The weather was fine and there was no wind in the hospital.

Liu Daode had nothing to do in the morning, and deliberately took out a pen and paper to practice calligraphy.

Climb the Stork's Tower...... This is one of his favorite poems.

The Yellow River flows into the sea;

Looking at the ink on the paper that had not yet dried, Liu Daode was very satisfied.

Calligraphy works, pay attention to the right time, place and people, only into a mysterious state, in order to write the artistic conception between the strokes.

For example, Zhang Xu, a cursive writer in the Tang Dynasty, often got drunk, so he called for madness, and then put pen to paper, and even wrote with his hair dipped in ink, and finally got the nickname of "Zhang Dian".

Han Yu once praised: "Joy and anger, embarrassment, sorrow, pleasure, resentment, longing, drunkenness, boredom, injustice, if you are moved by the heart, you will be in cursive writing...... Looking at things, see the mountains and rivers, cliffs, birds, beasts, insects and fish, flowers and trees, the sun and the moon and the stars, wind and rain, water and fire, thunder and thunder, singing and dancing battles, and the changes of heaven and earth......

Such a realm, Liu Daode naturally can't reach it. But it's a slight gain.

In the past, I wrote that I climbed the stork tower, although the handwriting was neat, but I couldn't grasp the spirit in it.

Now that the realm has improved, looking back, I find that this poem is very similar to the scene of my own out-of-body at night.

The heart is moving, fluttering several feet high, like climbing a high-rise building. The surrounding night wind hunts, and the slightest aura in the void is integrated into the soul. Releasing the thought sense, the thirty zhang inner vein realm was fully captured in the "bottom of the eye", and he felt that this land seemed to have become a part of his body, and he could extend his thoughts infinitely, and clearly sense the active breath of every living being, which was really mysterious and mysterious.

Thirty feet away, it was hazy, and the clear feeling became lighter and fainter.

In just over 20 words, he integrated his feelings from his cultivation into it. These words seem to have a little more ethereal and ethereal atmosphere, and they seem to be about to fly away from the paper.

Such a spirit naturally does not match the author's original intention when he wrote the poem, but it is in line with Liu Daodao's state of mind.

Putting down the brush and closing the scroll, Liu Daode turned back into a layman.

In the courtyard, the general was warming under the eaves, and the second general didn't know where to hunt. The foodie hides in the bird box, while Ash is busy drying food on the roof.

A few magpies flew up and down the trees in the distance, and a few children's playful laughter came from the edge of the village.

It feels so good!

Well...... After eating in the morning, it was good to see that the fire under the stove was very good, and Liu Daode buried a big sweet potato, which should be cooked at this time.

Thinking of this, he took the pen and ink back into the house, followed him into the kitchen, and pulled out the roasted sweet potatoes.

Just right, the sweet potato shell is hard and slightly mushy.

Patting the grass and wood ash on the top, gently breaking it open, the orange-red sweet potato flesh suddenly appeared, steaming hot.

A unique fragrance fills the air, which is very appetizing.

Liu Daode sat back in the chair, peeled off the earthy gray skin, and took a bite gently, soft and sweet, with tenacity, this is the taste.

Just as she was enjoying herself, Ash suddenly jumped off the roof and rushed to her in a puff of smoke, squeaking and screaming.

"What's the matter, you want to eat?" Liu Daode broke a small piece and handed it over.

This guy immediately took it with his paws, and he didn't care about the heat, and he ate a fine light after dividing five by two.

When he was done, he continued to call to his master.

Helpless, Liu Daode had no choice but to break a little more.

After Ash finishes eating, repeat the above actions.

As a result, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of a roasted sweet potato, and the rest went into the squirrel's mouth.

Seeing this guy holding a roasted sweet potato and eating it with relish, Liu Daode was a little afraid that something would go wrong with eating. But think about the squirrels that even eat raw sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes should be fine.

After eating the sweet potato, stretch out, call the general, and go out.

As for the task of housekeeping, it is naturally handed over to foodies.

Don't look at this guy who has been hiding in the peach tree to sleep during the day, in fact, he is spiritual, there is a wind and grass in the courtyard, and he can't escape his perception at all.

In fact, with continuous cultivation, the owl's eyes are not affected by too much light during the day.

It's winter, there's nothing on the mountain, nothing to see.

Or go around the village, talk to someone for a while, and come back at noon to cook.

Go around the village, but there is no one. As soon as I asked, I went to the street to catch the market.

Entering the wax moon, a few days before the New Year, the people in the village are busy with New Year's goods.

Liu Daodao's family is not going to do any New Year's goods for himself, and he will buy some melon seeds and candies in two days at most. As for the relatives, there are a few of them who are grandfather's old relatives, who have passed away a long time ago, and have no contact at all.

There is another one, don't mention it.

Turning to the embankment, I saw many anglers squatting on the shore. This winter does not stop, and I really admire them so much.

Liu Daode led the general up the river embankment, and these anglers greeted each other.

They come to Liu Village in Hedong every once in a while to fish, and they are naturally familiar with the people in the village. Especially Liu Daodao, who is also a celebrity in the village.

"How's the harvest?" asked Liu Daodao, who leaned closer.

"In the winter, the fish are inactive, and there is no harvest, just a few crucian carp. The angler got up to give his cigarette, and when he was refused, he took one out of his mouth and lit it.

"By the way, can you get me two of your hares, I'm going to eat them for the New Year." ”

"No problem, when will you say something. Liu Daode nodded directly. There are still a dozen rabbits in the pit, which is a bit crowded, and there are no two of them. If it weren't for the fact that I planted a lot of wheat seedlings and rape in the autumn, I would have to feed them with grain every day.

"Get me one too," another angler interjected.

"I want to too" Hearing this, many tourists came over.

"This ...... Otherwise, I'll go back and see how many of them can come out, and some of the rabbits are about to lay cubs. "So many people want to buy hares all of a sudden, Liu Daode doesn't dare to promise.

"Don't you have a few air-dried rabbits at home, you can get me two. "Tourists retreat again.

"Khan, those few are not for sale, I am going to eat them myself. Liu Daode shook his head again and again. In autumn, the general caught a lot of hares, and Liu Daode couldn't finish eating them, so he made them into air-dried rabbits, intending to eat them slowly.

Air-dried rabbit is very laborious to make, not only to remove the fishy, but also to add pepper, onion and ginger and other large ingredients into the flavor, and then hang in a cool and ventilated place to air dry.

Liu Daode was troublesome, so he didn't do much, and only prepared to eat it himself for the New Year.

Of course, I have to leave one for Lin Xiaotong. People help for a year, so why do you want to send some New Year's goods to contact and contact feelings.

I really wanted to come here, I walked around the riverbank, and I was cooking when I went home, and Lin Xiaotong called. said that he planned to come over tomorrow and buy some New Year's goods in Liu Village, Hedong, and asked Liu Daode to help prepare some first.

"Do you still need to prepare?" he replied on the phone.

"No, I'm asking for a bit of a lot. It takes thirty or forty pounds of vermicelli alone. Lin Xiaotong said embarrassedly.

"Why are you going to open a vermicelli shop?"

"It's not my mother yet, I talk to people every day about the things in Liu Village, Hedong, and I am remembered by the neighbors. Knowing that I am coming to buy New Year's goods, I will let the piggybacking ......" xh:.74.240.212