The child whipped the earth cow, and the learning weng hit the spring first.

The yellow hooves of the ox are white and the horns are white, and the shepherd boy is on the edge of the green hat.

Crackle, crackle!

The sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums resounded through the streets of Brazil, and a spring tour team was marching happily along the Fujiang River.

Walking at the front of the line is the spring herald, he is dressed in a rooster suit, wearing a huge rooster crown hat, imitating the rooster crow, dancing the rooster dance, provoking the tourists on both sides of the way to laugh and high-five.

Wang Mingzhi and Chen Shiping's family were in the crowd, and at this time, Xiao Guoguo excitedly shouted: "Look at it, spring cow!"

Following the spring herald, there is a group of strong men and ladies carrying a big red mud cow, and the spring cow is also.

This mud cow is the size of a real cow, and the halter, bridle and other equipment are fully worn. The reins are seven feet two inches long, symbolizing the seventy-two candidates.

The color of the cow body follows the rule of "each with its own color" - that is, the color is determined according to the relative orientation of the location and Chang'an, the green cattle in the east, the red cattle in the south, the white cattle in the west, and the black cattle in the north. Further, the color of each part of the ox is different, which is in line with the sexagenary branches.

Brazil is located in the south of Chang'an, so it's Red Bull, which has been around for thousands of years.

"Do you remember the spring greetings?" asked Huang Ling, handing a bullwhip to Xiao Guoguo.

"Well, remember!" Xiao Guoguo took the whip, looked at the spring cow that was getting closer and closer, and waved it happily, almost hitting Wang Mingzhi next to him.

Behind the spring cow is followed by a group of spring artists, some of them are dressed as shepherd boys, some are Yangui spring, and some are big-headed Buddhas to send spring peaches...... There is also a playing band, playing the pipa and playing suona, which is very jubilant.

"Wow. Wang Mingzhi sighed with emotion, he had only seen this kind of activity in ancient poems before, although the spring cow was not extinct in the world over there, but it was the first time he watched it with his own eyes.

This cow has worked hard and worked hard for a year, and after a year of hard work, it has to be whipped into mud by humans to pray for blessings.

The people carried the red bull and walked and stopped, and the children along the way, with whips, went up and whipped a few times.

"Good, good!" passers-by cheered, it was a good sign for a child to fight a cow.

Gradually, the Red Bull came over, Chen Lerui pushed the small fruit, she had been ready for a long time, and she had been looking forward to this moment for many days.

At that moment, Xiao Guoguo walked out quickly, came to the front of the bull's head, whipped it on the ground, and congratulated: "Whip a smooth sailing! Whip two times the best of both worlds! Whip three times three heads and six arms! Whip four seasons of good luck! Whip five times and five grains harvest!"

"Good!!" passers-by cheered even louder and applauded. An old lady said, "This kid is so clever!" and an old man said, "What a prodigy." "There were also a lot of reporters taking pictures, and they filmed the scene of the girl whipping the bull.

Chen Shiping and Huang Ling were all pleased, so good! Chen Lerui was shooting with his mobile phone, and Wang Mingzhi pondered that he would also go to fight spring cattle.

When Xiao Guoguo walked back happily and contentedly, Wang Mingzhi snatched the bullwhip from her hand, not only children can beat it, so he went to whip the mud ox, and the people did not think it was strange.

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Wang Langjun!"

"Huh!", "It's Wang Langjun!" A passer-by suddenly noticed with surprise, Wang Mingzhi!

"Uh......" Wang Mingzhi was retracting the whip, and wanted to slip away. His face is also a six-vein divine sword, and he is not good at times.

The spring herald clucked with a rooster, ran to him, and said with a smile: "Wang Langjun, you are so happy today, what poetry do you have?"

As soon as everyone heard this word, the poetry addiction immediately attacked, and they all looked at him with longing on their faces. Someone got out of the way, and there was a poetry board standing by the river, and there were already a few people vying to write and prepare the poem that Wang Mingzhi was about to chant on.

People don't want super classics, how can every one be a classic, or an ordinary work.

But a pair of eyes are full of energy, whether it is an old man or a child, they all hope to hear some words that have been passed down from generation to generation.

"Hmm......" Wang Mingzhi stopped talking, surrounded by the expectant eyes of the villagers. It's really hard for him to refuse, but at this moment, what poem is suitable for the scene in front of him?

Suddenly, he noticed the scenery of the Fujiang River next to him, and his heart moved, so please ask Su Shi to come to the world with great light!

The sound of spring music also stopped, and the strong men and women put the red bull on the ground. In the eyes of everyone, Wang Mingzhi slowly chanted: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river." ”

Uncle, aunt, they all showed amazing faces, the spring herald gasped, a good sentence.

A good sentence "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet" is a blend of scenes, and it contains the truth of the world, which is happy and interesting.

"Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. Wang Mingzhi said again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd around him burst into shouts: "Good!" and "Good poetry!"

By describing the scene by the riverside in early spring, this poem vividly expresses the joy of the arrival of spring, and also arouses people's appetite, fresh artemisia, green asparagus, and delicious puffer fish......

A poem is so delicious!

At the same time, on the poetry board over there, several writers are already vying to write, and they can definitely show off to their friends for a whole year.

"With this poem, this spring will be auspicious!" the herald cheered loudly, and let out a string of chicken crows: "Cluck!"

As soon as the heralds turned around and danced again, the strong people raised the huge red bulls, the big-headed Buddha waved wide fans, the band replayed the joyful movement, and the suona sounded!

The artists immediately began to sing the poem. Because the text is simple and simple, the children are also playing and singing: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river!"

Wonderful, wonderful, this is the phrase handed down!

Let's make a fuss, spring has arrived.

……

Wang Mingzhi followed Uncle Zheng's family to play around for a day, and near evening, they arrived at the "Bamboo Pavilion" restaurant near the Taibai Theater. The Theatre is holding a Spring Festival Banquet here tonight to pay tribute to this year's outstanding staff and their families.

The Spring Festival Banquet is very important, it is the so-called "biting spring".

The elegant and spacious banquet hall is very lively with people coming and going, and the light of the classical lanterns adds a hazy beauty.

"Hahaha, Feiming!" Boss Li said happily.

"Feiming!", "Wang Dalang, don't come to harm!" everyone greeted each other. He met a lot of acquaintances and was so happy.

"Feiming, did you really win Ouyang Haoran?" Di Peipei's heart ached. Because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone in the Huxuan Dance Studio attended. Ayiguli also didn't want to believe it: "It's impossible, that's Ouyang Haoran?"

"Won, really won. Wang Ming replied in general.

Suddenly, he saw a beautiful girl figure with a delicate smile walking towards him, and immediately walked happily, "Baolian!" and so on, he looked around vigilantly, and found no trace of the eldest grandson's speechlessness, hehehe......