National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival are two festivals combined.

Having 8 days of vacation in a row is so comfortable just thinking about it. I made an appointment early with my buddy from Xichong (real name He Yuansheng) to go to their Xichong Square on the 1st, which is the National Day, and watch the eight horses running on the square. ?

Anzi set off from Chongqing after five o'clock in the morning and turned to Bishan to pick me up. It was already dawn.

Anzi, a native of Xichong, took advantage of the vacation to rush back to Xichong to see his old mother. Because I had known that Anzi had published books and taught traditional Chinese studies, and I had also heard her recite the Book of Songs, I absolutely admired Anzi. When I saw him, he was dressed in an elegant manner, with a soft face, and fluttering clothes; his tone was neither urgent nor slow, and his tone was calm and harmonious. In short, it is very consistent with the imagined Yasuko. The only difference is that the real Yasuko is slightly slimmer.

The driver is Yasuko’s sister, who is beautiful and simple, and you can smell the smell of being cared for and brought up by her sister. Sister? Did we two sisters fight with hammers (had a fight) when we were kids?! The three of them laughed, and the strangeness of meeting for the first time was instantly lifted. The road was lush and lush, watching the wild bushes growing on both sides of the highway and the unspeakable wild flowers that appeared and appeared in between. In addition, there were two high-end beauties sitting beside me. I was in a good mood all the way and wanted to sing loudly, but unfortunately I was tone-deaf. On the other hand, Anzi began to sing softly, which was really nice.

As we were approaching Xichong, a message from Mr. Zhou Houyong, chairman of the Chongqing Bishan Writers Association, came through WeChat: Chen Guangxiang, if you want to go to Xichong, I will drive a special car to accompany you. You must rush back on the 3rd to participate in the membership activities organized by the Writers Association for you.

This text message from Mr. Zhou caused differences between me and Anzi. Anzi said that she refused invitations to this and that group and has not joined any group so far. Anzi said that she didn't like to eat or drink, and she wasn't good at pretending. I believe that what Anzi said about her cultivation and personality is true.

I was speechless for a moment, and everyone fell silent. Fortunately, Xichong arrived in time and we plunged into the ocean of joy.

Early the next morning, I took a shower and shook my head vigorously, as if to shake off the drunkenness from last night, which was obviously impossible.

In order to prove that I didn’t leave without saying goodbye, I hurriedly wrote a small poem and posted it in the group:

I met the person I wanted to see

Drank strong wine

Goodbye, Xichong

Waving gently

Farewell to yesterday’s beautiful smile

You are the glow in the sky

It will definitely turn into a free cloud

At the destined moment

Float to Bishan

And I

have been waiting quietly on the top of the mountain

I forgot how to write the word "靥" in "xiao dimple". Why bother? Teach me.

It happened that my comrade Pang Kaihu was sending my niece to Chongqing Airport, and I took his car back to prepare for joining the Writers Association.

Anzi, seeing everyone happy that day, I really couldn’t bear to ruin the atmosphere and argue with you. Now let me tell you, in fact, the real reason why I joined the Writers' Association is simple: I can't stand other people being nice to me! Leaving aside Mr. Zhou Houyong's status as Chairman of the Writers' Association and CEO of a company, let's just say that Mr. Zhou is seven or eight years older than me. Years old, if he is still in the army, he can be regarded as my squad leader's squad leader. Only soldiers can understand the feelings between soldiers. I am in my fifties, and you still want to drive a special car for me, a little-known post-school junior. Not to mention such elegant things as joining the Writers' Association, I will accept it even if it means being thrown into a hot pot. Isn’t there a saying, a woman will look good to please herself, a scholar will die for a confidant!

The chairman of the 80-year-old Writers Association said: There are only two ways to write, and one is to write about yourself. Romance; the other is to write about life, the masses, the bottom class, and the suffering. Today's authors write more about themselves and less about society.

?I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, and I was sweating slightly on my forehead. Aren't I in this state?

Anzi, you have the elegance you pursue, and I have my understanding of how to deal with things. Although there is a difference between elegance and mastery, there is no contradiction. Doesn't this correspond to the ancient saying that "gentlemen are harmonious but not different"?

Pen pal Ya Que asked this question one day. In my little poem, I met the person I wanted to see. Who is it? I said it was Hu Dashuai, Hui, why bother, Keren, Qinglian, Lier?

The clearer shadow , is that you?

It’s great to have friends like this! Remember, I’ll wait for you at the top of the mountain!

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