Acacia flowers, the milky white fragrance of a tree,

Like a festive salute in the air

Full bloom.

The ingenious brush

Show, human beings love beauty

Auspicious.

One petal, two braids, like butterflies dancing,

Reveal the heart

Never afraid of honey peaks, picking fragrance.

Painter girl, pick

A bunch hangs on the head, creamy yellow

The heart is drunk, like a boat floating on the water.

How many years have passed

In the farmer's rice cage,

And into the cornmeal, than fragrant.

Memories become strings of chastity

Tale.

Fuchsia Kasumi, on the hearth where the rice is cooked

Light.

Its love story, from eternity to eternity

Put the girl's face

Illuminate.

The next day, Zhang Bo was in the study, and he had a feeling of wanting to write Huaihua with a pen, and Huaihua couldn't help but feel grateful. He looked at a painting of "Reclining Buddha" on the locust flowers on the tree, and finally wrote a poem on the manuscript paper with the fragrance of locust flowers.

When I got up early this morning, his Miao'er and Zhu Rong went to the county seat to visit Hu Nian and Li Yi.

The snow stopped and the wind stopped, and the sky was sunny at first, and Miao Er had to pass through Shangcun to pick up Zhu Rong and leave. Zhang Bo took advantage of the fact that they had not yet arrived, so he had a ** to climb the lattice, and when he took the manuscript paper, he casually turned out the "Reclining Buddha" created by Miao Qing on the bookshelf, which attracted his attention.

Under a big locust tree, a peaceful Buddha of the West Heaven lies on his side, and the locust flowers of that tree are displayed in the tree, so beautiful and moving. This painting is still forty years ago, it is a sketch composition, flexible rice paper, and the word Miao Qing is hastily written under the picture. Now, forty years later, the painter should be old, about seventy years old.

On the table, there were more than 30 yuan of 11,000 yuan. Needless to say, it's still Miao'er. They hadn't arrived yet, and there was still time, so Zhang Bo sat on a chair, picked up the painting again, and began to admire it. He is a layman when it comes to painting, but this painting has a deep meaning. That year, every time he went up the mountain to play, he had to meet the female painter. Once, I met her again.

"Sister painter, are you here again today? Zhang Bo said very kindly.

"Xiaobo, you're here today." She knew the teenager all too well.

"Does the painter's sister come every day?" Zhang Bo walked over from afar.

"I come every day this season." Miao Qing explained to him.

"What season," Zhang Bo asked, his eyes flashing wide.

"Oh, you don't know the season." Miao Qing smiled.

"I don't know what to do." Zhang Bo shook his head.

"Twelve months in a year, thirteen months in leap months, two leap months in five years, one season every three months, a total of four seasons, summer, autumn and winter." Miao Qing told him very auspiciously.

"The month of the leap month counts as the season." Zhang Bo asked.

"One more month in that season, right in that season." Miao Qing touched his little nose with a pencil.

"Hey, it's a bit of a twist." He scratched his little scalp.

"Now is the beginning of summer, also known as early summer, the season of acacia flowers." Miao Qing finally explained.

Zhang Bo saw the pencil in Miao Qing's hand and said, "You can draw with a pencil?" ″

Of course I can draw. Do you like it, little brother. Miao Qing likes this sensible child very much.

"I like this one in your hand." Childlike innocence.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Miao Qing is sincere to this little brother.

"I can't ask for my sister's painting for nothing, I gave my sister a piece of roasted sweet potato, it's delicious." Zhang Bo took out a piece of roasted potato from the book pocket he was carrying.

"Sister Xie Lu Xie Xiaobo, sister signed Xiaobo." Miao Qing said as she signed her name.

"Here, sister painter, there are a lot of them in my house, and they are all in the deep kiln, and they are all put to eat fresh now.

Miao Qing took the sweet potato, and the black did not slip in autumn. frowned.

"Sister, take off the black, and you can eat it." Xiao Zhang Bo was very smart and said,

Miao Qing peeled off the black skin, and the yellow sweet potato was fragrant, and before he chewed it, he only bit a little, and he felt sweet.

"Go wash your little black hands, don't make the painting black and dirty." Miao Qing instructed him.

Zhang Bo went to the drinking horse spring below to wash his hands and dry his body. Go back to Miao Qing and sit down.

Miao Qing enjoyed the sweet potato beautifully, and then turned around and took a piece of bread from her schoolbag: "Plus this piece of bread and give it to you." ”

"Look at this painting, this is a big locust tree, the locust tree is blooming, if the Buddha comes to the Buddha Buddha and is tired, he will lie down under this tree to rest." In fact, it was Miao Qing who made up the story.

Zhang Bo took the bread and the painting, "I think it's the same, this is not much like the old man in the hall above." Zhang Bo said seriously.

"It's just that they're brothers who look like one person." Zhang Bo said.

"What does the Buddha do, sister?" Zhang Bo said.

"The heart of the Buddha is very good, he specializes in doing good deeds, and when he does many good deeds, people will know him, so he will become a Buddha, and people will build him a big house like this in order to commemorate him." Miao Qing said.

"I understand, Sister Xie Lu, sister Xie, sister Lu will see you again, I will take it home and treasure it."

