There is a painting of a woman standing in a park

Shangqiu, the capital of the Song Kingdom, under a juniper tree in the middle of the city, concise and logical words were spoken in the husky and old vocal cords characteristic of the elderly. The old man wore a brown shirt, the top of his head was bald, and only some gray hair in front of his sideburns. Although the old man is old, his back is still straight, and even the scars of the years, which the world cannot match, can not make him bend over. Under the brown shorts, it is no longer the strong and robust repellent shell that can run for thousands of miles for the sake of righteousness in his heart, but his heart has not changed. The heart has not changed, the body is naturally straight and unyielding, the eyes are still bright, and the words in his mouth are as simple and free as when he was young. Under the tree, more than thirty young men dressed in linen and short brown sat on their knees, either frowning or scratching their heads as they listened to his husband's words. I don't know how long it took, and finally a young man slapped his thigh heavily, revealing a look of sudden realization. Looking up at the old man under the tree, the respect in his eyes was even stronger. The sound of young people slapping their thighs was crisp, like the thunder of spring, bringing the continuous summer boom after that, and the remaining young people gradually understood, nodding and clapping their hands in unison.

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