In ancient times, it was also called Xingqing, exploring spring, looking for spring, etc. For thousands of years, it has gradually become a ritual, as if only by performing this ritual can we truly have spring. Du Fu's "March 3rd Heaven and Earth New, Chang'an Waterside Dolly People". Bai Juyi's "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake": "In the west of Jia Ting, the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers gradually want to charm the eyes, and the asakusa can not have a horseshoe ......", Qing Dynasty calligrapher, one of the eight strange Zheng Banqiao in Yangzhou, has a year to go green, see butterflies and birds, green trees, casually chant a song "Spring Words" "Spring Breeze, Spring Warmth, Spring Day, Spring Length." Spring is green, spring water is rippling. Spring shade, spring is thick, and spring flowers are blooming all over the garden. The spring willows in the courtyard are green, the spring grass in front of the steps is fragrant, and the spring birds are crying all over the spring hall ......" full text of 46 sentences, but 54 "spring" words are embedded in it, which is natural and smooth, with endless aftertaste, describing the beautiful scenery when stepping into the green. ”

Walking on the road, bathing in the warm spring breeze, intimate contact with the spring breeze, and affectionate embrace with nature, full of spring and rippling spring breeze. People who step on spring, groups of two, three, and five, walk on the road of spring, "steal half a day of leisure" wandering in the spring wilderness, looking for the footprints of spring, so that the mood can be washed in the beauty of nature.

With a reincarnation time, I traveled through thousands of wildernesses, and met a gorgeous performance here. How many times will there be, I will watch you bloom, watch you wither, and still sigh softly for a young man like a flower, a youth like a flower, and a song for the years like a flower.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the light song and dance, the spring is so beautiful, when we take off the bloated and heavy winter clothes, we suddenly feel refreshed, and the original breath of spring is approaching.

Although it is now past the best time to go out, the strong spring in the suburbs still can't stop the footsteps of young people, and a few familiar people gather together to stroll among the flowers and plants in the suburbs of Hongnong County.

Before Yang Shuo came, Hongnong was just a very ordinary small county town, but with the arrival of Yang Shuo, with the establishment of the Zhenxi General's Mansion and the Sili Captain's Mansion here, Hongnong suddenly prospered, and the population naturally increased.

And in this group of people, three brisk figures quietly blended in, a man and two women, the beauty of the handsome men and the beautiful women, instantly stirred up a wave among the calm tourists.

"Hmmm! It smells so good! Cai Yan leaned down and picked up a blooming camellia and put it on the tip of his nose, sniffing gently, his delicate and delicate face seemed to be integrated with the camellia, regardless of each other, it was very good-looking.

Zhen Huan also put down her reserve, jumped happily among the flowers, carefully avoided the prickly dead branches with her skirt, sniffed on the blooming flowers one by one with her handsome little nose, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter like silver bells.

The grass is tender green, the wind is the supple hands of the beauty, the water is clear and transparent, the bottom of the water paved with pebbles is clearly visible, a few small herring fish swim happily in it, sometimes a charge, sometimes leisurely, attracting the attention of many visitors.

Tired of playing, the three of them found a secluded place under the weeping willows, the three of them sat around each other, and there were already guards in disguise with large bags of snacks and snacks in front of the three of them, of course, it was not the various spicy items we often ate in later generations, and the types were not as many as those in later generations. Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions not only connected the Central Plains with the Western Regions, but also brought the unique specialties of the Western Regions to the Central Plains, with all kinds of dried fruits.

The two girls scrambled, cheered, and constantly sent all kinds of sweet and silky dried fruits into the cherry mouth, Yang Shuo also picked up a few and tasted them, without the adulteration of various condiments in later generations, each dried fruit with his unique natural question, and later generations must have a different taste.

"Didn't the general have a gift for Sister Akihime?" Zhen Huan picked up a piece of candied fruit and licked it on the tip of her small and smooth tongue, tilted her little head and blinked a pair of big eyes.

This Zhen Huan understands Yang Shuo's thoughts more and more, and glanced at Zhen Huan with disgust, Yang Shuo naturally took out a pair of calligraphy and paintings from behind him, and said to Cai Yan with a smile: "Miss Zhaoji is a famous talented girl in the world, there is a calligraphy and painting here, I don't know if Miss Zhaoji likes it?" As he spoke, he unfolded the calligraphy and painting he wrote and put it in front of Cai Yan.

Originally, Yang Shuo accompanied her two out today, Cai Yan has always been like a deer, and now Yang Shuo said that there was a gift for her, Cai Yan's heartbeat was even stronger, and when the calligraphy and painting slowly unfolded and the four big characters appeared clearly in her eyes, the heartbeat rate rose again, and the pair of little white rabbits on the chest also shook up and down regularly.

Cai Yan is the daughter of the great writer Cai Yong, in addition to being proficient in music and rhythm, and good at literature and calligraphy, she is a famous talented woman in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, she followed Cai Yong to almost all the famous calligraphy of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and she also has a lot of research on calligraphy, and the four big characters appeared in front of Cai Yan to make her eyes shine, but slowly revealed surprise, the font of these four words is different from the common calligraphy shape of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but someone still wrote it but it is still very different from the one in front of her.

"The font bones are clear, horizontal and vertical, square and round, similar to Zhong but quite styled, original, I don't know who made this book?" The calligraphy and painting in front of him is definitely the best Cai Yan has seen over the years, and it is even comparable to the Zhong family, but if you add that unique style, it is still better than the Zhong family.

"It's close in front of you, far away in the sky, Sister Zhaoji's calligraphy and painting are all good, you might as well guess it!" Zhen Huan glanced at Yang Shuo, hugged Cai Yan's arm and said with a smile.

Cai Yan frowned at Xiumei and thought for a while, "This book is quite similar to Zhong everyone, but it seems to have jumped out of the five elements, and it is a higher level than Zhong everyone's!" Cai Yan nodded and shook his head again, "I really can't think of anyone who can write such an elegant, simple, mellow and powerful font!" ”

Zhen Huan was bright and bright, and her sweet face came to Cai Yan and said with a smile: "How is this book?" ”

"What a masterpiece!" Cai Yan nodded.

"Then does Sister Akihime like it?" Zhen Huan said again.

"I like it!" Cai Yan nodded heavily.

"Does that sister want to know whose work it is?"

"Who?" Cai Yan asked suspiciously, going through all the well-known calligraphers in her mind, no one's font coincided with what she was looking for, and the only one who had a similarity with Zhong Dajia, she was quite familiar, and she could definitely guarantee that it was not written by him.

"It's the person you've been thinking about!" Zhen Huan said and stretched out her hand to point at Yang Shuo.

Although the atmosphere of the Eastern Han Dynasty is not as restrained as in the Ming and Qing dynasties, in front of so many people, especially in front of Yang Shuo, Cai Yan still seems very embarrassed, but following the direction of Zhen Huan's finger, seeing the familiar and smiling face, Cai Yan was stunned, and his face turned red, and he quickly fell into Zhen Huan's arms, as if he could get in.