If the July sun weren't like that**, the river beach wouldn't be so desolate and empty. Only the hissing of cicadas filled the sky, and the clouds and the wind did not know which corner they had stepped on.

However, on the long river beach, there were soon two small black spots; It slowly shook and slowly enlarged. Where the black dot had moved, there were two lines of deep and shallow crooked footprints, like wine cups, full of sunlight and the fragrance of wild flowers wafting from the embankment.

It's full of crisp laughter like grapes.

But there were two teenagers, one fair-skinned and the other dark, and they came madly and madly.

The fair-skinned, thin, shorts in a suit, and a short-sleeved sea soul shirt. There is a slingshot made of a tree diagonally on the belt. The swarthy one, missing a front tooth, likes to grin and laugh haha: and shirtless. The summer sun tanned even between his toes, and he couldn't tan his remaining front teeth. At the same time, there was also a bag of boils on the skull, which were red and swollen like persimmons.

The boy bent over as he walked, and his sweat was planted on the riverbank.

"Oops, tired. Burn the dead!"

"Just take a break. The people in the city are useless. ”

By the high embankment, the boy sat down to rest. The nose wings fanned one by one. Red or yellow wildflowers bloomed all over the riverbank, and one by one they were like a song! Purple purslane, each with a large half basket.

This purslane, the countrymen took it and spread it on the door panel to dry, and then fried the red pepper, which was very tender and refreshing. It's about a rare thing for people in the city. Therefore, the fair-skinned young man also likes his grandmother's fragrant fried purslane vegetables and mung bean porridge. Grandma naturally smiled faintly: "This cub!"

"Bullying grass?" The swarthy boy suggested.

"Yes. Gotta get it!"

"Lost the beater?"

"If you hit the hand, you will hit the hand. ”

Then they came and went to pull the overlord grass. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, you just want to be happy.

The cicadas hissed and screamed tightly. The sun is so big.

When I got tired of playing this game, I picked purslane again. It's a full basket, and I can't hold a little bit more. And he sat down again and rested. The fair-skinned boy unleashed his slingshot, picked up a pebble and shot it hard, and in the middle of the river, there was a small white splash.

"Oops, it's so far!"

"I'm going to shoot across the river. ”

"Braggart. ”

"I don't blow it. ”

And the river, as if it had been wounded, flowed in a hurry. Sparkling and sparkling. This is a famous river in the south, flowing day and night with countless beautiful or sad stories, ancient and fresh. Occasionally, a white sail flipped over like a calendar, and in the abrupt silence, the thin waves rose gently, licking the sky and the shore with relish. There are small fish and shrimp bouncing. Pebbles are so clean.

"I'm going to test you now. The fair-skinned boy said.

"I don't like exams the most!"

"What do you see the difference between the shore on the left and the shore on the right?"

"There is a bag valley on the left. There is no one on the right. ’

"That's not the question. ”

"Left.... There is an irrigation and drainage station. There is no one on the right. ”

"That's not what you want!"

Later, the swarthy boy finally shook his head.

"Oh, look, the left bank is flatter, and the right bank is higher. Haven't seen it yet?"

"He's, he's really grinning!"

"It makes sense. Do you know?"

He shook the boiled skull around again: "Talk about noise, and if you know, you will talk about it." ”

"My cousin, he said it was caused by the earth's own rotation!"

"Tsk, tsk, you know a lot.

The young man laughed. The dark eyes sparkled. However, he forgot that purslane was taught to him by the country boy; He also taught him how to burn bread grain to eat, how to fish for hemp crutches (field chickens)... Everyone has their own wisdom and pride, and they can't help it.

The sound of cicadas has subsided slightly.

"So quiet. ”

"yes. ”

"After picking so many purslane, grandma will be happy when she goes back!"

"Of course, Luo. Praise you for what you do. ”

The young man for the time being, in his meditation, saw his grandmother's happy appearance. Silver hair flashed in front of his eyes. No wonder, he was brought up by his grandmother. Childhood romance is like a moon boat, moored in the arms of my grandmother. The crook of the arm is quiet and warm.

But one day, my grandmother took up her baggage and went to the countryside. I don't know why.

