Plato's Little Star [ABO]

The director of the Federal National Library is giving an annual summary report, and Beta next to Olande is playing with his mobile phone with his head down. Olande and a few young people have lowered the average age of the entire exchange meeting.

Plato sent a message saying that he was going to meet his mentor, and attached an emoji of an old man at the end of the sentence, and Olande sent "good luck :D".At the end of the library exchange meeting, Christopher State Library won the first-level national library construction funds.Plato should still be in the meeting.

Olande took the subway back to Plato's small apartment first, but he forgot to bring the key.There is a yard behind the one-story residential building in the front row, and one yard has an open gate, and there is a nameplate of "Wesley Chen" on the fence.There was an apple tree in the yard, and the sun unevenly painted it a honey-gold, and the heavy apples weighed down the dark branches.The thrush hopped a few times among the leaves, then raised its head and called.

The faint sound of pingtan came from the room with the door open, and the cries of the sanxian and thrushes gave people a moment of strange enjoyment.The exotic oriental afternoon seems to be contained in a piece of solidified yellow amber.Olande listened to it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what Pingtan was singing.

An old man with white hair—probably the owner of the house, Mr. Wesley, walked out of the house with a teacup—he was almost exactly the same as the emoji that Plato sent to Olande... Olande I began to think about whether Confucius, whom Voltaire and Kant respected, looked like that.

Old Mr. Weasley put the cup beside the deck chair under the apple tree, and the oriental leaves soaked in the cup to a transparent golden color like sunlight, rising and falling in the hot water.He suddenly saw Olande, raised his hand to Olande, and greeted him in the public language with an oriental accent: "Hey... hey... good afternoon."

"Howl of mud." After thinking for a long time, Olande remembered a sentence in Chinese.

Old Mr. Wesley was very surprised, and asked him in Chinese: "Hey! Young man, come in for a cup of tea?" Seeing that Olande looked puzzled, he asked him again in common language.So Olande readily accepted the invitation.

The shadow under the sun seemed to be golden, and Olande expressed his gratitude to old Mr. Wesley: "Thank you, Mr. Wesley. I can understand simple Chinese, but I can't speak it. Your apple tree is very beautiful .”

"A man is seventy years old, and three thousand years old when fruit is ripe." Mr. Weasley read a poem in Chinese, but Olande didn't understand it, but Chinese poems can give people a beautiful experience only with the ups and downs of the syllables.

Old Mr. Wesley picked a few apples, rinsed them under the faucet in the yard, and handed one of the apples with drops of water to Olande, using his public language with an accent, as if chatting with an old friend He also said to Olander: "The weather today is exceptionally good, and the shadow is also very beautiful. The shadow always arouses people's interest in observing it."

Olander smelled the aroma of apples and soil, "I guess... Maybe it's because the shadow is naked and hugs the earth sincerely, but it doesn't put any pressure on the god of the earth. The earth likes to carry them. The shadow keeps us alive before death comes. Get closer to the clay—God told Adam that from the clay, man will return to the clay.”

Old Mr. Wesley smiled and took a bite of the sweet, crunchy and juicy apple, "Thank you, my friend, this is an unexpected and wonderful answer. I remember that in China, people, soil and nature always appear together. In the West, Hegel refuses to discuss the beauty of nature, and believes that the beauty of art is higher than the natural aesthetics, which is worthless and meaningless to discuss. The East never thinks this way. Can I recite a Tang poem about natural beauty for you?"

Orlando is very willing.

When Plato came to pick Olande up, Mr. Wesley gave Plato and Olande a large paper bag of freshly picked apples, and told Olande that he was listening to the Pingtan of "The West Chamber". Tell Hollander and Plato "The Romance of the West Chamber" tells a story of "may all the sentient beings in the world become relatives" - translated into common language: May all sentient beings in this world be able to love themselves beings together.

Mr. Weasley believes that in the hearts of Chinese people, not only people can love each other. If there are ghosts and gods in this world, they can also love each other. The Chinese people praise and bless the ability of all things to love.Old Mr. Wesley wished Holland and Plato a happy life.

The sky with the light gradually receding is like an upside-down calm sea water, and the sky that meets the sea is as blue as the sea, slightly glowing with the light meat red of transparent shrimp shells.

Plato walked beside Olande, touched his pocket and said, "Olande, I also left something today."

"Is it a key?" Olande looked up at Plato, "Huh?" He looked at Plato's expression and laughed, "No, it's really a key?"

"Hmm..." Plato raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at Olande's shoulder, nodded slightly, then looked at Olande with a smile in his eyes, "No, no."

Olande frowned suspiciously, and then guessed: "Wallet?"

Plato put the key in Olande's hand, and said nonchalantly, "My heart is on Olande. My chest is so empty, yet it is filled with some kind of love."

"What?" Olande was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Plato, you are so naive—as punishment, well, I don't plan to give your heart back."

Plato nodded, "Okay, I hope you don't just treat it as a ruby-like decoration."

"I put yours and mine together." Olande looked at the sky, "Platto, do you want seafood pasta, or pineapple seafood baked rice. The sky is a bit like the blue color of crab shells, we Go to the supermarket?"

"A wonderful proposal. Olandra, back to Christopher, can I invite you to live with me?" Plato pressed the car key, put the apple on the car, and opened the door for Olandra.

Olande didn't think of an answer, "Of course, you can invite."

Plato smiled, and opened the car door to talk to Olande: "When the plane flies over Christopher, I will invite Olande to live with me. By the way, Olande, what fruity flavor do you want to try?" ?Pineapples, peaches, sweet oranges..."

Olande recalled the news that he had just read. New Zealand mistook the smell of durians for a biochemical weapon. "Actually, I'm curious about the smell of durians."

"Uh..." Plato thought for a while, "Olande, are you serious?"

Olande nodded sincerely, "Well, very seriously."

Plato was stunned for a moment, then closed the car door, sat in the driver's seat and put on his seat belt, "Actually, I was thinking just now, if I want to buy fruit-flavored condoms, what flavor should I buy."

The author has something to say: a man lives seventy years old, and a ripe fruit is three thousand years old. ——Hong Shi's "Linjiang Immortal Dry Lv Qingyun Chuibaolu"