A few meters away from the gate of Ye Chen's house, there was a cyan stone surrounded by one person and two people, oval and oval, which was the kind of stone common on the coast, smooth and translucent by the seawater, and I don't know how there was a piece standing alone on the beach. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Ye Chen finished eating, he walked around the house, walked to the gate, and looked at the blue sky, white clouds, beaches, and sea in the distance, and couldn't help but feel relaxed and refreshed.

I couldn't help but hear a poem by Haizi in my heart - "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones

Tell them about my happiness

The blissful lightning told me

I'm going to tell everybody

Give every river, every mountain, a warm name

Stranger, I bless you too

May you have a bright future

May you have a lover and eventually become married

May you be blessed on earth

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring."

Although this talented poet who hoped to have a house facing the sea and the spring flowers bloomed, and finally committed suicide by lying on the rails with a Bible, but in his pure heart, there has always been such a dream, there is a house facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, feeding horses, chopping wood, planting some food and vegetables, traveling around the world...

At that moment, Ye Chen was facing the sea, the warm and fishy sea breeze was blowing, it was the spring of March, the flowers in the fence were blooming, and the bees and butterflies were flying, so he naturally thought of this poem.

When he remembered the poem, he noticed the big lone rock on the beach in front of his house.

The big stone was oval, like a lookout looking at the blue sky, the sea, the white clouds, and the seagulls in the distance.

A childlike thought suddenly exploded in his mind.

He hurried up to the attic at the top of the villa, where there was a utility room. He rummaged through the toolbox in the utility room and found a carving knife for carving stone, and found some brushes and ink, and red paint.

The Liu family watched this Ye son-in-law tossing in the attic for a while, and then went downstairs with a toolbox and walked towards the gate, which was a little strange.

They all asked him what he was going to do? He said he had nothing to do and had something to do.

Sister Liu is teasing the three-year-old girl of the second aunt's daughter in the garden, a little princess with big eyes and white skin.

Sister Liu looked at Ye Chen carrying the paint can, shouted, and followed with the little girl.

Ye Chen held a small toolbox in one hand and a red paint canister in one hand, walked to the beach in front of his house, and came to the vicinity of the big rock.

He put down the paint tube, opened the toolbox, thought for a while, put on his gloves, took out a large piece of white paper and an ink fountain needle, and measured it for a while.

Then he concentrated, took a fine brush and began to write on the big blue stone, the beginning of what was written was "facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming", and then one by one continued to write, every word fell to him to look carefully for a while, after half an hour, a poem with small black characters appeared on the big stone, square, pleasing to the eye.

Ye Chen has a foundation in calligraphy, his undergraduate major is Chinese language and literature, there is a calligraphy course in the school curriculum, he learned calligraphy, the writing is not bad, square, well-behaved, although there is no taste of everyone and the like, but there is a delicate atmosphere.

After spending more than half an hour writing Haizi's poem on the stone with a brush, he then took the engraving knife and began to print the handwriting and dig the characters, which seemed to be a very careful effort.

He has been paying attention and paying attention to this process, and Sister Liu is holding the little girl of her cousin's family beside her, puzzled by what Ye Chen has done.

"What are you doing?" Sister Liu asked.

"Find something to do!" Ye Chen's hand movements stopped slightly, as if the reflex arc was half a beat slower, and he took the time to reply, and concentrated on his own business again.

Sister Liu knew that Ye Chen didn't want to be disturbed, so she didn't bother even if she was puzzled, and watched quietly.

She saw the poem, and the little princess of her cousin's family in her arms, like a curious baby, said delicately: "Auntie, how do you pronounce those words?"

The voice is childish, the milk voice is milky, and it is cute.

Sister Liu followed the meaning of the little princess and read the poem with a smile.

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming

”……”

Sister Liu read and read this poem, facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, just like the beach in this spring March, the cool breeze is blowing, the warm sun is shining, and the flowers are blooming all over the garden, I feel that this mood is like the warm wind in the spring and March, and my heart is warm.

The little girl was still young, and she couldn't understand any poems, but her innocent big glasses flashed, and she said in a milky voice: "Auntie, isn't our big house facing the sea and blooming in spring!"

Sister Liu smiled and said yes.

The warm breeze is blowing, this weather is very comfortable, and many people in the villa area ran to the beach for a walk, blowing the wind and basking in the sun. Ye Chen focused on carving and carving on the big stone, one hand was sore and the other was changed, and it became an alternative scenery on the big beach.

There were some old people who were walking to see that Ye Chen was very attentive to his work, so they would stop and ask curiously.

An old man spoke in the language of the magic capital and asked, "Young man, what are you doing?"

Ye Chen turned his head slowly and smiled, "Get some gadgets." ”

"I know, boy, it's called street art!" said an old man.

At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Chen's work was finally done, and after brushing the red paint, a small poem with beautiful lettering appeared on the big cyan stone, adding a bit of brilliance.

At this time, some people surrounded the stone, some took pictures with their mobile phones, these people recognized Ye Chen, and some people didn't know that Ye Chen was in the same community as them, and they were quite excited to click and take pictures.

A university professor took his family to the beach for a walk, passing by and taking a look at the bustle.

This polite professor of literature who worked at a university in the magic capital saw the poem on the stone, read it, and his eyes lit up.

Walking up to Ye Chen, he said with interest: "Young man, did you write the poem on this stone?"

Ye Chen said yes!

"It's pretty well written, it's a bit talented!" the professor commented without authorization.

Ye Chen laughed a few words, then took the tools and paint cones and left.

At this time, the professor's daughter, who went to college, pulled his father with a strange face, and whispered, "Dad, do you know who that person was just now?"

"I don't know that young man, we haven't seen it in our neighborhood. “

"He's Ye Chen!"

"I don't know!"

"The Ye Chen who wrote "Birds and Fish"!"

"Huh?"

(ps: The second more is sent on time, ask for a reward and a recommendation ticket, I don't see an improvement every day, I feel that it will be too soon!) (To be continued.) )