When I was having lunch just now, someone shouted to my grandmother across the field, and the voice was so loud. When my grandmother came back, she took the swarthy boy and his friends, and told them to go and play with them, and go far away to the river. Purslane picking, paddling, whatever. Anyway, have fun playing it for an afternoon. "Be obedient, don't have an accident, don't come back if you don't break the dark. One of them gave a large bamboo basket. At that time, the sun above his head was like a red-hot soldering iron. The white boy was so happy, but at the same time surprised, because on weekdays afternoon, his grandmother must force him to take a nap, and he must not be allowed to come out to play, but today everything has changed. Grandma, how good you are!

The sound of cicadas was muffled again. One or two wild bees swirled overhead, buzzing.

Paddle to the opposite shore. ”

The swarthy boy then said, "Good paddling and far away the pale green mountains."

"Okay. "Squinting at the green shore opposite,

"Okay, okay. ”

"Race?"

"Competition. ”

"Is it a dog who loses?"

"When a dog changes, a dog changes. ”

The boy who helped the black laughed. The smile with the missing front teeth is very astringent and moving. Lin Jituo, one black and one white, and two red stripes were gently held up.

So they threw themselves into the river. The river water is cool, Wenhai is alive and calm, choking water. Because he wants to be a teenager; Gently flickering and flickering, a beautiful splash of water. The young man from the city,

Laugh, because he saw his friend, the swimming posture should be called my shop "snorkel style" how funny. And from the mouth of the toothless, he squirted water at him. In the distance, a white sail, 1 is slowly kissing it. It's fun, it's fun. And the scenery on this side of the shore is different. It's a piece of water and grass that is decided. Aquatic plants are good for hiding ferns. Behind is the reed forest. The green and the boundless green are just like the dreams of teenagers.

"Oh yes, this place is so beautiful. ”

"It's from the city that it's good-looking. ”

The striped boy stood on the shore. One is white, the other is dark. His hair was wet, and his mood was clearer than the sky.

However, the fair-skinned young man, as soon as he suddenly shouted in a muffled voice, took a few steps backwards and staggered.

There's a snake in the weeds!

"Don't be afraid," said the swarthy boy, "don't be afraid, water snake. ”

At the same time, the cat went down to the waist, caught the snake very quickly, and raised it with his hand, and the snake fell like lightning and suddenly fell into the river. It's scary. The fair-skinned boy sweated most of his body and immediately admired his friend.

His friend asked him again, "Do you have good eyes?"

"On the right is one point two. ”

"Don't be afraid. Tomorrow I will catch the krait and the silver krait, and I will take the gall to give you to eat, and I will cover your eyes!"

Naturally, there is a certain amount of admiration. Seeing that the missing front teeth looked like a small rat hole, I felt kind and funny.

Just now I was about to say a few words, but my friend suddenly raised his index finger to stop, and whispered: "Don't make a sound: look." "What?"

"Over there. ”

Huh!"

Over there, the fair-skinned boy saw two waterfowl. The two snow-white waterfowl gently combed their dazzling feathers on the edge of the green aquatic plants. Beautiful, serene, and at ease.

When did it fall?

The fair-skinned teenager thought. Alas, it would have been nice to have brought a slingshot across the river! Because the beautiful, peaceful, and free life had conquered him in its entirety, he did not dare to breathe out loud.

Siye is so quiet. Only the river and the shore murmured. Hard-shelled beetles crawl and sparkle in the soft mud. The green of the aquatic plants and the whiteness of the waterfowl are touching.

"It's good to catch it. Raise it and watch it every day. The swarthy boy whispered.

"You don't like it?"

"Much more than you like!"

With a swarthy smile, he was silent. The boil hurts faintly.

The bird is affectionate and loving, and shines on its own shadow in the shallow water. And the beaks are crossed, and the long necks are rubbed against each other. It is the same as this day, the same water, and the same quiet green, which is like a picture.

The young man with a stripe of stripes then fell into the grass and looked at it. The grass is so itchy, but I don't dare to move, I don't dare to destroy this drawing in the slightest. The sky blue ground is attached to the back of the light ridge.

The air is burning. Silent, boundless.

Suddenly there was the sound of gongs, clangs, clangs, from the other side of the river.

"What do you do to strike the gong?"

