The author has no way to verify the record of Wanghailing, but I only know that standing here, I can see the sea hundreds of miles away, hear the ebb and flow of the sea, and the cry of the petrel before the storm comes, which is the strange Wanghailing.

Zhou Guang was in front, Zhang Bo was behind, on the winding mountain road, walking and stopping, passing through small ridges, and came to Wanghai Ridge. On the boulder facing the east of Wanghailing, there are three big characters written on it: Wanghailing. On the top of Wanghai Ridge, there are more than 100 acres of land, there are temples, there are cangtian, and there are monks who chant scriptures. There are also rural opera troupes who come here to raise their voices, some singing, some painting, scattered in all corners, and the aura of the ridge is because there is a spring on the top of the mountain that flows in all directions. The gate of the courtyard faces south, and the words "天開聖境" are written on the gate, and on the boulders scattered outside the temple, there are many literati and ink writers. For example: the sea is in the mountains. Pinquan view of the sea, or the pride of the sky, etc., is more prominent, on a small boulder next to the mountain gate, the word "two" is facing the place where the sun comes out, it can be said that the wind and the moon are boundless.

In the pine forest behind the temple, there is a girl who practices singing, who is singing: "My hometown Yimeng Mountain, the high mountain peaks into the clouds, the spring water flows endlessly, and the pine trees are green for ten thousand years." The terraced fields are green layer by layer, and the silver light of the reservoir is scattered, hey, hey, hey, hey, ”

Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang walked around the mountain for half an hour, and then sat on the stone at the edge of the forest, resting while being a listener, looking at the back of the girl, with long hair on her shawl, and standing in a green posture. There was a cow grazing on the grass at the edge of the forest.

"Reflecting the red flowers blooming everywhere, the cattle and sheep are flocking around the mountains, how good my hometown is, and the beautiful scenery of the mountains can't be sung. In my hometown, Nayimeng Mountain, fruit trees are full of grain, and apples are fragrant for thousands of miles. The peach and plum press the branches, the pineapple is big, the hawthorn is red, hey, hey, hey, hey.... When she shook her head and turned around, she saw Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang listening to her singing. Not only was she not astringent, but she turned around and drank with passion: "The golden ears of wheat are long and long, the soybean grains are round and round, my hometown is so rich, the bright red flag is fluttering in Yimeng Mountain, hey hi hi yiyo, the bright red flag is fluttering in Yimeng Mountain." ”

Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang applauded.

The girl who sang stopped singing, came over with a smile, and said happily, "Brother Guang." Can't recognize me. Butterfly. "Stretch out your hand to shake hands, and the same posture as the famous star on the stage. Stars on TV.

"I changed my clothes, and suddenly I couldn't recognize it, so I was exempt from shaking hands." Zhou Guang had already recognized her, from the first four villages, and joked apologetically.

"This is my sister's teacher, she is very handsome, and her medical skills are really good. My grandma was able to walk alone, thank you! "The girl in the mountains is innocent. Straight to the point, the main goal is clear.

"It's the job of a doctor." Zhang Bo said calmly.

"Modesty. How is my singing, give me an opinion, sister's teacher. "Butterflies are really like butterflies, fluttering on the trees, holding long green silk in their hands.

"On the Tina side. Let Zhou Guang mention it to you. Zhang Bo said that because he was never willing to give advice to others.

"He mentioned it, vulgar, always said good, you probably do the same. Hee-hee.... "Butterflies kind of look down on people.

"Don't look down on people, this is a great god of writers, there is a novel "The Ballad of Reclining Buddha", you go home and know what's going on." Zhou Guang was afraid that the butterfly would hurt the eldest brother's self-esteem, so he had to fight the little butterfly.

Zhang Bo was very calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the butterfly's verbal stimulation, in fact, deep down, there were some elements of anger.

"Girl, you mean let me give you advice?" Zhang Bo asked calmly, like a pine tree in the wind and rain, stood up.

"Of course." Butterflies triumphant.

"You have to be mentally prepared first." Zhang Bo is serious.

"It's fine." The butterflies giggled, like the wind chimes of the wind.

"Be serious. First of all, he was born with a good voice. Zhang Bo said slowly.

"Aunt writer, speak slowly, don't be direct." The butterfly tilted her head and stared at Zhang Bo, her hair naturally scattered on one side, she meant: Speak quickly.

"Excuse me, in the sentence hey, Feeling of tiredness. Zhang Bo looked at her with a full look and said.

"Hey, yes. The butterfly was stunned and stopped flying: "How do you know?" ＂

"I am a writer and a doctor, although I am not a musician or singer, but I know that singing is the same as singing, not only to have a good voice, but also to have a good lungs, a good stomach, a good kidney, a good heart, a good liver and spleen." Zhang Bo said one by one, going deeper.

"Teacher, please explain carefully." The butterfly was shocked by Zhang Bo's opinion. Terrible.

