At the foot of Jing Mountain, there has been heavy snow for days, and the ordinary dead branches, as if overnight, in this snowy sky, have obtained the law of the gods and learned the art of spring with dead wood.

At the same time, the snow is dense, and a piece of dead branches and ten thousand points of snow are like the spring breeze blowing up thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

There is also the red stamen, which is not afraid of the cold in winter and is independent in the world, overlooking the world, and provoking people to stop and watch.

Accustomed to the depression and solemnity, how can you not chant poetry at first glance.

A group of people wore heavy jackets and gathered under a red plum tree, cooking wine and talking about current affairs, looking up from time to time to comment on the description of red plums, or appreciating the visual enjoyment brought by others. But there is a different taste in the heart.

A tree is not very unusual, not the largest, the smallest, nor the most beautiful, even if it is not a brilliant red plum in this piece of plum forest, but it attracts countless eyes openly and secretly.

Men and women gather everywhere, and it is also not uncommon, except for the men and women here, there is a little bit of teaching people to take their eyes off, although they are dressed in ordinary clothes, they can see the unusual upbringing.

One of the several men, watching his actions, the people around him faintly respected him, enough to make the proud red plum eclipsed by the face of the celestial man, and the tourists who wanted to come forward to talk to him, looking at the coercion of the whole body that was almost integrated with the snow, and hesitated.

Then they were stunned to see the ordinary-looking young woman beside the man, who laughed heartily and reached out a little to the tip of the woman's nose.

Those who have good eyesight can vaguely see a little snow falling from the red plum tree behind them, revealing the red flowers that have been wrapped up.

This quiet movement seemed to attract the attention of the somewhat swarthy man on the side, who glanced up at the two of them, and then lowered his head and the young woman beside him, and did not know what to say.

A young woman in a red dress turned her head and turned her back to the swarthy, still handsome man, and everyone saw the woman's face, white snow and red clothes, I don't know whether it was the red plum reflection, or the red clothes against the background, or the blushing cheeks, or both, for a while, it taught many tourists to look stunned.

The visitor has that bold and careful peeping, and the man who is the leader, looks a little similar, so it is a match made in heaven with this dark handsome man.

Although the man knew that it was a love of beauty, he still had a little sour in his heart, and put his hands on the woman's shoulders to turn her around, and he was alone. Another scenery after the woman turned her head was not enough for outsiders.

The old man on the side, touching his long beard, looked at the swarthy man's style with relief, as if he was extremely satisfied with the scenery in front of him. His mouth hummed a cheerful tune, his head swayed along with the tune, and for a while, the heavens and the earth opened up and became clearer.

There was also a young couple whose woman must have been extremely cold, otherwise the veil covering their face would not have been removed.

There is also a swaddling baby in the woman's hand, and the child in the swaddling clothes does not know whether he is male or female, and there is a cute tiger embroidered on the swaddling clothes, and the love of the child can be seen.

The husband with a handsome face looks at the whole body with a gentle atmosphere. A gust of wind flew in with snow, and the husband stretched out his hand to gather the woman's clothes, and lowered his head to make the child, with tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

When the wind passes, visitors have to glimpse the woman's red lips, not dotted and red, the skin race the frost and snow here, you can see its full appearance, so it is in line with the husband's careful love, get this beauty, who carelessly guarded.

A pearl of red plum, all kinds of beings. A painting of its own.

Visitors bring their own pen and ink, has begun to blur the pen and ink, concentrate and calm, when the pen is written, if there is divine help, it can be the time of the pen. A burst of laughter came from far and near, and there was a slight sound of fighting.

The eyes of the tourists who followed the prestige were even brighter, and they were actually a few fairy-like children, running and playing in the snow. You chase me, it's not lively.

One of the little fairies, holding a few branches of cold plums in her left hand and only one branch in her right hand, chased a few little fairies, not knowing what she wanted to do, and when she saw one of the youngest fairies, when she had an extra branch of cold plums on her head, she understood her intentions.

Seeing this, Yu Jiexian Tong was so frightened that he ran around, touched a cold plum from time to time, shook off a tree of snow, stood under the tree and swam down, laughed helplessly, got up and shook off the snow.

At first, they all thought that a few fairy children were really afraid of the cold plum hairpin on their heads, and at this time it seemed that they just wanted to play with them. Looking at the appearance of several fairies and fairies, who is willing to say a word of reproach.

I can't help but care, if I accidentally fall in the snow, what is good? The gaze moves like clothing glued to the children's bodies.

As if tired of playing, the little fairy casually gave the cold plum branch in her hand to a recent visitor, and then pulled her legs and ran straight in one direction.

It turned out to be where Fang Cai's group was, worried that the little fairy would collide with the nobleman's tourists, and a heart was raised in his throat, but after the little fairy spoke, he let go of his heart.

The little fairy ran towards the man and the woman at the head, threw herself directly into the woman's arms, and shouted, "Mother." Hearing the movement, Fu poked his head out of the woman's arms, raised a little face red from running, and shouted glutinously, "Daddy." ”

Visitors looked left and right at this time, only to find that the little fairy was several times similar to the man, except for the eyes, well, one person was innocent and innocent, one person, hiss, the snow really froze to death.

One after another, the children returned, found their parents, and threw themselves into their mother's arms. There was only one left, watching left and right, and the last bite fell into the arms of his father.

The person who pounced: ...... It doesn't feel bad.

Flapped person: ......

The child's father was a little helpless, looked at the three beans hanging on the child's mother, lowered his head and said: "As a brother, knowing that I am worried about my mother is worthy of praise." ”

The woman with three peas hanging on her body took out a piece of juan cloth and taught several children to wipe each other's sweat before running.

Throwing himself into his father's arms, the eldest son took the lead in taking it, and the children in the wiping room pushed and rubbed it again.

When the man with a slightly dark face heard this, his eyebrows jumped, and he was really black, and he became more and more shameless. Huh, near ink? Approaching Zhu Zhechi should be more reasonable, so as to reflect his pure heart.

Seeing that his face was uncertain, his wife thought that something had happened, let go of the second son in her hand, and hurriedly pulled his sleeve, asking why, the latter shook his head and signaled.

The two sons held hands helplessly and looked at the sky together.

Another gentle man had no choice but to pretend not to see, took the eldest son's hand, and carefully wiped the sweat on his face and neck before running.

His wife carried the mist in her eyes, sometimes lowered her head to look at the swaddling clothes in her arms, and sometimes looked up at the father and son in front of her, a gust of cold wind carried by, and everyone looked at the corners of their mouths under the towel.

Seeing this, the tourist secretly said: It is really a person who plays with children.

Then they put their minds at ease, and then talked about the matter of Fang Cai.