"Oh," the swarthy boy immediately bounced up like a ball, and his belly was covered with mud. "A struggle meeting! A struggle meeting this afternoon!"

Bang, bang, bang, this shout, startled the two water birds. From the green water, the snow slid up and passed away leisurely.

The sky is so empty. The summer sun suddenly shines brightly.

Last summer, my wife and I bought tickets to join a private tour group that set off from the Mudanjiang River to visit sea cucumber Tibet in Russia. The main attraction of Vladivostok is the sea, our hotel faces the sea, and every day in addition to watching the sea from the balcony, we have to go down to the outermost edge of the coast again and again, and watch quietly....

On a small corner, we found that there were two old men sitting on the side, one fat and one thin, fishing. We raised it, and it turned out that he had six small hooks hanging from his fishing line, and each hook was a small fish. He took off six small fish and put them in the bucket beside him, and then took the bait again, and in less than half a minute he picked up the rod again, and six more hung on it. And so he busily hooked the hook, and my wife approached to see that there was already half a bucket of small fish in the bucket.

Strangely, the thin old man, who was only two meters away from him, did not move. Why didn't a fish take his appointment? Just wondering, the water wave moved slightly, he slowly lifted the rod, there was no fish, but when he saw that the hook was huge, he only wanted to catch big fish, in his eyes, the old man was busy raising a large number of fish, which was simply a violation of the fisherman's selection standard and dignified image. Great anglers are human representatives who sit and negotiate with the sea, not waiting for trivial handouts from the other side.

Every time the fat old man picked up the fish, he had to glance at the thin old man out of the corner of his eye, as if to say, "You just go on like this, great negotiator!" The thin old man replied only with the silence of a clay sculpture and wood carving.

Both of them are mocking each other, and neither of them is convinced.

After a while, the fat old man got up, picked up the bucket full of fish, and walked away, and grimaced at us with pleasure, but did not even laugh, and walked like a victor triumphantly. The thin old man still sits, the setting sun shining on his stubborn body, and he uses his back to despise the shallowness of his companions. It was twilight, and we had to go back, and after walking a little way back, we saw the thin figure still facing the sea. At this time, the sea has become even more hideous and dark. The barking of the dogs grew louder and louder, and the night began.

The wife said, "I already understand why one is so fat and the other is so thin. One is more material, the other is more spiritual. The spirit of the world is always stubborn and thin, right?"

I said, "Well said. But it can also be said that one is comedic beauty and the other is tragic beauty. They criticize each other every day, but together they are complete human beings. ”

Indeed, none of them can do without anyone. Without the thin old man, how can the fat old man's harvest be proven? Without the fat old man, what is the significance of the thin old man's national defense? There are many fish in the sea, and no one's harvest is enough to worry about: the sea has a long history, and everyone's country is in an instant.

Therefore, their value must be proved by their opponents, and it is conceivable that one day, the fat old man will not see the thin old man, or the thin old man will not see the fat old man, how frightened it will be. In this sense, the biggest adversary is also the biggest friend, and it is difficult to separate.

The two old men are in good health, and I think at this moment, they must still be sitting on the seashore, like two eternal sculptures, forming the Vladivostok in our hearts.

Legend has it that there is a Chu and Han endgame on the top of Huashan, which is the legacy of Emperor Zhao Kuangyin, the ancestor of Chen Shu and the first surname of the hundred families.

No matter in the urban and rural streets and alleys, Tiantou guest houses, halls and study rooms, there are many hands to talk about life, and those who are happy in chess have woven a leisurely and beautiful scenery. It is like a magic mirror, deriving a symphony of fate and a pastoral retreat.

Xiangqi and Go, although they are both types of chess, have almost no similarities: the more chess pieces "go", the fewer they "play", and the more "played" the pieces of Go; The chess pieces must be eaten and won by moving, and the chess pieces must be lightly beaten to defeat the enemy; Chess such as iron sand palms, taekwondo, throat guns, there are curls of clothes and sleeves, Go is like Tai Chi pushers, iron cloth shirts, one-finger Zen, and the contemplation of gently shaking folding fans; Chess attaches great importance to love, forgetting life and death, but for the sake of the king, Go is still ambitious, up and down the Quartet, only to gallop.

