Spring insects squeak, birds rejoice.

I don't know when it started, and the mountains and forests suddenly became noisy.

The time spans to March, the spring is warm, and the sounds and colors in the mountains become cheerful.

One morning in March, the spring sun broke through the fog, and the golden light was immense.

Jiang Xiaobai opened the courtyard door.

The faint sound of falling water on the edge of the west cliff is still the same, but there is a little more lively chirping.

He went out of the courtyard to the edge of the west cliff and looked.

On the west cliff, on the canyon cliff wall below, elegant and small figures are scurrying in the air, lively and busy.

Swallows build their nests on the rocky cliffs.

Sometimes the swallows swoop into the groves in the valley, and sometimes they fall to the waterfall and the river, clinging to the mud and going between the stone walls.

The chirping, like a farmer ploughing in spring, is cheerful and lively.

Warblers, warblers, swallows, swallows, spring and spring, flowers and willows are true.

The spring swallow is muddy and sweeps the water, and the spring dawns in March.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the cheerful Feiyan, and turned his head to look at the peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a piece of pink vine bloomed, like a cloud spreading, fragrant and beautiful.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and peach blossoms.

The corners of Jiang Xiaobai's eyes jumped, and his eyes were turbulent, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to calm.

He stood on the edge of the west cliff, looking at the pink clouds at the foot of the mountain, and stood for a moment, unable to see through his eyebrows.

After a while, he turned and went back to the courtyard.

He glanced at the old peach in the yard, the flower buds had been budding for a long time, and it stands to reason that they should have bloomed a long time ago.

It's just that in the spring breeze one night, the peach blossoms under the mountain bloomed, but it didn't bloom for a long time.

Those who have obtained the Fa are different from others.

...............

That night, Jiang Xiaobai had a dream.

Blue sky and white clouds, warm spring.

In the yard, under the lush peach blossom trees, the old way came.

is still wearing a dirty Tsing Yi robe, and his face is still a little uninhibited and free-spirited.

He beckoned to Jiang Xiaobai, scolded the kid with a smile in his mouth, and called him to come over and drink.

As he spoke, he took the big gourd in his hand, poured a few sips of wine, and threw the gourd to Jiang Xiaobai.

Drinking is still so unambiguous.

In the dream, under the tree, at the stone table, an old and a young man, drinking and drinking.

Lao Dao was drinking, as usual, making fun of Jiang Xiaobai, and telling some interesting stories about him when he was a child.

I don't know when, there is an extra guqin on the stone table under the tree.

The guqin is the one that Lao Dao has been putting in the pavilion and has not moved for three years.

Lao Dao smiled and asked him what he wanted to hear.

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't remember what he said in his dream.

Lao Dao's fingers were placed on the guqin, and his five fingers flew over, or melodiously, or passionately played and sang.

The hair must be publicized, the mountains and rivers flow, and the singing is shocking.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, it seems to be windy, the old peach branches on the head are swaying, and the young shoots are shaking.

In the yard, the birds smell each other and flutter the branches.

"The law is not the law, the law is not empty, and the empty is not empty. The silence is the same, and he has never said a dream in a dream. It is useless in useful use, and it is useless in reactive work. If it is ripe and naturally red, don't ask how to cultivate the .........."

The vast and loud sound of playing and singing hovered in the courtyard, under the blue sky and white clouds, I don't know how far away.

The old way is indulgent and wanton, must be publicized, surrounded by birds, and I don't know how long to play and sing.

Maybe it's an hour, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a month, and the time in the dream doesn't know how to pass, as if there is no beginning or end.

Unconsciously, the old peach blossom buds in the yard stretched, bloomed a little bit of beauty, and then proudly burst out of the fragrance.

"Zheng ......."

The trills stopped, and the guqin stopped.

The wind stops, and the birds disperse.

Under the blooming peach blossom tree, Lao Dao touched the guqin, and the light in his eyes gradually turned to nostalgia and reluctance.

"Born as a summer flower, dead as an autumn leaf, boy, take care of the little girl. ”

Lao Dao still had a smile on his face, looking at Jiang Xiaobai.

There are free and easy, relieved, nostalgia and reluctance in those wise eyes, and all kinds of emotions.

In the next second, the shadow of the old Tao gradually faded in the air, and the kind and free face disappeared under the fragrant peach blossom tree.

And the guqin on the stone table!

The blue sky and white clouds were gone, and Jiang Xiaobai woke up from his dream.

When I woke up, the corners of my eyes were full of tears.

.................

Outside, in the middle of the night, under the hazy moonlight, the peach blossom trees in the yard have bloomed proudly, exuding a tangy fragrance.

And dozens of miles away on the top of the Flying Dragon Peak, the fire is soaring into the sky, and the wind is roaring.

When the peach blossoms bloom, the plum blossoms fall, and the plum forest has turned into plum stumps, cold and lonely.

The square pavilion in the middle has turned into a ball of fire, and the wind swept up the flames, turning into a sky-high fire.

Two large cranes were in the sky above the blazing firelight, emitting a sad crane chirp.

Suddenly, the two cranes let out a mournful roar in unison, and they both swooped down and fell into the sea of red fire.

"Amitabha!"

A distant Buddha horn sounded from the night sky.

Under the moonlight, in the firelight, an old monk in Tsing Yi lowered his eyebrows and suddenly appeared in the night void.

"Birds are affectionate, life and death go hand in hand, Taoist friends go well, Amitabha. ”

The old monk Kongming looked at the firelight below, and his always peaceful face was rarely sighed.

Then he sat down in the void, clasped his hands together, and came out of his mouth a muttering Zen Sutra.

The sound of Zen came out of the mouth of the old monk, but it was like a bell in the night sky, rippling in the firelight and wind, and the night moon was hazy.

At night, the monk chanted Zen, the old way turned into a Tao, and a life and death ended.

Watching Jiang Xiaobai grow up since he was a child, he has the love of grandchildren and grandchildren, and the old way of master-apprentice, when the peach blossoms bloom in March, after a dream indulgence, he silently turned into a Taoist in the Quartet Pavilion of Feilong Peak, turned into brilliant fireworks, and passed away with the wind.

When the real life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

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In Wutong Mountain, under the peach blossom tree, Jiang Xiaobai was wearing thin clothes. Sitting in the yard, looking up at the pink peach blossoms on your head.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, crying and laughing, as if he was stunned.

Lao Dao's voice and smile in his dream, indulging in playing and singing, have not been dispersed in his mind for a long time.

A floating life and a dream, unexpectedly, the separation of the two met for the last time in such a way.

The old peach finally opened, and the old way was gone.

Jiang Xiaobai sat in silence all night, like a fool.

When the morning dawn broke the next day, the wind suddenly rose in the courtyard.

Jiang Xiaobai's five organs were bright, and the three qi on his head rose from the mud pills.

The wind blew the flowers and fell, and the peach blossoms fell down, flying around the motionless Jiang Xiaobai.

Gradually became a pink wind whirlpool, the stronger the wind, the old peach in the middle trembled, the petals fell, the peach blossoms flew,

In the early morning, the Wutong Mountain in the fog became noisy in an instant.

Birds, beasts and insects chirp, suddenly undulating.

The birds flew into the sky and landed in the yard, chirping.

On the old peach, between the branches, a gray cocoon the size of a fingernail inadvertently cracked, and then a hairy head came out of the cocoon.

The fluffy insect broke out of its cocoon, and then stretched its body on the peach branch, and a pair of colorful wings stretched out, which was beautiful.

Five gases and three flowers, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly!