I feel like I have a fever too!

I watched motionlessly as Ziyun took off the toy Winnie the Pooh, gently unzipped the back of Pooh's buttocks, and took out a yellowed photo, I looked at the photo without blinking, looking at the words that were no longer very clear:

Bodhi is here today

Where to find the mountain

The shadow of the propagation

Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I felt like I had been struck by lightning, blood was surging to the top of my head, and I struggled to raise a hand and drag the photo from Ziyun's hand.

Lishu,Quaint Lishu!What a familiar Lishu font!I once carefully touched the Lishu font on a windy night, pondered and studied how many times!

Isn't this exactly the Hanli font on the picture scroll that Xiaoying gave me!

Isn't this exactly the Hanli font on the stele I saw with Xiaoying!!

By the stream of the college, I once told Xiaoying about the majestic Chinese character culture: "Our ancestors gave us wonderful Chinese characters, horizontal, apostrophe, vertical, and ...... Look at the simple strokes, each Chinese character is composed of these simple strokes, but there is an infinite mystery hidden, you see, every stroke seems to be alive, they are wonderfully combined, magically born a simple or complex, large or small, wide or narrow Chinese characters, each Chinese character has its own characteristics. ”

"And Lishu, so that the very distinctive Chinese characters have a full life!" "In the meteorite museum of Shancheng College, I once told Xiaoying about the infinite charm of Lishu on that inconspicuous stone tablet, "Lishu is based on the seal script, in order to meet the needs of convenient writing font, Lishu is flat, neat, exquisite. By the time of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the dot paintings such as apostrophe and pinching were beautified to provoke upwards, and the severity of the setbacks was full of changes, and it had the beauty of calligraphy art. The style is also diversified, and the value of art appreciation is very high", especially Han Li, in the eyes of Xiaoying's fascination, I told her about the thirteen products of Shimen, the vigorous and powerful "Shimen", the mellow and regular "Shihu flowing water, smooth and natural" Gon Xue", I told her: "The emergence of Lishu is a major change in ancient writing and calligraphy, which has made the art of calligraphy in China enter a new realm, and is a turning point in the history of the evolution of Chinese characters, which can be said to have laid the foundation of regular script. ”

A painting, a stele, two lines of words, a few unrelated people, a few unrelated scenes, a few unrelated things, just like this at the foot of the painting mountain, I feel like I am in a dream, familiar and strange people approaching me, fresh in front of my eyes, but foggy!

In the light drizzle, I almost stumbled, I quickly ran back to the car, took out the painting that Xiaoying gave me, and everyone gathered around, only then did I understand why I was so out of shape.

"It should be a person's handwriting, look at the word 'shadow', the penmanship is almost exactly the same", Zhaoyang leaned over and compared the handwriting.

"This, this painting, where do I seem to have seen it?" Ziyun took it, looked at the painting carefully, and then shook his head again, "It doesn't seem to be the same... , Alas, I can't remember clearly!" Suddenly, Ziyun inhaled with her nose, "That's right, I should have seen it, this ancient sandalwood fragrance, I seem to have smelled it somewhere", everyone stared at Ziyun, waiting for him to finish speaking, but she waved her hand again, scratched her head, and signaled that she really couldn't remember.

I remember Xiaoying told me that this painting was given to his mother by her grandmother, but I didn't ask for details, thinking that there must be a story in it, I picked up my phone and dialed her number, but I couldn't get through.

Stepping on the pebbled riverbank, I stroked my short hair with my hands and walked into the waterhole, the opposite mountain is separated from us by a pool, the mountain is not high, but lush, the trees are densely crowded on the mountain, only near the waterhole, a few stones are exposed, dark, quiet and mysterious.

This is the painting mountain, there are too many themes around this painting mountain, for love, sadness or pain, sweetness or suffering, for friendship, expectation or encouragement, speculation or pride, for happiness, seeking or combining, perseverance or giving up, one scene after another stage play around the "painting mountain" staged in turn, we are like a play, but also the audience, standing on the stage to play others, but also under the stage to play ourselves.

"Didn't you say that there is a stone tablet?" Dayong, who had not spoken, grabbed my arm, afraid that I would fall into the pool.

"A meteorite museum, we've seen a stone monument......" I said.

"Meteorites! it's really a meteorite again!" Ziyun's voice suddenly raised, and she interrupted me.