The chess that has been fighting for thousands of years in the Chu River and Han world is a fork in the road in the world and a contradictory confrontation. In the axial symmetrical pattern, the children have their own unique skills, like Tian Ma Ri, they are personality entities that can never be changed.

The black-and-white entanglement of Go is the sky of a clear night, and it is the strangeness of antiquity. In the symmetrical cosmopolitan in the center, the grains are full and solid, just like that. They are inherently equal selves.

Therefore, chess symbolizes the philosophy of struggle, and Go is a metaphor for the mystery of the world.

Chess is a confrontation between soldiers. It is to ask for the life of the Jun family, step on your head to attack the city and plunder it quickly, and then peace, the winner is the king.

Go pursues the general trend of points. It is to restrict the development of the other party, squeeze your space, open my banquet in your court, borrow the wine cup of the guest official, pour the master's block, and want you to live in a remote corner of the country.

Therefore, chess is built on the deep calculation of strategy, and the pursuit of hegemony

If you don't see a thin old man, or if a thin old man can't see a fat old man, how frightened it will be. In this sense, the biggest adversary is also the biggest friend, and it is difficult to separate.

The two old men are in good health, and I think at this moment, they must still be sitting on the seashore, like two eternal sculptures, forming the Vladivostok in our hearts.

Legend has it that there is a Chu and Han endgame on the top of Huashan, which is the legacy of Emperor Zhao Kuangyin, the ancestor of Chen Shu and the first surname of the hundred families. No matter in the urban and rural streets and alleys, Tiantou guest houses, halls and study rooms, there are many hands to talk about life, and those who are happy in chess have woven a leisurely and beautiful scenery. It is like a magic mirror, deriving a symphony of fate and a pastoral retreat.

Xiangqi and Go, although they are both types of chess, have almost no similarities: the more chess pieces "go", the fewer they "play", and the more "played" the pieces of Go; The chess pieces must be eaten and won by moving, and the chess pieces must be lightly beaten to defeat the enemy; Chess such as iron sand palms, taekwondo, throat guns, there are curls of clothes and sleeves, Go is like Tai Chi pushers, iron cloth shirts, one-finger Zen, and the contemplation of gently shaking folding fans; Chess attaches great importance to love, forgetting life and death, but for the sake of the king, Go is still ambitious, up and down the Quartet, only to gallop.

The chess that has been fighting for thousands of years in the Chu River and Han world is a fork in the road in the world and a contradictory confrontation. In the axial symmetrical pattern, the children have their own unique skills, like Tian Ma Ri, they are personality entities that can never be changed.

The black-and-white entanglement of Go is the sky of a clear night, and it is the strangeness of antiquity. In the symmetrical cosmopolitan in the center, the grains are full and solid, just like that. They are inherently equal selves.

Therefore, chess symbolizes the philosophy of struggle, and Go is a metaphor for the mystery of the world.

Chess is a confrontation between soldiers. It is to ask for the life of the Jun family, step on your head to attack the city and plunder it quickly, and then peace, the winner is the king.

Go pursues the general trend of points. It is to restrict the development of the other party, squeeze your space, open my banquet in your court, borrow the wine cup of the guest official, pour the master's block, and want you to live in a remote corner of the country.

Therefore, chess is built on the deep calculation of strategy, and the pursuit is the arrogance of the hegemon; Go is beyond the triviality of lightness and spirituality, and advocates the inheritance of kings.

Chess is an inch short, an inch is dangerous, the fastest player is ruthless, and the first move is strong. Its charm lies in the efficiency of the luck with a strong wrist, the choice of the means of the remnants of the yin, the ability to kill, and the ability to make a move to avoid being poisonous. At the expense of breaking the remnants of the soldiers, fearless of the four walls to leave the position, as long as a breath remains, he will endure the humiliation and burden, hold the pride of the three families who died in Qin, take the offense as the best defense, and work hard.

Although a soldier and a pawn, he also moved forward bravely, opened the bow without turning back the arrow, swept and pursued, did not cringe in the midst of the army, only took pride in smashing the Yellow Dragon, until you were in a different place, and your life was whimpering.

