There are two theories about the origin of the couplet. History of the Song Dynasty. Shu Shijia records the peach rune poem: New Year's Yuqing, the festival number Changchun. This joint work is concise and concise. Another theory is: Liu Xiaochun, a writer of the Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, and his third sister Liu Lingxian did: Behind closed doors, Gao Xie Gongqing. In fact, the earliest should be the peach symbol, with two peach boards, write the name of the legendary god of exorcism and evil spirits, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, this way has been used for a thousand years, to the fifth generation, people began to inscribe the couplet on the peach board, instead of Shen Tu and Yu Lei, and now it is Guan Yunchang and Zhang Fei in the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the portrait of Wei Chi Jingde in the "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", and then write the couplet on both sides, update from generation to generation, and make the Spring Festival couplets in culture. To put it mildly, it is nothing more than an alternative literary situation.

"There is still such a great knowledge of couplets?" Chi'er said admiringly.

"It's just a brief story, and there's a lot to tell about the subtle evolution. For example, in 964 AD, that is, on the eve of the Spring Festival in the 27th year of the reign of Shuhou Huzheng, the later lord Meng Chang suddenly issued an order to ask the ministers to write couplets on the peach wood board to show their talents. When the ministers wrote the sentence to Meng Chang, he was very dissatisfied, so he took the pen in his hand and waved it on the peach board: New Year's Yuqing, the festival number Changchun. Zhang Bo said as he searched his brain's memory.

"There's so much more to this couplet..." Zhou Pao listened straightly.

"Big brother, how can you read so many books, engage in medicine, engage in writing, and continue to read books." Zhou Guang was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Thank you for the special ten years, the books left by my ancestors, I hid them in the basement of the study, and I didn't read them if I had nothing to do, plus the modern books I collected, foreign literature. I have studied seriously for decades, practicing medicine, seeing a doctor, and reading books, which is the law of my life, and it is indisputable with the world. Zhang Bo told his secret. He was calm, as calm as a lying mountain.

"Have you finished reading the books left by your ancestors?" Zhou Guang was curious and surprised.

"No, I have to read it until the next life." Zhang Bo felt very proud, and he was very happy to have a book to read.

"My brother, I feel that your current knowledge is as vast as the sea, inexhaustible, and inexhaustible." Zhou Guang scratched his scalp and said.

"Breaking 10,000 books is about fun, and there is always a story in ancient times. Reading is a hobby. Reading is harder than writing. Reading can only read things in the superficial sense, if you love it, you can read the essence of the book. Zhang Bo said his experience to Zhou Guang. Chi'er doesn't object to listening to it, and it's naturally better for Zhou Pao to listen to it.

"Learn from my eldest brother, my books are in the East Wing, and some ancient books are also pirated, bought in the town and county. Some are incomplete. Minato and can read it. Zhou Guang was inspired.

"No matter how bad things are, there is the essence of the usable place, see how you can absorb it." Zhang Boli argues.

"I believe that." Zhou Guang said. Admire. Five-body casting.

"You go to the study to drink water, I'll talk here with Uncle Zhou." Chi'er said.

"What about my dollars?" Zhou Paoshu still had dollars in his hand.

"When I got there, I bought a house and land, treated me to gifts, did some good work, drank wine every day, and ate meat every day. I'll give you a few more old ones. Zhou Guang jokingly gave Uncle Zhou the Ming coin.

"I think so, it's better for me to be a concubine, and instead of suffering here, it's better to take the dollars over there, and I heard that there is heaven. It's good to give me a few more, and when I die, I put them on my fingers, make a ring, and eat them in my stomach, and no one can take them out. There is no official in the ancestors, go over there to buy an official, or buy a literate head, put it on your shoulders, no longer be so stupid, offend my concubine...! Zhou Pao said as he spoke, shedding tears and regretting the morning.

"Uncle Zhou, the world over there is beautiful, but it's best not to go." Zhou Guang jokes — sentences.

"People, first create death, then create life, no one can get out of it, maybe, I will not have a living head after this vote, Lord Yama will cross the score, black and white impermanence began to ask for my life, I have to hurry home and pick up for a few days." After Uncle Zhou finished speaking, he took what he was given, Zhou Guang gave him, patted his ass and left.

