An ancient poem once said:

This year, the color of the flowers has changed, and who is there for the flowers to bloom next year? I have seen the pines and cypresses destroyed for salaries, and I have heard that the mulberry fields have become the sea.

The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Many times, people wonder what kind of life people lived in ancient times? People in ancient times used toilets to raise toilets, they washed their hair with soap horns, they had no entertainment, they had no communication, they had to shout from one mountain to another to deliver news, and there were very few echoes.

They can walk for two days and two nights in a single set.

However, people are still full of infinite reverie about the lives of the ancients. It's as if people in ancient times imagined people today and people from earlier.

Time, like an arrow that forgets to return, is always moving forward.

If time can be turned at will, go back a little, go back a little more, and we can see:

The sky of the Jin Dynasty was not hazy, no matter when and where, as long as it was daytime, as soon as you looked up, you could see the blue sky, white clouds floated in the sky like cotton, surrounded by clusters, and when the wind blew, it dispersed.

Under the blue sky, there are meadows and rivers.

The water is clear, there are boats in the river, and there are fish under the boats.

The fish swam unscrupulously at the bottom of the boat, and at that time, the fish was caught and roasted on the fire, and even if no ingredients were added, the taste would be extremely delicious.

Above the river, there was a fisherman in his forties paddling his fishing boat along the river, it was spring, it had just rained, and the river still carried some grass smell mixed with rain on the shore. The hat worn by the fisherman on his head was wet and shining in the sunlight.

The rain-washed sky looks exceptionally bright, and the river is clear, reflecting the fishermen's hats hanging from the droplets. There is dense grass on the banks of the river. The fisherman paddled forward leisurely, the broken water receded in both directions, and he didn't know how far he had gone, but slowly, a lot of red appeared in front of the fisherman's eyes, and those reds danced more and more in front of him, and he felt as if he had come to a red world.

The fragrance is planted from heaven, and it is easy to meet for thousands of years. The opening is complete, and the complexity is extremely heavy.

The cold and wet morning is as light as it is, and the sunny and dry afternoon is thicker. The scenery of the new society swallow, the old spring farmer in the season.

……

This is a peach blossom forest, and there are pink petals in the forest that are constantly falling, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of petals, and these petals are layered on top of each other, and it must be soft to step on.

The fisherman loved to fish, and whether he knew poetry or not, he would not have known these lines of poetry at that time. But there is one thing he must know: such a beautiful scenery must not be seen casually.

The fisherman's heart was very strange, and he looked around, and this place was not as beautiful as the world.

The fisherman's boat was moored under the flowers, and when the wind blew, the petals fluttered down and covered the bow of the boat.

Suddenly, the fisherman's eyes lit up, as if something had flashed before his eyes. It was a ray of light, like a dazzling rainbow flying from the depths of the peach blossom forest. But how could a rainbow appear in the peach blossom forest? He looked up at the blue sky, and the rainbow was supposed to hang in the sky.

Another flash of light flashed, and this time he was even more sure that it was really a rainbow, a brilliant rainbow.

Looking at the rainbow, the fisherman's heart suddenly felt a little trance, and he didn't know why, so he raised his feet and walked ashore. The boat, dangling behind him, walked towards the peach blossom forest, until he reached the depths of the forest.

Along the way, the peach blossoms fell on his head and shoulders.

There was nothing at the end, only a mountain, and there was no road ahead. The fisherman wanted to go back, but he couldn't turn around, and his feet kept going, and going, and going, until he reached the front of the mountain wall.

The fisherman's heart was horrified, and he tried to shake his legs, but to no avail. Seeing that he was about to hit the mountain wall, he quickly closed his eyes.

The pace still didn't stop, not even a point of speed. The fisherman felt as if he had gone some way, and at this rate he should have reached the wall, but he was still walking forward, unimpeded along the way. He cautiously opened his eyes, startled by the sight before him.

There is no longer a majestic mountain wall in front of him, and what appears in front of him is a beautiful pastoral spring.

That's right, it's pastoral.

In the distance, wildflowers are everywhere.

In front of the fisherman there was a large field of flowers and meadows, and among the flowers and plants there were lush trees, and those trees were very beautiful. At this moment, he is in the midst of this flower and plant.

He turned back suddenly, there was no mountain wall behind him, and behind him, there was still an endless field of flowers and meadows.

The mountain wall is gone, and the road is gone. He was in the middle of a vast sea of flowers, and he was at a loss.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-

There was a woman sitting with her back to him on a swing under a tree. The green vines covered the ropes on the swing, the woman's clothes fluttered up and down in her undulating movements, her hair fluttering in the air, and the flowers stuck to her sideburns still carried some sporadic moisture.

The fisherman walked over, and the long shadow dragged over the woman's head.

The swing swayed up and down, and the shadows flickered and dimmed above her head.

"You're here?" the woman asked without looking back.

She touched the ground with her toes, and her undulating movements suddenly stopped, and the hem of her dress fell lightly, and she turned her head to look at the fisherman, and there was no fear in her eyes.

The fisherman was stunned and looked at the woman in surprise.

This is a very beautiful woman.

"You know I'm coming?" asked the fisherman. The beautiful woman in front of her, she seemed to be sitting here waiting for him.

The woman smiled slightly, and smiled beautifully, and she said to the fisherman, "I am waiting for you." ”

"Are you waiting for me? Why are you waiting for me? Do you know me?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know you." ”

"Then you ......" Before the fisherman could finish his words, the woman suddenly smiled again, and asked him, "Are you from outside?"

With the strength of her feet, she stood up from the swing at once, and the swing trembled behind her, and the woman leaned into the fisherman's ear and whispered to him, "Don't tell anyone, you have seen me here." With that, she tilted her head behind the fisherman and said, "Look, someone is coming." ”

The fisherman hurriedly looked back, and behind him, there was nothing but the boundless sea of flowers.

The fisherman looked back in surprise, but all that was left was the squeaky swing, and the woman on the swing was gone. As far as the eye could see, Siye was silent, and he didn't find the figure of the woman. Even the flowers in the grass didn't shake again, and it was as if she had disappeared into thin air.