In the next two days, Qing Jin did not go out, and spent the whole day quietly copying the Prajna Heart Sutra of Praruo Temple in the meditation room of Praruo Temple.

Later, she even reveled in this quiet and peacefulness and began to enjoy this process of copying Buddhist scriptures. It turns out that she can live so peacefully, it turns out that such a calm and peaceful day is so beautiful and comfortable, the impetuous mood becomes quiet in the Buddhist scriptures one by one, and occasionally puts down the gap of the pen, I can't help but think, what is my previous life doing at this time?

By the way, it is to participate in this or that poetry meeting endlessly, racking your brains in this or that poetry meeting to pass on your talent and fame, thinking about how pitiful you were in your previous life, don't live such a peaceful and peaceful life, you have to involve yourself in the battle for favor and love in the backyard of the prince and grandson, now I think about it, it's really stupid!

Two days later, Qing Jin copied and completed the two volumes of the Prajna Heart Sutra, handed the copied Buddhist scriptures to the mandarin duck, and let the mandarin duck take it to the master in the temple, one volume was enshrined in front of the Buddha in the Pranya Temple, and the other volume was contaminated with some Buddha gas in the Buddha hall of the Pranya Temple, and when she went back, she brought it to the grandmother at home, and the grandmother should be very happy!

Qing Jin stood in front of the window thinking about this, rubbing her wrist that had been sore from copying Buddhist scriptures for two days. Although she was a little tired, Qing Jin's heart was happy and peaceful, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth unconsciously, so that the mandarin duck she saw by chance next to her was unconsciously in a daze, and she couldn't help but praise her girl in her heart for being more and more beautiful!

After half a ring, the mandarin duck came back to his senses and opened his mouth to Qing Jinjian, who was still standing in front of the window and pondering, "Girl, should we go to the back mountain of the temple for a walk, the slave maid heard that the peach blossoms in the back mountain of the temple have bloomed, do you want to go to the peach blossom forest as soon as possible?" ”

"The peach blossoms are blooming?" Qing Jin turned around in surprise when she heard Mandarin Duck's words, she remembered, shouldn't the peach blossoms bloom in March? I suddenly thought of the words of my grandmother Shen that day, as if Shen had said something like that day.

The fragrance of April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom? I couldn't help but feel a little interested in my heart, she hadn't seen the peach blossom forest in the temple before, since there was nothing to do, let's go and see it, Qing Jin thought so, so she said to the mandarin duck, "Then let's go to the back mountain to have a look!" ”

The two of them walked out of the meditation room, and saw the monks who got up early to sweep along the way, Qing Jin smiled and nodded to the early monks, and the monks respectfully replied, smelling the sandalwood, Qing Jin took the mandarin ducks and slowly walked to the back mountain of the temple.

Because it was morning, when Gu Qingjin took the mandarin duck to the back mountain of the Panruo Temple, the back mountain was still sleeping quietly in the quiet morning light. From a distance, the peach blossom trees on the mountain are like a large cloud falling from the sky, and it is also like a peach blossom scroll in front of Qing Jin.

Qing Jin has not seen peach blossoms, she has also taken advantage of a famous tourist attraction when the peach blossoms are in full bloom before, it is precisely because she has seen it, she was deeply shocked at the moment, she never knew that the peach blossoms can be so beautiful, so beautiful: the peach is dying, scorching its beauty...... After she personally took the car to see the peach blossoms in that famous scenic spot, she scoffed at the poems that describe the peach blossoms in the Book of Songs, however, after seeing the peach blossoms in the Pranyo Temple today, Qing Jin completely felt that she was shallow in the past.

Take the mandarin duck slowly into the peach blossom forest, a tree of peach blossoms sober attack, charming and colorful, different forms. Here, Qing Jin suddenly felt the rich breath of spring that had disappeared, the peach forest of spring smiles, and the peach forest of spring trouble.

I saw that some of them were still flowers and bones; Some only unfold two or three petals; Some of the petals are already fully unfurled, like pink butterflies with wings ready to fly. In the sun, the breeze blows the petals of the freshly bloomed flowers. The petals of those amazing beauty were scattered in the wind, swaying in the wind, swirling in the air; Qing Jin stood among the peach blossom trees in the peach blossom forest, the falling petals lingered down beside her, flying, as if to show Qing Jin its most beautiful side, Qing Jin unconsciously thought of a poem: How to let you meet me, when I am the most beautiful, for this I have prayed in front of the Buddha for five hundred years......

The beautiful peach blossoms are so brilliant and dazzling.

Qing Jin couldn't help but reach out and touch the peach blossoms on the book, but before she could stretch out her hand, the peach blossoms that had just budded seemed to be eager to show all their beauty and brilliant bloom.

Qing Jin sighed at the moment, the peach blossom deserves to be called the flower of flowers, no wonder so many poets in Chinese history have peach blossoms as the theme, and there are countless poems praising peach blossoms.

Once after she went to that tourist attraction to see the blooming peach blossoms, she felt that the beauty of the peach blossoms in those poems was too exaggerated, how could it be so beautiful, but at this moment she had to admit that the beauty of the peach blossoms does have its creation.

“…… Suddenly, the peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there are no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful. Even Tao Yuanming, who was reclusive and frustrated, was not photographed by the beauty of peach blossoms, so he wrote "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" for the imagination and longing of future generations.

Qing Jin had to admit that the sages had their eyes to discover beauty together, and such peach blossoms were really beautiful and dizzying, and they couldn't wait to be intoxicated by this beautiful scenery.

The beautiful pink peach blossoms are really dazzling, that one is standing proudly on the branches, this one seems to be talking to the little butterflies beside her, peach blossoms, you are next to me, I am next to you.

"Look, the peach blossoms are blooming in bunches on the branches, one next to the other, one against the other. Open up, open down, open left, open right, they open into a column, they open into a tree......"

Qing Jin thought about those beautiful legends and poems about peach blossoms, stepped into the world of peach blossoms, smelled the peach blossoms and exuded bursts of fragrance, and felt that the fragrance of peach blossoms was so refreshing, as if the fragrance penetrated into your nostrils at the same time, but also into your heart.

Immersed in this elegant and elegant realm, smelling the fragrance that the heart can't bear, the tiredness of copying Buddhist scriptures for two days slowly dissipates in this fragrant and intoxicating fragrance of flowers, leaving the heart full of intoxication.

Qing Jin was immersed in the peach blossoms in the mountain behind the temple, fascinated and shocked by the peach blossoms at this moment, but she didn't know that she was standing in the peach blossom forest to look at the peach blossoms, outside the peach blossom forest, there was a white figure who used to get up early and unintentionally passed by the peach blossom forest, and inadvertently glanced at the peach blossom forest after a touch of flying red clothes, unconsciously stopped, stood quietly under the peach blossom tree, watching the woman in red dance with the peach blossoms, the thousands of years of immobility, the depths of the unwavering eyes, a flash of amazement and appreciation.

It's really you standing on the bridge and looking at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.