Zhang didn't play anymore and went home with bread and paintings. When he looked back, Miao Qingzheng smiled and waved to him, but he didn't expect that this painting and bread had become a permanent separation between the sister and brother, and since then, when he went up the mountain to play, he found her all over the mountain, Zhang Bo sat on the stone where his sister had sit, and cried as he watched the red sunset.

……

"Brother Zhang." A gentle cry like a cat woke Zhang Bo up.

"Brother Zhang, what do you want?" Miao Er asked with a smile, thinking: It's really out of her mind.

"Oh, I didn't think about anything." When Miao Er turned her head to look at Miao Er, Zhu Rong also stood in the door with a smile.

"So much money, what's going on?" Zhu Rong saw the money on the table.

"Wang Yun sent it in the morning, and took the IOU and took it. This is the money that Miao Er advanced at that time, and now it is returned to the original owner. Zhang Bo said with a smile.

"Give it to Brother Zhang, I don't have a place to spend money." Miao Er said with a smile, very generous.

"I'll get it from you when I use it, and besides, your sister-in-law's compensation of five or six hundred thousand hasn't been touched yet. The interest is also enough to spend. Zhang Bo said.

"My son didn't ask for it." Zhu Rong asked with a smile.

"Nope. Both of them have an annual salary and can't spend it clearly. Zhang Bo replied.

"When you marry later, it will be a dowry." Zhu Rong teased Miao'er. Miao Er smiled.

Zhang Bo found a bag and packed the money: "You guys are so slow to come." ”

"Learn from Lei Feng. The three cars of the land, the court, and the public security, the car of the land was stuck in the snow, and Bang was busy pushing it for a while. Miao Er said

"Going in that direction." Zhang Bo asked, and he looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Towards your village." Zhu Rong said: "I seem to have heard them say that Wang Yun used to attach or something, and later said that twenty acres of land were destroyed, and I didn't hear anything else. ”

"Yesterday we had dinner in Linxian Tower, this person is much more honest. Lack of morality, squatting for a few years of introspection and introspection will change. Miao Er said hatefully.

Hey, Miao Er found a painting on the table, the signature of the painting is Miao Qing, isn't this the name of grandma, she re-unfolded the painting and looked at it: beautiful acacia flowers, peaceful Buddha..., this painting does not have a date, but the side is a little yellow, it is sketched. Grandma once said that when she was young, she often went to Wofoshan to practice pen, and laid a solid foundation from there. Miao Er rolled the picture scroll and walked out, but she didn't mention the money, did she forget?

"Miao'er, what are you doing with my paintings, don't mention your money." Zhang Bo was puzzled.

"Columbus discovered the New World." Miao Er pretends to be mysterious, Miao Er is so smart, there must be a little story. The painting.

"What New World:" Zhu Rong was also puzzled.

"Brother Zhang, this painting of yours is so good." Miao Er stared at Zhang Bo.

"This painting can't be given to you." Zhang Bo thought Miao Er was begging for painting. A little rushed.

"350,000 bought yours, how about it? Miao Er teased Zhang Bo.

"Three and a half million won't be sold." Zhang Bo was a little busy, Miao Er was unreasonable and unreasonable, so he bought paintings and went to the bookstore.

"Got a story?" Miao Er was even happier, as if she really understood something.

"It's Xu Rong's." Zhu Rong stepped forward to see what was going on. Miao Er turned around and hid the painting behind her: "No." Zhu Rong didn't see it.

"Brother Zhang, I will take you to meet the owner of this painting today." Miao Er said excitedly, smiling, so bright teeth.

"Really.?" Zhang Bo was skeptical, maybe Miao Er wasn't joking.

"Really. No jokes. Miao Er put the painting in Zhang Bo's hand, Zhang Bo's hanging heart couldn't let go, he handed the picture scroll to Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong had the opportunity to open it and see it.

"This person was my enlightenment teacher and taught me how to be a human being." Zhang Bo said, very touched.

"Oh, I said so important. Let's go, I'll take you to the teacher. Miao Er withdrew the money this time and walked towards the gate with Zhu Rong.

Zhang Bo closed the gate and got into Miao'er's Santana, Miao'er started the car and walked south directly towards Xia Village. After passing the lower village, we went up to the river bridge.

"This river is so wide, about the same as the Yellow River, but the water is clear." Zhu Rong sighed through the car window.

"The water in this river has been polluted, and the water flowing down from the West Village, Shang Village, and Middle Village has been polluted, and a lot of it is sewage from the mines and board factories," Zhang Bo told the two, not to mention that the river is frozen and the snow is beautiful.

"What's going on?" Zhu Rong said: "How to verify. ”

"This summer, a lot of housewives washed their clothes here and wiped their bodies with hand towels soaked in river water, and as a result, eight out of ten people had systemic allergies." Zhang Bo said. I was quite unhappy that someone had polluted the river.

"How do you know that they have all over their bodies." Miao Er asked mischievously. She didn't consider Zhang Bo's feelings.

"Needless to say, the doctor's prerogative." Zhu Rong also ridiculed Zhang Bo.

“… You guys, you think too much... For the first time, Zhang Bo was speechless in front of two women.

The two women smiled at each other, laughed like acacia flowers, laughed, followed the car, crossed the river bridge, and got on the national highway.