Go is an inch long and an inch strong, and the husband is the only one who cannot fight, so the world can not compete with it. Its charm lies in the insight into the order of fortune and misfortune with transcendent insight, so that it seeks gains and losses in the indispensable transformation, and realizes value in the judgment of doing nothing.

It is like the disappearance of yin and yang, the change of the four seasons, the birth is endless, and the parallel is not contradictory, so the open attack is taken from the dark, the virtual and the real correspond, not only the truth, but also the external potential. Humility and arrogance, proximity and separation, prosperity to avoid, chaos to take, before and after can call each other, left and right are also the source, busy in stealing leisure, idle in making busy, so that without a fight and surrender to the soldiers, to know the wonder of vertical and horizontal, can be described as a good person.

Drepung Temple, Jokhang Temple, Potala. What I will never forget is the clouds of Tibet. The clouds above the roof of the world are unmatched anywhere else. Her speed, her ease, her drinking, her feelings, are all revealed in a wordless.

When the sun rises in the east, she is dressed in the morning light and calmly welcomes guests: when the sun sets in the west, she lightly wraps in evening clothes, blesses and prays; The first time I saw Zangyun, I couldn't hold back my excitement and surprise, and shouted, "Baiyun, my love!"

I stood on the platform of the golden roof of the Potala Palace, looking up at the sky, only to see the white clouds floating in the blue sky, some like young ladies, singing and dancing: some like the plateau of the male rot, spreading their wings and circling: some like the horses of the grassland, galloping with hooves: some like the flowing water of the Brahmaputra, horizontal.... In the blue sky, the clouds flutter at will, each showing their spirits, changing in an instant, and the weather is dry.

They combined with the blue sky to create a huge and incomparably large natural picture, and when they passed through the Guanjiao Tunnel and Tanggula Pass, the discomfort caused by the lack of oxygen drifted away with the clouds.

I sat on the platform of the golden roof of the Potala Palace, and I sat in my clothes. Waiting to enjoy the charm of the white clouds at sunset, eight o'clock in the evening has passed, the dusk of Lhasa is late, and the clouds are dotted, like a flock of sheep in red clothes: layers of clouds, like peacocks opening the screen; The glow of the clouds is like a bloody blade piercing the sky: ruby red, garnet red, agate red...

The color spectrum associated with red, which can be found in the palette over Lhasa, is packed by the sun for white clouds.

The blue sky, which has quietly faded at this time, leaves all the vastness to the white clouds; The mountain, at this time only for the guests, left all the magnificence to the white clouds; The sun, quietly receding, left all its beauty to the white clouds. At this time, Baiyun is a loving mother.

The towering Potala Palace is the proud son in the arms of a loving mother, the spacious Lhasa River is the mirror of a loving mother's dressing, and the lanterns on the square of the just-completed Potala Palace are the pearls on the cloak of a loving mother. The mother smiled and cheered up the night for Lassala. The night was a little chilly, there were no stars in the sky, no moon, only thick clouds floating on the black velvet, they rolled in the same direction, they were covering the plateau at night with cotton wool to keep out the cold.

There are two other most famous clouds in Tibet, one is the colorful clouds on the summit of Mount Everest. She is like a flag flying high. It is called a flag cloud. Suddenly the clouds are like the waves of the sea, sometimes like horses galloping, sometimes like the smoke of the cooking, and sometimes like a soft veil.

Strong winds, steep slopes, snow, and gravel on the slope of the mountain at an altitude of 7,500 meters above sea level are exposed to solar radiation, and the air temperature on the surface is higher than the atmospheric temperature, forming an air flow along the mountain slope.

Ice and snow below 7,500 meters are heated and sublimated by the sun, transporting water vapor to the rising cloud current, providing favorable conditions for cloud formation. Convection in both directions makes convective cumulus clouds often form near Mount Everest, so during the day, people will see flag-shaped clouds hanging on the summit of Mount Everest. With the rising airflow and weather systems of the high winds, the shape of the flag cloud is constantly changing. Its charm, its magnificence, is rare.

The other place is the white clouds of Zhangmu Port. Light yarn around the mountain, like flowing water in the valley of the white clouds, large groups, small strands, like a white dragon, crawling along the hillside, thousands of postures. The clouds drifting from Nepal to the north and the clouds from Nyalam to the south meet in the mountains near Zhangmu, with the white clouds in the south and the clouds in the north above, moving in parallel and opposite directions, and the middle line of movement is clear at a glance.

