397 red leaves burn wildly to promote autumn beauty

Wanyan Zongbi commanded the army to pursue Hu Sanniang and them for ten days, and although he did not catch up, he drove them into the primeval forest. I don't care about the road in a panic, I don't even care about the southeast and northwest, anyway, where the road is not easy to walk, where the forest is dense, I will drill where.

Hu Sanniang and they finally got rid of Yan Zongbi's army and came to a place full of red pines, and the hares in the secret places couldn't get through. What the hell is this place? Needless to say, Lin Chong couldn't say it clearly, and even Lu Wei couldn't figure it out. But there is a feeling that is real, and it is getting farther and farther away from Shuibo Liangshan.

Hu Sanniang They don't know where they are, but the author can't not know. At this moment, four and a half people are in the depths of the forest in the Little Khing'an Mountains. Looking up, there is a feeling of sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Generally speaking, the Xiaoxing'an Mountains are not high, the altitude is generally 500-800 meters, the whole terrain is high in the southeast and low in the northwest, and the landform shows obvious layering, which belongs to the low mountain and hilly terrain.

There are many peaks of 800-1000 meters above sea level in the east and south, the peaks of more than 1000 meters are mainly distributed along the watershed of Songhua River and Hulan River, the highest peak is Pingdingshan, with an altitude of 1429 meters, followed by the small city wall, with an altitude of 1223 meters, in addition, there are more than 10 peaks with an altitude of more than 1000 meters such as Daqing Mountain, which mostly belong to the middle mountain terrain of fault blocks......

The Xiaoxing'an Mountains are mostly natural red pine forests. At that time, the ecology was not destroyed, the red pines were everywhere, lush and lush, you squeezed me, I squeezed you, but you could live in peace.

The woodpecker clicks like a trap. The gun pecked at the wood, not to train the mouth, but to find insects. Hu Sanniang was a little annoyed, popped out a small pebble, and the woodpecker ran away with a big bug in his mouth.

"Where have we been?" Hu Yaoniang sighed.

"Who knows?" Hu Sanniang also sighed.

"I'll go out and take a look." As soon as Lu Wei's words fell, he disappeared.

After about a cup of tea, Lu Wei came back.

"What did you find?" Lin Chong asked urgently.

"I reached the top of the mountain, not to mention people, not even a ghost." Lu Wei shook his head.

"What kind of mountain is it?" Hu Yaoniang asked.

"It's like a big steamed bun, let's call it Mantou Mountain."

"Nonsense, how can there be such a mountain?" Hu Jiaoniang thought he was joking and shook her head.

Hu Sanniang thought for a while and said, "I heard Zhao Ji say that there are really many places called Mantou Mountain in the world. There is a 'Manshou Mountain' in Jinan City, also known as 'Manshou Mountain', but the common people simply call it Mantou Mountain. - I think this mountain looks like steamed buns, and the common people will also call it steamed bun mountain. ”

Hu Jiaoniang wanted to speak and stopped, he thought that Zhao Ji, the emperor of flowers, must have seen something, so he thought of Mantou Mountain. If it weren't for the two men in front of you, I'd ask.

Hu Sanniang pursed her lips and smiled, understanding what she meant. Sure enough, there are allusions. Of course, you can only understand it, not say it.

That was the best time for her and Zhao Ji. Once, Zhao Ji took a closer look at her plump convex and exclaimed: It is really the most beautiful steamed bun mountain in the world! ……

Lin Chong glanced at Hu Sanniang, and he also wanted to speak and stopped. Hu Sanniang's face turned red all of a sudden, as if her mind had been seen through.

"Sister Sanniang, let's go up and take a look, what Mantou Mountain looks like." Hu Jiaoniang proposed.

"Okay. Stand tall to see far! Hu Sanniang responded positively.

Under the leadership of Lu Wei, everyone quickly climbed to the top of the mountain. Ascending high and looking into the distance, it is indeed much brighter. The mountains surround Mantou Mountain, and when you look at it, there is no end in sight to the sea of forests.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Golden Vulture, you bastard! You're chasing me! Chase me!! Chase me!! Hu Sanniang yelled.

This burst of shouting cleansed all the turbidity in the chest, and the clear qi was full.

But the content of the shouting made Hu Jiaoniang laugh and leaned back. The two men laughed too.

"What are you laughing at?" Hu Sanniang was still a little puzzled.

"If the Golden Vulture catches up with you, you will become his little wife." Hu Yaoniang said with a smile.

Hu Sanniang forgot about this stubble, and when she thought about it, she was angry and fun.

"I was really caught by the Golden Vulture and became his little wife, what should you do?"

"If you end up with Wang Ying, I'll give him a cut of plums."

The crowd laughed.

A yellow leaf fell down, and Hu Sanniang stretched out her hand and took it in the palm of her hand. Autumn comes early as the leaves fall, and autumn in the north comes so early.

Hu Sanniang handed the yellow leaf to Hu Yaoniang; Hu Yaoniang looked at it and handed it to Lu Wei; Lu Wei looked at it and handed it to Lin Chong again. Lin Chong stared at the yellow leaf for a long time, remembering that he was persecuted by Gao Yu, going over mountains and mountains along the way, and dying for life. In the wild boar forest, thanks to Lu Zhishen's rescue......

Blue clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine is sad and turns into lovesick tears.

Lin Chong remembered this famous song and sang it softly.

"Brother Lin, you're still a poet!" Hu Jiaoniang said in admiration.

"This is not what I wrote, it is the words of Fan Wenzheng (Zhongyan) whom I particularly admire, which is the first minister of the Great Song Dynasty!" Lin Chong said with great emotion.

Another yellow leaf fell, and then another, and another...... The leaves had fallen from a birch tree on the top of Mantou Mountain. The birch tree is a little short, it should be affected by pests and diseases, and it looks like it is declining before it grows old.

"Mother, I'm hungry!" Zhao Qi hugged Hu Sanniang's leg and said. After days of running, this child established a certain relationship with Hu Sanniang and called Hu Sanniang his mother.

"Lady Niang, do you still have jujube cakes?" Hu Sanniang gently patted the child's head.

"And three more." Hu Yaoniang opened her pocket and counted, took out a piece, and handed it to Zhao Qi.

"Thank you, Erniang!" Zhao Qi took the jujube cake and said politely.

"Son, from tomorrow onwards, there will be no jujube cakes to eat." Hu Sanniang sighed.

"Whatever my mother can eat, I can eat!" Zhao Qi said in a milky voice.

They decided to stay at Mantou Mountain for the time being, and slowly explored the surroundings. Five days later, in the morning, the two women were struck by the beauty of the mountain. It was as if in an instant, the green mountains changed color. The green hills turn into colorful colors, and the main color is red.

What a red that is! It's like a cloud of fire. Autumn leaves, mountains full of autumn leaves, everywhere. Hu Sanniang's favorite leaves of the pentagonal maple. The pentagonal leaves are as slender as a beautiful woman's hand with red nails.

Hu Jiaoniang also liked it very much, and she used the branches and leaves of the pentagonal maple to weave three flower crowns. Wear one by yourself, Hu Sanniang wears one, and Zhao Qi wears one. I wanted to make a top for Lin Chong and Lu Wei, but was rejected by the two masters.

"Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, there are people in Baiyunsheng. Stop the mountain and sit in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the cold leaves are red in February. Zhao Qi recited Du Mu's poem in a milky voice.

Hu Sanniang looked around, there were white clouds and cold leaves, but there was no one.

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