In a trance, Yang Huaiping's butterfly flew to the depths of the dark mountain, on a winding asphalt road, a blind old man carrying a broken radio and holding a bamboo pole sweeping back and forth on the winding mountain road to explore the path came into Yang Huaiping's eyes.

The butterfly fell on the winding mountain road and turned into Yang Huaiping's appearance, he paced to the blind old man's side, and then Yang Huaiping heard the old man carrying the dilapidated radio from the hoarse and dumb singing voice of the Yu opera "Flower Fighting Dynasty".

Xiaolang even pleaded outside the door,

In the back hall, my Wang's edict came.

My lord's name is Cheng Yanjin.

Outsiders sent a number to call Cheng Leng,

I want to fight against the emperor in Shandong back then.

The imperial court was established on the Wagang village.

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Yang Huaiping listened to the melody and frustration, the words were full of singing and felt very tasteful, he listened to the song while watching the blind blind man holding a long bamboo pole on the winding and steep mountain road back and forth to the top of the mountain road, Yang Huaiping was very puzzled to look at the blind old man in front of him and said: "This mountain road is so dangerous, your old eyes are blind again, and there are cliffs on both sides of this mountain road, you are not afraid of falling off the cliff!"

The blind old man spoke: " My eyes were blind and I couldn't see anything anymore, I lay in bed at night and felt depressed and panicked, so I took my bamboo pole out for a walk, as for the fear of falling down the cliff on the side of the road, I'll tell you this, I used to try to walk this road when I felt very scared in my heart, but I always felt that there was a kind of guidance in the dark to guide me on, this power made me desperate to walk through this winding and steep mountain road until I reached the top of the mountain, until now, I used to feel that I could not finish the mountain road, after trying to walk countless timesI didn't expect to actually walk this tortuous and steep road to the top of the mountain, and as I had more and more times on this road, I gradually forgot the fear in my heart!"

After Yang Huaiping heard this, he stood thoughtfully in place and was silent for a long time, and at this time, a blind old man holding a long bamboo pole dangling back and forth on the road, carrying a broken radio, had gradually walked away in the dark night.

The mountains under the night seemed very quiet, Yang Huaiping looked up at the sky, the dark sky hung with a round of moon, a few stars dotted with the sky did not seem so monotonous, and then he looked at the winding and steep mountain road ahead.

Yang Huaiping's mind couldn't help but think of what the blind old man said, "I was also scared when I first started walking this road, and as I walked more and more on this road, I forgot this fear in my heart." ”

In the lonely night, Yang Huaiping thought about what kind of power made a blind man have the courage to walk such a winding and steep mountain road, why did he walk so calmly as if there was no bond, Yang Huaiping clearly felt the blind old man's transcendent free and easy, but he couldn't do the old man's free and easy feeling anyway.

In a trance, Yang Huaiping thought of the scholar in the long shirt that he also felt very familiar with, and he thought of the scholar in the long shirt who suffered from the sadness and sadness of the ridicule and ridicule of others again and again, and the act of resisting drinking and burning his beloved books with the Yanqing pen that he regarded as a treasure, Yang Huaiping squatted down and sat on the winding mountain road and began to fall into a long period of thinking, and at this moment he felt that he was suffering more and more in his heart.

In the silent dark night, Yang Huaiping once again looked at the winding mountain road that winds into the mountain with no end in sight, he fell into a deep confusion, Yang Huaiping sat on the mountain road for a long time, he stood up and patted the soil on his buttocks and decided to walk this steep and winding mountain road blindfolded, to see if this winding and steep road can work for himself.

Immediately Yang Huaiping took off the shirt on his body, he tied it in front of his eyes and began to try to stretch out one foot and carefully explore and walk forward, Wang Huaiping looked very restrained every step he took, as if he was afraid that he would fall under the cliff if he was not careful.

In the dark night, Yang Huaiping moved forward like a snail, he continued to explore and try to let go of the fetters and shackles in his heart like a blind old man, just for the direction in his heart, just to reach the end point he wanted to reach, no matter how winding and steep the road ahead was, no matter how dark and dark the night around him, he just hurried with an open heart, not afraid of dangers.

The surrounding sky was dark, and Yang Huaiping couldn't see the stars, the moon, the dawn, and even more so tomorrow.

Yang Huaiping, who was gradually moving away, began to feel uneasy and anxious in his heart, and he had a feeling of giving up halfway like the scholar in a shabby robe, but there was a strong unwillingness in his heart, and it was because of the unwillingness in his heart that he never stopped.

At this moment, the blind old man swept the road left and right with a bamboo pole in his hand, and the sound of squeaking with a dilapidated radio sounded in Yang Huaiping's ears, and the blind old man slowly walked to Yang Huaiping's side and said: "Young man, I have been walking back and forth on this road, why are you still here!"

Yang Huaiping wiped the sweat left on his forehead due to nervousness, he pursed his lips and lied: "Don't tell the old man, I am also a blind man, and I also want to learn from the old man to walk this winding mountain road." ”

After the blind old man heard Yang Huaiping's words, he smiled heartily and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you are blind alone, as long as your heart is bright, relax your mind a little and be peaceful, then you can reach the end of this road, but these alone are far from enough, you still need this!"

Saying that, the blind old man handed the bamboo pole in his hand to Yang Huaiping, after Yang Huaiping heard the words of the blind old man, he took off the clothes that covered his eyes, Yang Huaiping took the bamboo pole and looked at the blind old man in front of him and said: "Old man, I take your bamboo pole, then how should you go back the rest of the way?"

The blind old man fiddled with the buttons of the radio, and after changing a song to the Henan opera "Flower Gun", he carried the broken radio and said: "In the past, when I walked this road, I used this bamboo pole to explore the road, and I had a good heart to rely on, but now I have walked this road countless times, and I am very familiar with it, so I can walk back without this bamboo pole!"

Yang Huaiping saw that after the blind old man handed over the bamboo pole to him, the blind old man carried the broken radio and hummed a little song, and walked down the winding mountain road very chicly.

Just as Yang Huaiping was blindfolded and ready to take the bamboo pole to walk the mountain road again, the moment he touched the bamboo pole to the ground, a very warm power came from the bamboo pole and wrapped Yang Huaiping as a person, and in a trance, he transformed into a butterfly and left the world that did not belong to him again.