"We must gather the spirit of the dantian and sing it with our hearts. Dantian, under the umbilicus also. The lungs are mainly exhaled, the kidneys are mainly incorporated, the spleen is mainly transported, and the liver is happy to be tiaoda. Zhang Bo said, there is reason and evidence.

"I understand a little. Butterfly thought and said.

"Chest up, stiff but not, abdomen, tighten but not tight, put the abdomen, put but not loose, so that the lungs and kidneys are combined, the kidney qi rises, the lungs are like bells, the qi hits and rings, the voice is wide open, and it can be relaxed and natural. Try it if you don't believe me. Zhang Bo explained in simple terms. Reasonably, this is also quite professional. Talented.

"Hey, hey. "The butterfly tried it twice, and sure enough, it was not as laborious as before, and there was a sense of communication up and down. Heh, students are geniuses too.

"How's it going, butterfly?" Zhou Guang asked. Feel the God who speaks.

"It's much more natural, my heart is not tired, and my shoulders feel loose." When the butterfly moves, it seems to fly. Because the hair is flowing, it moves with the shape, like a butterfly.

She repeated the lyrics a few more times, her hand gently beating the beat, and the feeling of her body.

"I can sing in the dantian." Butterflies dance happily, like butterflies dancing.

"Oh my God, you know everything! Zhou Guang exclaimed. Quietly turned away, unable to speak.

"What does it mean to sing with your heart and with your liver? "Butterflies want to figure out all the questions.

"Mood is the most important, it is a big gateway to decision-making, the second emotion and decision, the liver is happy. If the liver qi is uncomfortable, the singing voice will be melancholy and sluggish, and the information released to the audience by the body is passive, and in general, it cannot be invested in the role. Zhang Bo said, fatal view.

"How's my posture? "Butterflies are careful.

"The posture is still natural, so that the internal organs have their own place, the qi and blood run, do not discharge pressure on each other, do not be nervous, and meet the enemy in the army of ten thousand horses. Zhang Bo said, his voice suddenly sounded like heaven.

"I haven't asked the teacher for your last name." Butterfly looked at Zhang Bo and said speechlessly: "You, you should be thirty years old this year!" ″

"My name is Zhang Bo, Zhou Guang's eldest brother, it doesn't matter how old you are when you answer the question, what matters is whether the question is right or not." Zhang Bo told her calmly.

"Brother Guang is nearly forty years old, you are a big brother at such a young age, and you deceive children. The butterfly smiled happily. Don't believe it.

"You're a kid, and I don't lie to you, I'm fifty-one years old. Zhang Bo told him, his voice a little solemn.

"I don't believe it, it's not that our girls here can't get married, they can find a man anyway." The butterfly was dissatisfied, but not angry, and the coquettish smile hung on her face and on her body.

"There are witnesses, what about Zhou Guang?" Zhang Bo drilled the horns of the dead cow. Zhou Guang went there.

"Well, the witnesses have run away, and there is nothing to say. The butterfly smiled and smiled.

"Whatever you want. Zhang Bo suddenly understood that the butterfly wanted to drag him down the river, fall in love, stick to him, and had to leave. Turn around and go.

"Hey, I don't know your name yet." The butterfly stepped forward and blocked Zhang Bo's way.

"Zhang Bo, Gong Chang Zhang, erudite Bo." Zhang Bo replied, if you don't answer, you can't get out.

"Shall I call you Brother Zhang? "The butterfly is timid, and the action just now is like two people, as long as Zhang Bo doesn't leave.

"Whatever you want! Zhang Bo was annoyed, but his face was still as calm as water, and he thought: The women in the world are the same as Miao'er, soft and hard. Zhang Bo simply gave up the idea of leaving, she was not a monster.

"When is Brother Zhang leaving?" Butterfly asked.

"A few days later. Zhang Bo replied: "Hey, why are you asking this?" ”

"It's not a shame to ask you for advice these days. She smiled and was very sweet.

"Learning is a competition, it is all equal, there is nothing to ask for." Zhang Bo thought to himself that he had never taught anyone.

"This sentence speaks to my heart." The butterfly said, and her face was like a red cloud of the sunrise in the east.

"You kid, you're a big ghost, but you're talented, practice your songs well, and strive to be a big star." Zhang Bo turned around and left.

"Big brother, don't go, I still have questions!" The butterfly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Bo's hand, and let go again, wanting to say something, but forgot in a hurry.

"What's the matter, tell me." Zhang Bo wanted to answer her question, but he didn't leave.

"......" The butterfly was speechless for a while, and when she saw the cow at the edge of the forest bowing her head and grazing grass, she said something in a hurry, which became a joke: "Big brother, look, the old cow over there eats tender grass!" After speaking, he knew that he had lost his words, turned around and ran away to fetch the cow.

Zhang Bo smiled, stood there and forgot to leave.

To be continued. (To be continued......)