Zhou Guang and Chi'er were inexplicably made by Uncle Zhou, it's true, it's fake, he wants to die!

Zhang Bo keenly felt: This Uncle Zhou Pao is going to have a problem, because of the dollar.

………

On the morning of the second day, Chi'er got up for the first time, made a simple breakfast, Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang talked and laughed and washed the Huanhuan, talked and laughed and ate, carried the water bag and bamboo flute, and marched to Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan Mountain is a local mountain range mixed with soil and stones, not a place where legends are said to cultivate immortals. Now, there is still a light mist on the top of the mountain, the sun is still rising in the east, and the summer mornings after wheat are cooler, especially the road cypress, the road pine, spreading the fragrance of the leaves, and the pine trees are not blown by the wind. Birds and sparrows that get up early mingle and call out to their companions and relatives, forming a world of birds.

There are some spring pits and small streams in the forest, birds drinking water by the springs, gophers, all kinds of insects and beasts, seeing Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang, do not welcome this strange guest, run and fly. Of course, there are no wolves, jackals, tigers, leopards, lions, elephants, etc.

When they reached the top of the mountain, their faces were sweating. Zhang Bo looked around, the top of this Zhongnan Mountain, nothing, bare, there are two trees in the middle of the mountaintop, a cypress tree, a pine tree, bringing the fragrance of cypress leaves, but the pine tree is about the same height as it, setting off the growth of the cypress. In the middle of the tree, there is a non-pedaling strip for people to rest and enjoy the coolness, you can sit or lie down.

This is Jungnan Mountain.

Zhang Bo was stunned when he saw these two trees.

"What's wrong, big brother?" Zhou Guang asked.

"What do these two trees look like?" Zhang Bo asked.

"Like a lover." Zhou Guang replied without thinking.

"Like you and your siblings." Zhang Bo said: "Compared with the towering sky, compared to the foil." ”

"In your eyes, there is knowledge everywhere, and articles everywhere." Zhou Guang smiled. Got the praise of the brother.

"Rest — down. Love should be equal, like these two different trees. Zhang Bo said.

"Big brother's love is not equal." Zhou Guang asked.

"I told you that being single is also pure, and I can no longer resist the toss of love. Or devote yourself to serving the people, to clean up the quiet places in society. At this time, Zhang Bo picked up Miao'er, and his heart throbbed.

"Touching the scene is full of feelings, we literati are like this." Zhou Guang said with emotion.

The two of them came to sit down on the non-pedal, and the fog was gusting, and they seemed to be in a fairyland.

Zhang Bo looked west at Wanghailing, also on the top of the sea of clouds, ethereal, and couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful, it's so hazy." ”

"Hazy? What hazy? Is it the hazy mountains, or the hazy meaning, or the hazy poems written by Shu Ting, Beidao, and Gu Cheng? Zhou Guang was puzzled.

"What's hazy? Oh. Zhang Bo was tired and cooled by a light breeze, and he knew that there had been such a wind on the mountain at home. Cool breeze.

"Write a poem, improvisation. Zhou Guang said.

"Do you know who of the three people who wrote the hazy poem that most resembles these two trees?" Zhang Bo asked.

"It should be Shu Ting, "To the Oak Tree" written in March 977." Zhou Guang said affirmatively.

"If I love you/Never like a climbing flower/Show off on your high branches/If I love you/Never learn from an infatuated bird/Repeat a monotonous song for the green shade/It's not just like a spring/Cool warm books are sent all year round/..."Zhang Bo stopped abruptly, tired, came to the spirit, did not continue to surge, and said: "Brother, come to Zhongnan Mountain, and then go to Wanghailing." ”

The two of them got up, got dressed up, and marched along a winding path towards Wanghailing.

"Big brother, we are kicking the mountain, not a competition, don't go so fast, are you uncomfortable?" Zhou Guang cares.

"It's okay, I want to race against nature, I return to the embrace of nature, let the coolness and mist of nature dissolve into my thoughts, fly to my hometown, and fly to the hearts of my relatives."

The wet grass picked up the dew drops, and threw them on their clean white mesh shoes.

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

PS: I apologize to the readers, I should have passed - three or four chapters, but I passed - three or five chapters, this is the author's own mistake, I haven't learned to run, I want to jump up, I apologize to everyone here, and I will make it up tomorrow.