At the end of June, July is coming, and it is Zhongyuan in a blink of an eye.

The heavenly official is blessed by the fifteenth day of the first month, the local official is the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the yuan to forgive the sin, and the water official is the tenth day of the tenth month to relieve the misfortune, it is to have the ghost festival of the middle yuan, it is said that on this day the ghost door is opened, and the old people under the spring return.

And Shengjing's Zhongyuan began with the imperial palace as a signal.

Since the founding of the Zhao family in the Western Zhou Dynasty, every year in the middle of the Yuan, there will be tens of thousands of lotus lanterns, flowing out along the royal water ditch, mighty like a silver man falling, and then merging into the moat, going around the Shengjing City, and finally driving into Weishui.

So this grand lantern river with the imperial palace as the starting point has become a signal to ignite the celebration of the Zhongyuan Festival in Shengjing. The people saw that the river of lights flowed out, and shouted "At the beginning of the Middle Yuan, the ghost door is open", and the streets and alleys put lamps to burn paper and burn Zhong Kui, and then they took the stage lively.

On this day, Shengjing City is looking forward to the day of the Imperial Palace Lantern River.

"It's so quiet outside. Isn't it Zhongyuan, are you asleep? Ahem. Zhao Yin stepped on the vain footsteps, dressed in glory, and came to the edge of the water ditch.

In the night, the majestic red wall is cold and silent, and the dark water channel under the root of the wall winds its way, connecting the netherworld.

"Your Majesty, Hand Stove!" Even in July, Luo Xia also handed out the brass hand stove and patted the man's back worriedly, "Your Majesty is still sick, this year's lamp, the slave said on your behalf." But you ...... Hey, take care of the dragon's body! ”

After a pause, Luo Xia added: "It's not that you don't know, you have to see the river of lights flowing out outside, and Zhongyuan can be regarded as the beginning." The people don't know that you put it, and it doesn't hurt for the slave or maid to fake their hands. ”

Zhao Yin waved his hand and sat down on the Baiyu River Dock, there were a lot of river lamps around him, tens of thousands of different sizes, as if they were made by hand, a lit fire fold, reflecting Zhao Yin's pale but warm eyes.

"Dead souls and ghosts are not allowed to survive, and they are very miserable in hell, and they want to survive, but they can't find a way. On this day, if there is a dead ghost holding a river lamp, he will have to live (Note 1). This is the origin of the river lantern. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yin picked up a river lamp next to him, stroked the lamp with his fingertips, and froze: "Auntie, I will release it every year." This year, will they be able to go to the Western Heavenly Bliss? ”

Luo Xia was silent. Looking at the 10,000 river lanterns, they were all made by the king of the Western Zhou Dynasty who dragged his sick body with his own hands, and he coughed his heart and liver in the middle of the night countless times, and he still had to use ginseng soup to hang his spirits and make the last one with his own hands.

The name of the inkblotted winding was written on the surface of the lamp. The cold Xiaokai, but like a warm old face, comes alive again.

Thirteen thousand sixty-seven. It is the soul of the total involvement of the Luo's case.

Thirteen thousand sixty-seven. It was the executioner of the year who spent half his life and left alone today's pasted river lanterns.

Thirteen thousand sixty-seven. It's been so many years, but he still remembers, remembers clearly, every name, his former classmates, fellow soldiers, friends, and enemies.

"Now that the Zhongyuan ghost door is open, the river lantern can guide the direction of the child. Definitely, it will definitely bring salvation. Luo Xia took a deep breath and her eyes reddened, "Not this year, just next year, one day, the hell they go to will be found by the light of future generations." ”

Zhao Yin nodded slightly. Two figures crossed his mind in an instant, one was his stubborn donkey-like eldest son, and the other was the wife he desperately wanted to keep for another he had.

"Maybe you're right. I don't think so, but someday...... She, they, can bring light and salvation. ”

Zhao Yin raised the fire fold, lit the first river lamp, and looked at the name of the candle, Xiao Yi, his eyes were like smoke, as if he saw the young man of the country again.

"Xiao Erlang, do you think in the end that I am a traitor with a lust for power? What can I do, I have no choice to fulfill the royal path that the Master has given me. However, I will prove to you, with me, no, it should be the prosperity created by my descendants to show you, what you can't accomplish, I'll come. This time, there will be no loss. ”

Zhao Yin put down the river lantern in the ditch, and the candle flame went away, illuminating the way for the young man to take care of his life, the warm light, just like your eyes.

"Master, you are right, I will be in the world when the world looks bright, but to me it is the days of endless darkness. I survived, so I exchanged the power of the royal road. Zhao Yin lit another lamp, and there were three words in the firelight, Love.

Luo Xia's fingertips trembled. He put down a small river lamp that he had brought with him. Two words on the lamp, father.

"Master, it's really painful to drop the butcher's knife with your own hands, a nightmare that can't be wiped out for half a lifetime. I have done a good job, the king's life is recuperating, look at this land, am I your proudest student? ”

Zhao Yin put the river lantern into the water, watching it go away, and the bones in his forehead collapsed painfully.

It was the day when the white-robed master put on a black gauze hat and went to the end of the officialdom, he knelt on the ground to obstruct, and thousands of kowtows shattered his forehead and skull.

What no one has done in three hundred years, or the not-so-smart Erlang, I don't know where the road is.

So, why not?

Zhao Dalang failed to stop Love. The wheel of fate rolls, and the sorrow is endless.

"And you. The brother of the Wei Chi family, Yu Chi Ji. Zhao Yin lit another river lamp, like an ordinary uncle, smiling, "Wuling Society, what Xiao Zhan's kid created, okay." A group of high-spirited and famous teenagers pointed out the passionate words. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time, at the end of the troubled times, I was powerless to return to the sky, and I had to fall the knife. ”

Zhao Yin coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his rotten heart. Luo Xia hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back, and was about to pass the imperial doctor, but he stopped him carelessly.

"Your Majesty, I really can't continue. Tens of thousands of river lanterns, when do you have to put them, your body ......" Luo Xia raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, Lao Tzu is talking to the old man, Hugh is noisy!" Zhao Yin gently pushed Luo Xia away, supported the weak sick body, and lit a river lantern.

Jia Chan. Two words on the river lamp.

"Empress Jingyuan, my daughter-in-law, A Cicada. Are you still complaining about me? Zhao Yin smiled bitterly, "Heh, you complain, you complain that I caused the Jia family to fall apart, and you complain that I indirectly asked for your father Jia Zhang's life, you just left me and left first, leaving Shen Yan's kid to mess with me all day long." It's been three years, I'm old, my temples are white, if you come back, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. ”

Luo Xia was guarding anxiously beside her. The man in the bright yellow shirt has a pale face, but his eyes are gentle, like the years that come from the Yellow Spring to refresh him, he is not old.

Tens of thousands of river lanterns, every year, the king of the Western Zhou Dynasty put one by one, his hands can be so tired that he can't lift it for a few days, tens of thousands of old things, every year, the king of the Western Zhou Dynasty remembers it clearly, together with every yellowing grievance, he is engraved in the depths of his flesh and blood like self-torture.

Thirteen thousand sixty-seven.

The former executioner is now the only person in the world who has written down all the names that may not be completely recorded in the history books.

exegesis

1. The origin of the river lantern: from the modern female writer Xiao Hong's "The Biography of the Hulan River". Probably the road from the underworld to the yang world is very dark, and you can't see the road without a light. So it's a good thing to put the lights on. It can be seen that the living righteous gentlemen have not forgotten the dead ghosts. (Source: Sogou Encyclopedia)