can we see the peaceful land.

People ask, autumn is deep, what is busy?Let's see, there is no trace of the past, the breeze is blowing, and the dream is also deep. Tired guest at the end of the world, returning home in the mountains, looking at the heart of the hometown.The swallow building is empty, where is the beauty, and the swallow in the empty lock building.Ancient and modern are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old loves and new grievances. This is the second half of Su Shi's "Yong Yu Le", which can quite express the state of mind at the beginning.In the end: Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.Bamboo straw straw shoes are better than light horses.Who is afraid?Ren Pingsheng in a mino of misty rain.The spring breeze blows and wakes up, slightly cold.The mountain top is slanting but greets each other.Looking back at the bleak place, go back.Neither wind nor rain.

This is Su Shi's "Fixing the Storm" again, so why not borrow a little song? Zhu Bang's preface July 1995