When the sun, like a ripe red persimmon, sets from the treetops in the far west, Gu left the old city alone and rode his bike on his way home.

This unplanned trip to Huaiyang was suddenly decided the night before, much like an emotional operation in the process of futures trading. My companion doesn't want to go. She doesn't seem to understand or get used to my whim. As usual, she will visit her old father. It's not because I didn't insist that my other half come with me as before. Maybe it means that I feel that I am no longer young again and again in the depths of my soul in recent days. If she wants to go, she will go with her; Don't want to go, really don't want to force her to go again. This idea is so different from the previous situation that I don't even understand it myself.

Are you sad for autumn?

I thought about it all the way, but I didn't fully understand it, so I simply didn't think about it.

When I set out, I heard on the radio that today is the Double Ninth Festival, and I should visit my old mother. Old mother wants to see it. She went to see her mother last night, but she didn't know that today was the Double Ninth Festival. In fact, as long as you have an idea of going shopping often, you don't care if it is the Double Ninth Festival. So the decision to go to Huaiyang cannot be changed. In fact, Gu Buwei returned to Zhoukou at dusk and immediately bought two Jin of red raisins in the street. He went straight to see her old mother and said to her old man: Mom, today's Double Ninth Festival, my son bought you your favorite red raisins from Huaiyang. what do you think? I didn't know my old mother cared much about it, just let her like it.

two

Travel is definitely not a simple trip, it seems to be to find something you can't tell.

Gu didn't feel anything wrong with his life, and he didn't know what was wrong. He was confused and wanted to go out and look for it, because all he knew was that it was not at home.

By the West Lake, an old man with a white beard who was divining met him warmly. Take a break?

Every time I go to Huaiyang, I am used to resting by the west lake, looking at the lake and replenishing drinks and food. So, I stopped to chat with this old man with a white beard. About what? Nothing more than good or bad fate and so on. In the chat room, good men and women came to calculate divination. The second divination is not finished yet, regardless of the time, he continues his journey quietly.

After crossing the zigzag bridge, the ancients did not camp on the stone bench by the lake on the south side of Xiange Tower Square.

I washed my hands in the lake, ate some fruits and food, played music, and began to read How many flowers fell in my dream.

Just after the National Day holiday, there are not many tourists. Only a few couples who look like students are sitting or talking intimately nearby. The sun shone lazily through the cracks in the branches and leaves of weeping willows. Green. There is not a ripple in the quiet lake. From time to time, there are circular ripples arched by fish, which spread in circles. Sometimes, with a bang, it jumps out of the water and splashes a lot.

A gust of autumn wind blew, crumpled the clear water of a lake, tore off many yellow leaves and blew up a colorful long skirt of a beautiful girl.

three

When the shadow moved over the stone bench, Gu left Xiange without packing his bags and came to the East Lake full of lotus leaves and reeds.

Different from the half-withered lotus leaf in the south lake in front of the string song stage, the lotus leaf in the east lake dried up into pieces of rust color; Some are half green and half dead. Clusters of dense reed forests, covered with furry white tassels, look like elderly people. In the distance, flocks of Bai Niao blackbirds are flying leisurely. Looking around, there is a feeling of being in the movies of Baiyangdian Lake, Lotus Lake, Weishan Lake, Shajiabang and even Liangshan in Shui Bo. From the reeds and lotus leaves, the cruise ship has become the only moving scenery in the silence of the vast East Lake.

Sitting on a stone bench on the north shore of East Lake, I listened to a local migrant worker telling Gu Buwei about stealing an ancient tomb in a village south of the city two years ago, and arresting more than 30 people in Zhuangzi to recover gold bars and knives.

How many unknown history and fascinating stories are buried under the old city of Chen Chu?

Turn north around East Lake, pass Taihaoling Square, cross the majestic Longhu Bridge which is about to be completed in Beiguan, find the north shore of Xiangxi, make a circle, leave Xiguan and set foot on the return journey.

Autumn scenery seems to have forgotten all her troubles all the way.

four

Today's firm offer, although there is no signal, is suspicious and uneasy. Let's come out and wait and see tomorrow's trend before making plans.

Finally, after reading Ghost Rites, I didn't feel very good on the whole, and I didn't add any new knowledge. Perhaps the only new knowledge lies in the phrase "only holding counterpoint"! In fact, this sentence is not new. Isn't that what stop loss means? The author just said that in a certain period of time, positions that have not been proved to be correct by the market should be closed. How long does this specific time mean? Ten minutes? An hour? One day? Or ten days? Come to think of it carefully, it's sheer nonsense! In a word, it is basically a useless book. In other words, there is no difference between reading and not reading.