After moving a short distance, each of them rises vertically at the same time, forming a pair.

Go around the hill and float elsewhere. Anthropomorphic to the top cloud. Camphor is located in the subtropics, in the rainy season, and in the low pressure area, at this time, the hot and humid air in the south moves to this area, and the dry and cold air in the northern plateau also moves to this place, the proportion of hot and humid air is small, at the top, and the proportion of dry and cold air is large below. When they first met, they did not invade each other, but they could not withstand the strong wind behind each other, and were forced to squeeze upwards, thus forming a unique spectacle - the top cloud.

Its coquettishness, its mystery, and its rarity. The specific natural conditions of the plateau, the devout religion, the magical style, and the beautiful Snow City have added infinite charm to Tibet, and the clouds of Tibet are gorgeous, amorous, magical and wide

Thought is by no means a meditation of nothingness, nor is it a generalized preaching out of thin air, but an invisible idea that supports the journey of life, a keen spirit that nourishes the heart, improves character, and guides behavior. When a person roots his ordinary and ordinary values in a solid and fertile place of thought, he will not only radiate the diversity of knowledge and the depth of cultivation, but also the loftiness of ideals and the purity of ethics.

A philosopher once said that thought is a reed. In my opinion, a reed of thought sometimes does not need to be deliberately planted, and can take root and grow everywhere. However, in such orientations as right and wrong, positive and negative, open and closed, mature and naïve, healthy and rotten, science and ignorance, noble and lowly, strong and cowardly, flexible and mechanical, etc., the mind should show nobility, dignity and greatness.

I don't dare to boast of whether I am a thinking reed, but I think that I am willing to be or say that I want to be a thinking reed, which is not an extravagant hope.

Whether it is to be a reed of thought or to become a crop of harvesting thought, this is what I will pursue all my life. Therefore, I am willing to be in the hustle and bustle of the floating world, suffering and happiness, thinking about the present and the future, thinking about society and life, and persistently stretching my thin and unyielding branches and leaves in the wilderness of spiritual solitude.

First of all, they soaked my inconspicuous and unfilled seed with rational philosophical thoughts, and then illuminated my body and soul with infinite philosophical light, so that I could understand how to be a person with sound thoughts, how to unswervingly pursue the footprints of truth, to decipher the code of life, and to stick to the "last outpost" of morality with conscience and responsibility.

Once a person becomes the harvest of ideas, he can be reborn to engage in the career that he advocates, even if it is ordinary but not without nobility, even if it is boring but not uninteresting, and he will focus on the torture and exploration of life and society without distraction in the days when he is alone in the sky of his heart.

Whether it is successful or not, happy or not, it doesn't seem to matter, but I consciously pour my heart into life and fate, and always maintain a persevering and indomitable attitude in the journey of life, and I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood without hesitation. It is undeniable that becoming a crop of harvesting thoughts is actually a kind of creation and construction of one's own life character, as well as the tempering and improvement of one's own life spirit.

It is a long and arduous process, which requires perseverance and patience, intellect and piety, perseverance and perseverance.

A great man who has passed away once said that people need to have a little spirit. If we are blindly fond of the pursuit of materialism, the bad habit of pure talk, and the yearning for utilitarianism, then we should really ask ourselves: in addition to these, do we still need a little sober conscience?

Otherwise, the land of thought will be barren, the world of the mind will be missing, and some common sense that is originally beneficial will be trampled or even forgotten. Therefore, I was alert to the dust of the world, abandoned insensitivity and refused to go with the flow, and at least maintained a never-slackening behavior and way of thinking in the limited time and space of my life. I'm not the kind of arrogant person who is only sober, nor am I the kind of man who thinks he is high.

But I always know that although I can't turn things around, I can send a ray of sunshine to the world, even a drop of dew; It can't be a compass for the boat of life, but it can be a passionate oarsman.

I often think that even if one day my life comes to an end, I can still say with pride that I was the harvest of ideas.....

