In March, the willows spit out green buds, Zijin followed Wang Huan's trip to the green mountains, the humid air is exceptionally fresh, the green shade is shading, the dazzling sunlight passes through the green branches and leaves, leaving only a gentle shimmer, stepping on the soft tender green under the feet, smelling the fragrance of the soil and grass, which is refreshing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I faintly heard the sound of a babbling stream flowing slowly and softly in the mountains.

The prosperity and impetuousness are gone, and the mood is a little calm.

Blend into the mountains and rivers, and float in the clouds.

Accompanied by the green mountains and flowing water, there were two or three voices of talking and laughing in the distance, which were not very clear, like idle immortals in the mountains.

"Brother Wan hasn't answered my question yet?" Zijin slowly spoke, looking sideways at Wang Huanzhi, who was strolling leisurely beside him.

"I don't want such a beautiful flower to wither in the imperial city." Wang Huanzhi said unhappily.

"Huh." Zijin chuckled lightly, with a bit of ridicule, "Then I really want to thank Brother Huan for being so considerate." ”

"Do you remember that today is the third day of the third month of March?" Wang Huanzhi walked leisurely in front of him with a smile.

Zijin stood still, listening to the sound of gentle running water, talking and laughing, and was a little trance-like.

On the third day of the first month of March, there is a custom of flowing water, tracing its source, and we have to start from the ancient custom of March.

Shangsi refers to the first day of the third month of the summer calendar

It is a festival to purify calamities and pray for good fortune. In the Zhou Dynasty long before the Qin and Han dynasties, there was a custom of waterside purification. The court appointed a full-time witch to take charge of the matter.

Purification is a sacrificial ritual to remove evil diseases by washing the body.

Qushui Liuzhen used to be Zijin's most longed-for day, the kind of life like idle clouds and wild cranes. Half a life floats north and south, into the fragrance of Shu in the market, the heart is little between half a dream and half a wake, the warm past is when the hugger sits alone, the poetry of Xu Xu encounters unexpectedly, and there is no river and lake in this life.

Zijin was stunned for a moment, but saw that the unbridled and leisurely figure had reached the end of the forest, the winding path of the greenery, and he seemed to be about to walk into the path leading to the paradise.

Wang Huanzhi stopped, looked behind him and smiled wantonly, "If Zijin doesn't keep up, he will be left behind." ”

The invitation of the immortals, how can you not go.

The rich smile between the eyebrows and eyes dissipated the haze in his heart for many days, I don't know if it was the heart imprinted on the scene, or the scene panicked, but the unprecedented ease made Zijin intoxicated.

The two who caught up with Wang Huanzhi looked at each other and smiled, and walked side by side.

Passing through the woods, I saw twenty or thirty people sitting on the ground on both sides of the stream, and the servants put the wine buds in the stream, and the floating buds slowly descended through the winding stream.

They were dressed in soft and flowing robes, accompanied by the flowing water slowly swirling in front of a man, no longer flowing down, everyone laughed loudly, the man slowly stood up, took out the wine buds from the stream, the bronze wine buds pure water droplets slowly dripped from the top on the bluestone slab, the man raised his head and drank the wine in the wine buds, and then improvised a poem, everyone applauded.

Seeing this scene, Zijin remembered what Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" described: "There are lofty mountains and mountains here, lush forests and bamboos, and clear streams and turbulences, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the water, sitting in the second, although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance." ”

The man beckoned to Wang Huanzhi and said, "Brother Huan is late this time, but he will be fined three glasses of wine and double his poems." ”

Wang Wanzhi laughed, and then leisurely walked to an empty seat and sat on the ground, he looked at Zijin patting his side, and Zijin did not shy away from walking over and sitting beside him.

Everyone looked at Zijin beside Wang Huanzhi, and one of the emaciated men asked, "Brother Huan, is this your confidante?" ”

Zijin was stunned for a moment, her confidante is not considered for the time being, four years ago, she chased and killed him all over the city because of a marriage contract, and now she can still have friendly fellowship, which is very satisfying.

Wang Huanzhi looked at everyone with a smile, took out the wine from the stream, and spit it out gently, "That's right." ”

The heartstrings were gently plucked, Zijin looked at Wang Huanzhi with some incomprehension, his side face was handsome, faintly revealing a somewhat similar temperament to Rong Li, holding a wine bud, his lips were dipped in wine, so leisurely and so arbitrary.

"Since Huanzhi came with a red face, why don't you introduce us to one or two." The other man spoke slowly, his voice faintly proud.

Wang Huanzhi put down the wine and looked at Zijin with a smile, "Okay, then I will introduce to you, her name is Zijin and she is a pianist." ”

The name is true, but the identity is fake, Zijin understands that Wang Huanzhi must have his intentions in doing this.

Wang Wanzhi still had a shallow smile, as if he was asking Zijin.

Is this status princess still satisfied?

Zijin only smiled lightly, holding an elegant and noble look, like a willow, and like a stream of ripples slowly fading away and flowing into his heart.

"Qingqing Zijin, take care of my heart." A man repeats the words in his mouth.

Another man looked at Zijin and nodded, "Zijin, it's really an amorous name, but it's a good match for the girl, elegant and comfortable." ”

"Thank you for the compliment."

Zijin's calm and upright attitude has been recognized by many people, and everyone present has been slightly drunk after several rounds.

Zijin didn't see Wang Huanzhi's figure, Zijin stood up and looked for the forest.

Bypassing the quiet bamboos, Zijin walked to the lake, and saw a small wooden boat floating in the lake water on the calm lake, a azure figure lying lazily in the boat, his black hair hanging on the side of the boat, and the small half had been submerged in the lake.

He held a small wine jug in his hand, and from time to time he held the jug high, and the clear beads flowed into his mouth.

leisurely, it was vividly interpreted in him.

The man on the boat shook the wine jug in his hand and sat up slowly, half of his black hair still stained with water droplets after being submerged in the lake.

In the green lake as gentle as a mirror, a light boat drifts with the water, and the two people on the boat sit opposite each other, feeling the moist and gentle spring breeze, holding up the wine glass and gently touching each other, and drinking it all.

"The meandering water flows, the boat is rafting on the lake, there is no flashiness, only melts into the landscape. Very good, Brother Huan really understands me. ”

"Haha, the landscape painting is indeed desirable."

Slightly drunk, bringing a little tiredness, Zijin slowly lay down, his clear eyes looked at the blue sky, pure white clouds slowly drifted by, high and far away.

Wang Wanzhi's leisurely voice came from his ears, "If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely go to the mountains and rivers to see the beautiful scenery of the world, and then Zijin will move forward together." ”

The blue in front of him slowly turned into a thin blue line, "Okay, at that time, Zijin will definitely go with Brother Wan to see the beautiful scenery of the world." ”

The sea of clouds is vast and thousands of miles, drowning in such a delicate promise, a song of streams, a leaf of green boats.

Zijin returned to Liuyue Pavilion and saw Ma Yi's thin figure immersed in the shadows, pure white as snow, his back was always so independent, as if he was the only one left in this world, and his heart suddenly sank to himself.

Walking up to the front, Zijin smiled lightly, "Why are you here?" ”

The figure slowly turned around, and looked at Zijin with eyes as clear as morning dew, "I've been waiting for you for a long time when you come back." ”

Steady his heart Zijin looked at the young man in front of him, a little distressed, he didn't see him in the past few days, and he seemed to have lost weight again.