Maybe the sun will go down tomorrow

At sunset on the western mountain, the rooster crows intermittently, and the hunters on the mountain happily return home with their prey.

Below the mountain, the dim sunlight hit the boy's face.

The young man was good-looking, and his body was full of the fragrance of books. At this moment, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked at the woman in front of him with nostalgic eyes.

"Mother, don't send it off, let's go home." The words said so, but the intersecting hands did not let go.

The woman also burst into tears, and choked up when she heard the words. After a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind, she resolutely withdrew her hand, tried to suppress a smile, and said: "It's my mother's fault, it makes you worry, mother Walk."

The young man's name is Jiang Zhu, he is a scholar, he was lucky enough to win the Juren last fall, and this spring, Fang will go to Beijing to take the exam.

There seemed to be a demon behind the woman, telling her to leave quickly.

Looking at his mother's back, Jiang Zhu sighed softly.

The date of departure and return is uncertain, and the future is uncertain. Only by seeing it can I live up to my youth.

Thinking about it, Jiang Zhu looked at the wild geese flying around in the sky again, for no reason, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.