When Song Jingru was thirteen years old, she was a hydrangea girl in the Song family's class, dressed in red, holding a hydrangea, shuttling back and forth in the lion dance team, and the hydrangea flew between her hands and feet, attracting a group of lions to shoot. She is as light as a swallow, moving like a rabbit, and is the most eye-catching fiery red.

This day is the birthday of the prince of Baiyin, and most of the people present are Mongolian princes and dignitaries, and everyone in the Song family is working hard and trembling, lest something go wrong.

Finally survived until the end of the song, the last drum beat was finalized, Jingru kicked up with his right foot slightly, straightened his toes, and just resisted the falling hydrangea

At that time, the audience applauded.

The prince of Baiyin was very happy, and smiled and asked everyone to come forward to receive the reward.

Jingru walked at the end, and the tall figures of her father and senior brothers covered her tightly. From time to time, she poked her head out to look at their sides, wondering how they didn't have a smile when they heard the prize.

The prince gave wine, and the entire Song family class knelt down to thank him.

Jing Ru naturally followed suit, and when she got up, she heard the side

She turned her head and saw that the young man behind the table was slightly older than herself, with a handsome face and a pale complexion, and he was wearing a purple gold brocade robe and a mink fur fur, which was different from herself.

But she just thought that even if it was late autumn now, this person was a little scared of the cold.

"Will you?" The boy asked again.

"Absolutely. She laughs.

"Okay," the boy poured a glass of wine, "I'll invite you to drink, and you can teach me to kick the bow, okay?"

She looked at her hand, which was empty.

Then, when she saw that her father and brother had received wine from the king, she suddenly became competitive, and snatched the wine glass from the young man's hand and drank it all.

"Good.

She also said a good word, and many times in the years that followed, she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't said it?

The young man's name was Chechen, and the second senior brother who knew Mongolian said that it was the meaning of the sage. Jingru didn't understand, but Chechen was a very idle person.

With a name, she then learned a lot of rumors that Yi Chechen was the righteous son of the prince of Baiyin, but behind his back, everyone said that he was actually a wild seed born to the prince and a Han woman.

She didn't care about that, she just asked him, "Do you miss your mother?"

She also lost her mother, so she felt that he and herself were the same people who had fallen to the end of the world. But Chechen just glared at her fiercely, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned around and left without saying a word.

Who would have thought that he would faint to the ground the next moment.

This scared Jingru a lot, she didn't know that the little prince of the prince's mansion was so frail and sickly. The place where they made an appointment to meet was so deserted, and Chechen escaped from everyone before he ran out secretly, and the only person who could take care of him was Jingru.

When Chechen slowly woke up, he found himself in a thatched hut, outside the house night was approaching, the fire pit was burning withered branches, and beside him was Jingru, who had already fallen asleep, and he saw that she made a head flower made of golden bells and southern red beans, golden and red, and joyful.

He remembered that he was leaning on someone's back in the haze, warm and comfortable. In my ears, it was the sound of the golden bell.

The following year, Jingru's father also died of illness. After the Song family class was taken over by the senior brother, the former scenery was gone, and the senior brothers left the team one by one to fend for themselves, and the second senior brother who knew Mongolian entered a Wanhu Mansion as a nursing home.

Jingru had seen him at the temple fair, and that day the young lady of Wanhu Mansion was accompanied by the nurse to go out for a walk, and her second senior brother of Mu Ne followed behind to protect, three steps away, no more than one step and no less step, as if the distance was the thunder pool, and it could not be exceeded.

The young lady of the 10,000 households is really good-looking. She bit the mulberry and said this, and shook her head at the side, wiping the corners of her mouth and fingertips that were dyed purple and black by mulberry juice with a white silk scarf.

Recently, he can't come to see her often, because the last time the crown prince went to Baiyin's house, he was addicted to playing Keju with him, and then summoned him to the East Palace from time to time.

In such a situation, the prince of Baiyin is naturally happy to see it, but he also accompanies the king like a tiger, and takes him with him all day long.

Chechen, this is what you thought of a long time ago, didn't it?" Jing Ru thought about it back and forth, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had learned Keju from himself in order to vote for the crown prince's favor, just for such an opportunity.

What can the illegitimate son of a Han woman rely on in the palace? Even though the prince loves him, the prince always has to die. If he didn't cultivate his own power early, there was only a dead end waiting for him.

