When he came to the gate, he pressed some grains of rice into a ball, used them as a paste, kneaded them into a ball, and handed them to the squirrel. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info squirrel hugged, riding on the head of the lone wolf, Fang Zheng held the Spring Festival couplets, stroked at the gate, and asked: "How is the height?"

The squirrel saw it and shouted, "Go to the left, go up to the right, and that's it!"

Fang Zheng took the rice ball and pasted the couplet on the door.

The upper link is: goodwill is really Zen;

The next link is: Compassion is also a dojo.

Horizontal batch: Not a monk!

The couplet is someone else's, but the horizontal criticism is his own, the days on the mountain are bitter and lonely, he is still young, and his heart can't calm down at all. He also longed for the life under the mountain, running freely in the mundane world, rather than being a monk guarding the temple. Therefore, the final horizontal criticism, he added it himself, which can be regarded as self-deprecation for himself.

Looking at this couplet, Fang Zheng finally felt the flavor of the New Year, and said with a smile: "It's pretty good-looking." ”

"Squeak!" just then, the squirrel cried.

Fang Zheng was stunned and said: "You also want Spring Festival couplets? I don't know where your house is, how can I paste Spring Festival couplets for you?"

Squirrel: "Squeak Squeak......"

"What? You're going to move in? You've chosen all the nests? What? You're going to live on the Bodhi tree? uh...... There's no tree hole for you to live in, right? Why did I make you a house?" exclaimed Fang Zheng unhappily.

However, Fang Zheng still took a long flower pot and tied it to the branch of the Bodhi tree.

No way, there is no way to make a beautiful nest for the little squirrel without hammers, nails, and wooden boards. But since this guy lives in a tree hole, it should be no problem to use a jar instead.

It's just that why does this little thing blow his beard and stare at him after seeing his new home, and he doesn't need to look at him anymore? Fang Zheng patted his bald head and suddenly remembered, he took the wrong one, this is not a flower pot, this is his urinal back then...... It's been a long time, and I almost forgot about it. When you pick something, you look familiar with it and start it.

But Fang Zheng would never say this, otherwise the squirrel would have scratched a few paw prints on his bald head.

However, Fang Zheng still changed the squirrel to a bigger and more beautiful flower pot, and the little guy got into it with satisfaction, and then jumped up and down Fang Zheng's shoulder, if it weren't for Fang Zheng's head being too smooth, it is estimated that he would have jumped on his head.

For the first time, Fang Zheng felt that his bald head still had an advantage......

Once the house is done, let's write the Spring Festival couplets!

Tear off two small red slips of paper with the width of a little thumb, Fang Zheng held a brush, and wrote a line of words clearly on the narrow note, which is still a dragon Buddha script, the text is atmospheric, full of Zen.

Shanglian: People are happy to be prosperous;

Downlink: Rat Trillion Year;

Sideways: There are squirrels at home

The little one couldn't read it, but he was still very happy.

When the lone wolf saw this, he was not happy, and he immediately wanted to couplet.

The lone wolf came early, and Fang Zheng built a kennel for him out of waste wood, so there was no need to bother to get him another kennel.

Then write Spring Festival couplets, right?

As a result, when Fang Zheng searched for it, he was immediately embarrassed! Everything that mentions wolves on the Internet is scolding wolves, and there is no good thing to say. What can I do?

Fang Zheng glanced at the cute lone wolf, and said with a smile: "Do you know this word?"

The lone wolf shook his head.

Fang Zheng snapped his fingers, and this is easy to do......!

Uplink: lantern hanging Buddha door;

Downlink: Jade Dog Guards the Atrium;

Horizontal batch: There are dogs and no thieves

It's all pasted, and the last red paper is gone.

Almost at the same time, the brush and ink in his book vanished into a golden light.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said in his heart: "You're too anxious, aren't you......?"

scolded a couple of sentences, but the mood was extremely comfortable, but it was not enough to have couplets for the New Year, there had to be lanterns! But where did he get the lights?

Fang Zheng had an idea, and thought of the old monk's ice lantern! So he ran to the backyard, took out a big iron bucket, and filled two buckets full of water!

The water cup was also filled with water and placed in the yard.

A few hours later, the water in the bucket froze, and when Fang Zheng knocked it, it was quite sturdy and ready to use!

Fang Zheng carried the vat into the kitchen and placed it by the fire, and the vat roasted in a circle, and soon the connection between the ice and the bucket became civilized and loosened.

Fang Zheng took the bucket out again, smashed the ice on the bucket out of a hole, poured out the water that had not yet frozen inside, and then buckled the bucket on the ground and gently lifted it up!

The big iron bucket was lifted, and an ice lamp in the shape of a bucket appeared! The rootless water was extremely clean, and after freezing, there were no impurities at all, just like crystal, very beautiful!

Fang Zheng opened another opening on the ice lamp for ventilation, and then happily carried the ice lamp out and placed it on the wall of his house. Choose another candle, light it, and put it in the ice lamp, because there is a vent on it, so you don't have to worry about going out without oxygen. At the same time, the ice lamp is protected by ice all around, so you don't have to worry about the wind blowing out the candle.

Although the flame of the candle is not beautiful, but after being reflected by the ice crystals of this round bucket, it also looks extremely gorgeous, occasionally there is a breeze going in, blowing the fire flickering, shaking, and the light outside flickering and shaking, like neon, very beautiful!

Sure enough, after seeing this ice lantern, the little squirrel and the lone wolf couldn't bear it anymore, jumping and jumping, and also wanted an ice lantern of their own.

Fang Zheng scolded with a smile: "You two guys, do you want ice lanterns, okay, go fetch water yourself!"

The lone wolf and the squirrel immediately ran to fetch water, and not long after, there was an ice lamp made of a small water cup in front of the squirrel's nest, and a large ice lamp was deducted at the door of the lone wolf. However, there are no candles in these two ice lamps, no way, there are not a few candles in Fangzheng, it is impossible to waste them, they are all used.

Even so, a wolf and a squirrel were overjoyed.

Founder is also playful, and decided to concoct it according to the law, make more ice lamps and put them on the mountain, anyway, idle is idle!

At this moment, there were footsteps outside, and there were quite a few people listening to the sounds.

Fang Zheng flicked his sleeves and went out to check the situation, only to see Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Yang Ping, Yang Hua, and Song Ergou A group of people, both men and women, came up the mountain with their shoulders on their shoulders.

Fang Zheng was a little confused, what is the situation?

Rewind the clock to morning......

"What are you doing here?" Song Ergou put down the broom, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the long table placed at the head of the village, and walked over to ask in confusion.

"Uncle, that's right. The government encourages culture to go to the countryside, isn't this a small year, everyone has to post Spring Festival couplets. In previous years, everyone went to buy ready-made, and there was a lot less cultural atmosphere. We are volunteers of the county calligraphy association, and we are here to help you write Spring Festival couplets on the spot, which is regarded as a cultural trip to the countryside to send blessings. A young man stroked his eyes and smiled.