Coming to the Xiangjiang River, which he had passed countless times, Liu Changan saw someone fishing on the riverside, and he remembered Du Mu’s “Drinking Alone”:
It’s snowing outside the window, and I turn on the stove and open the wine vat.
It’s like fishing in the rain and sleeping under the tent in the autumn river.
Perhaps because of Du Mu’s background, Du Mu’s song “Drinking Alone” has a real sense of unrestrainedness that Liu Changan appreciates, and it also reflects what Liu Changan has always believed: loneliness is the normal state of life.
Compared with Du Fu’s “Drinking Alone”, which has no original meaning, it is a little forced. Du Fu only achieved his Dzogchen state of canonization after “the boundless falling trees rustled”.
Of course, this does not mean that Du Fu was not as good as others before Dzogchen. That was also a peak that was difficult for poets throughout the ages to reach.
Liu Changan thought about these old people, but unknowingly walked to the fishing place by the river.
The fishing guy set up a fishing tent. This kind of tent is different from ordinary camping tents. Common camping tents tend to be equilateral triangles, while single fishing tents are often A-shaped. As for ice fishing tents, they are also polygonal. Lord.
The fishing tent is breathable, quick to set up and open, and is sun-proof, mosquito-proof and rain-proof. It is really a good companion for fishing. Liu Changan looked at it and felt it was very good.
“The harvest is good.” Liu Changan saw that there were a lot of goods in the big fishing bucket outside the tent. It was obviously not to prevent the Air Force from going to the vegetable market to buy.
“Yes, do you want to come in and take shelter from the rain?” The younger brother saw Liu Changan’s handsome appearance and gentle temperament, and looked at the drizzle outside, so he invited him warmly.
Liu Changan bent down and got in. The little brother’s tent was relatively large, and it was not crowded for two people to sit inside. The little brother poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Liu Changan.
“It’s comfortable.” Liu Changan said with envy. In fact, many ancient people “sleeping under a tent in the autumn river” were not very comfortable and warm. At that time, they could prepare a small stove, teapot, and hot wine in the cold winter and snowy days. After all, there are only a handful of people fishing from boats.
“Yes, Nas is quite comfortable.” The little brother squinted his eyes, showing a state of complete immersion in happiness, “I have been out for three days.”
“Then where are you sleeping?” Liu Changan looked at the tent and found it a bit difficult to sleep.
“In the car, my car is parked over there.” The little brother pointed in a direction.
“Did you brush your teeth?” Liu Changan didn’t