Chechen didn't answer her, only said that he had something to give her.

The delicately made dice, the white beef bones are polished very smooth, and the red beans removed from her old head flower are used to make points, which look bright and abnormal.

She took it in her hand and looked at it, and smiled and threw it into the porcelain bowl that had already taken the empty mulberries, "I'll ask for a hexagram." “

The two dice collided with each other with a crisp sound, and finally stopped whirling at the bottom of the bowl, both at six o'clock.

Da Shun, she cheered happily.

"What are you asking?" Chechen asked her, and by the way, he turned over the hexagram book, ready to explain the hexagram for her.

Travel.

"What?" He asked again as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"Next year, today, I'm leaving. ”

Jingru said with a smile.

Today next year, Song Jing should be fifteen years old, and he will be in his prime.

At this time, the girl's family should think about some lifelong things, such as the character and family background of the future husband... It is not a question of which one of the three mountains and five mountains is better to go first.

But what kind of person is Song Jingru, she is a little girl who has been cared for in the palm of her father and brothers since she was a child.

Even though the Song family class is a juggling team in the lower ninth rate, she also grew up with the stars, and she is not lacking in the pampered and willful temper that Miss Qianjin should have.

Chechen can't stop her!

Time flew by for a year, and when she was about to leave, something stumbled her hands and feet. Things are so tricky, Chechen helps solve it quickly but has no complaints.

However, this still can't stop her in the end.

It was late summer when I left.

However, this still can't stop her in the end.

When I left, it was the end of summer, and the lotus flowers in the south pond of Dadu were at their peak, and Jingru took out the two dice and put them in the palm of Chechen's hand, "If you think of me occasionally, use it to ask a hexagram for me." She laughs.

Tsuchen quietly took the dice into his arms.

Then, with a shake of the reins, Jing rode away, her wide sleeves fluttering backwards with the wind, like an egret spreading its wings and flying over the water.

If you think that a bird should soar in the heavens and the earth, not be bound to a certain time, place or person.

She has walked a long way, and she has also climbed many green mountains and walked through many green waters.

Back in Dadu, it's been ten years later.

Song Jingru is already twenty-five years old, and she still rides a fast horse in red.

Song Jingru is already twenty-five years old, she is still wearing red clothes and riding a fast horse, and she is full of spirit like the little girl who first entered the rivers and lakes.

No one could see the wind and frost in her heart, just as no one knew that she had cried so sadly under the acacia tree in Lingnan Guangye Temple.

"Linglong dice An red bean, do you know the lovesickness to the bones?"

Although she grew up in the middle of a small age, she has also heard Wen Feiqing's quatrain, which is so easy and straightforward, it is a shy question between lovers.

She knew what Chechen was thinking at that time.

However, she also knew that there were many other things in Chechen's heart, he was trying to survive in oppression, and his love with her could not bring him any benefits, and even brought death.

At the time of the founding of the country, the Great Khan had issued a strict decree prohibiting intermarriage between Mongolia and Han, and violators would be beheaded at the slightest and even punished at worst. Even if he is as illustrious as his father, he can only hide and fear for the rest of his life

However, before she left, she had seen such a bloody example with her own eyes.

The second senior brother and the young lady of Wanhu Mansion love each other, but what is the ending? The two eloped unsuccessfully, and the second senior brother is in his sweetheart

was crippled in front of him, and since then they have met strangers, although the injuries on the second senior brother's body are healed, but the heart is dead.

In the end, the second senior brother finally voted for Nanchizi.

When she and Chechen found him, they only saw the corpse that had been soaked for several days.

So, what else could she do?

He wants to get ahead, and he has to raise his eyebrows, and the higher he climbs, the farther they will be between them.

She even knew that that year, the crown prince had told Chechen that he would marry his own sister.

They have no other choice.

She rode past the palace of the prince of Baiyin, and heard that the former prince had inherited the throne. But she looked at the courtyard, the yellow leaves were all over the ground, and the autumn wind was chaotic, so that people only felt that Xiao Suo was broken.

It's late autumn again.

On the other side of the long street, someone banged a gong to open the way, and Jing got off his horse and stepped aside with the crowd to listen to the people around him.