Second, reminiscing about the past, the soul is infatuated with the daughter/retreat to the mountains and forests, avoiding disasters and raising spiritual children

(4) Emperor E hurriedly got up and chased after her, she passed through the village, through the fields, jungles and hills, there was an invisible and powerful force driving her, it was difficult to tell what it was, but it felt like the call and guidance from the colorful birds, which made people want to stop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The colorful birds flew unhurriedly in the air, always maintaining a certain distance from Emperor E, she chased after her quickly, and there was no trace of fatigue in her body, and the mysterious bird that could be seen on her head seemed to be the source of this inexhaustible strength. It wants to take itself to a mysterious place, a heavenly wonderland that only appears in dreams.

I don't know how long I've been chasing, but time doesn't seem to matter.

Colorful birds flew along a rippling river into a mountain with green peaks and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Emperor E stopped to take a look, this place is actually a place of green trees, grass and trees, birds and flowers, and a pleasant climate.

This situation suddenly made Emperor E's mood can't help but be lifted, swaying in the wind on the shore as if dancing under the weeping willows, on the slowly flowing river of clear water, after a simple grooming and dressing, then along a path into the mountain to the mountain.

Breathing the refreshing and warm air along the road, browsing the picturesque scenery, you will come to a green bamboo forest, just as a breeze blows slowly, the bamboo forest sways from side to side, and the intertwined and overlapping bamboo leaves rustle, which is infinitely smart.

At this time, a melodious and moving melody slowly drifted in the wind, and the tune shuttled between the bamboo forests, wandering on the green fields, soothing and soft, and the charm was profound.

Emperor E naturally looked for the sound and went, along the winding path, through the dense bamboo bushes, the march was already suddenly enlightened, stopped on the high hill outside the forest, and went along the prestige.

Gangxia is a long and narrow valley, a gurgling flowing clear stream passes through it, the flowers and plants on both sides of the stream compete for fragrance, the strange stones are handsome, and the interest is remarkable.

On a protruding rock beside the stream sat a young man, engrossed in stroking the harp, but seeing his serene expression and fluttering clothes, he was completely intoxicated and blended into the mountains and rivers.

Between the strings plucked, the timbre is pleasant and long, the melody is tactful and melodious, a hundred turns and thousands of turns, or soft, or sonorous, or gentle, or passionate...... fascinating, or extraordinary, or ethereal...... "leading business and carving feathers, mixed with the flow of the march", or the cycle repeats, or the aftersound around the forest......

On the dirt slope by the stream not far away, with the beautiful sound of the piano, two colorful birds snuggle up with their necks crossed, twist their wings and pacing, and cry leisurely, like a pair of lovers singing and dancing softly and singing in a low voice. Around them, hundreds of colorful birds of all shapes and shapes are gathered, they are either listening quietly, or chirping to their heart's content, or fluttering their wings among the birds, watching them suddenly concentrate, as if they echo the sound, and suddenly as if dancing......