"I didn't write it, but a famous general who fought against the Jin Dynasty, who spent his life aiming for recovery and promising himself meritorious deeds, but he was ill-fated, ostracized, and ambitious. However, his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered, but he has put all his passion and concern and worry about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation in his lyrics. The artistic style of the word is diverse, mainly bold, and the style is heavy and heroic, but there is no lack of delicate and feminine. The subject matter of the lyrics is broad and the use of allusions is good at using allusions into the words, expressing the patriotic enthusiasm that strives to restore the unity of the country, pouring out the grief and indignation of the unrewarded ambition, and condemning the humiliation of the rulers at that time; There are also many works that chant the rivers and mountains of the motherland.

In response to that sentence, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically.

People are permanent, and then they can change; Trapped in the heart, balanced in the mind, and then done; Signify in color, sound in sound, and then metaphor. If you enter, you will not be able to go home, and if you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die.

Then he was born in sorrow, and died in peace.

Lin Qianxun was lying on his stomach like this, his eyes were a little dumbfounded, and he kept talking, and the few people present couldn't help but feel a little more physical They once again had a new understanding of Lin Qianxun, and they also had a more urgent desire for her hometown.

"Is there a word card?" After listening ruthlessly, Mo asked with a pen.

"Yes, Qingyu case, Yuan Xi." She said.

"Written about today's Lantern Festival?" Mo Ruthless is so smart, he said as he wrote.

"But we are not sincere about the Lantern Festival, and called the Lantern Festival, every year on the fifteenth day of the first month, various places will hold a variety of activities to celebrate the Lantern Festival, there are lion dances, social fire, guessing lantern riddles commonly known as the Lantern Festival, the north and the south are different, the north is called the Lantern Festival, the south is called the rice balls, with glutinous rice milled into powder, scalded noodles with boiling water, and then the filling inside, there is a center, but the most famous of them is black sesame, the black sesame seeds are fried, crushed, put into the lying glutinous rice skin, wrap up, when the glutinous rice noodles roll in the pot and cook, I don't know if the Great Apocalypse has not. Lin Qianxun misses the scene of eating rice balls a little, the family is together, watching the Lantern Festival party, eating the steaming rice balls just out of the pot, occasionally small.

"Let's make something to eat tomorrow, it sounds delicious?" Fu Changqing has been a little greedy recently, as long as he mentions eating, he is the first to meet.

"Okay, if you don't eat rice balls, you always feel that this painting style festival is not good, alas, I don't know anything about charades, otherwise there will be a few riddles, we can gamble on some food." Lin Qianxun sighed secretly.

"You two sit together, and all you know is eating." Leng Chopping Wind stretched out his hand in front of Lin Qianxun's demon god, afraid that he would touch his stomach, and when he heard that the two of them were so positive, he smiled.

"It's good to eat, it's a blessing to be able to eat, by the way, Daqi really doesn't have a social fire, or a more lively festival?" Lin Qianxun returned to his senses, and the god of doing asked every day.

"Yes, the most lively festival of our Daqi is the Mu Gao Festival, on April 8 every year, there will be an unusually large Mu Buddha Festival in Kyoto, on this day in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, men and women who are not sleepy are dressed in colorful clothes and wear flowers, go to Xiangguo Temple, pray and bathe. Leng Chufeng explained on the side that he had the most right to speak, because he was the beneficiary of Xiangguo Temple Buddhism.

"We also have it, but generally in the southwest of the motherland, legend has it that a long time ago Boyu was a deserted ravine, where people lived by gathering and hunting, and made clothes from leaves and animal skins. One day, a girl named Lianzhi came from afar, she was beautiful, kind, and ingenious, and taught the local people to cultivate the land, weave and sew clothes, and also picked lilies to cure people's diseases. One year, on the fifth day of the fifth month of May, Lianzhi went up the mountain to pick flowers, and was swept off the cliff by the nickel wind and fell to his death. People were very sad, so they went up the mountain to pick flowers to commemorate her on this day. Over time, the Flower Picking Festival was formed. The New Year's Day of the Tibetan calendar is the most important festival of the Tibetan people, who should wear costumes to greet each other and go to the monastery to worship and pray for blessings. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the major monasteries hold a ritual ceremony, at night, each family lights the butter lamp, in Qinghai Taer and Lhasa Jokhang Temple and other temples, the lama uses ghee to make butter flowers, the color is bright, the sculpture is exquisite, and it is well-known far and near. On April 15, according to legend, it is the day when Shakyamuni became a Buddha and Princess Wencheng went to Tibet, and religious activities were held in various places to commemorate it. In July, the grain harvest is in sight, and the farmers carry the scriptures around the fields on their backs, calling the Wangguo Festival and wishing a bumper harvest that year.

Lin Qianxun raised his eyebrows.

"We are not like this, it is rumored that hundreds of years ago, this continent was a unified court, the monarch at that time was a smart and good-looking man, but unfortunately she did not like power, immersed in meditation all day long, this day after a long time, actually got the ascension, said that he soared on the day, can be described as a golden light, purple gas, and then her later sorrow, he respected him as the Buddha, and then the day of the ascension, that is, the eighth day of the fourth month as the day of the Buddha Festival. Leng Shufeng shook his head affirmatively, and then opened his mouth to explain.

"I really got the Dao Flying Immortal, I thought I was dead." Lin Qianxun was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that this would be the Buddha Festival, and he also felt like he was cultivating the truth.

"It's just a rumor, and it's impossible to determine whether it's true or not." Leng Chopfeng said with a smile.

"I'll just say, if it's true, all of you can cultivate immortals, and then pursue immortality, I suddenly feel that I have mistakenly entered a mysterious immortal world." Lin Qianxun sent his own chest, if there was really such a thing as a cultivator, then wouldn't she be immortal, and Jing could really drink the thousand-year-old king eight was shattered.

"You're right, the emperors of the past dynasties had an obsession with immortality and alchemy." Fu Changqing is a doctor, so he knows all this.

"This alchemy can't make people immortal, the mercury in it, taken for a long time, business and internal organs, in the end it creates a false appearance of prosperity, and in the end it is poisoned and dies." Lin Qianxun knew that there were many people who sought immortality the most in history, but none of them succeeded in the end, they would only lose their minds and mislead the country.

"You're right, there are poisonous medicinal materials such as cinnabar in this ammunition, and if you are not careful, you will be poisoned and die, but those people are addicted to immortality, who cares about these, there are not a few people who have died because of alchemy over the years." Fu Changqing very much agreed with Fu Qingyan's words, how could there be immortality at this time, it was just the wishful thinking of the world.

"You two are a little outrageous, come back and see how it goes?" Mo Wuru saw that the two of them were talking farther and farther away, he couldn't help but shake his head, he shouted.

"So fast?" When Lin Qianxun heard this, he hurriedly stopped the topic, turned his look, and saw that on the white and pure lantern surface just now, in addition to the words, there were also paintings, although they were simply outlined, but the lively scene of the Lantern Festival jumped on the paper, and he suddenly saw himself, the one with a big belly, holding stinky tofu in his hand, and from time to time he said something to the cold chopping wind on the side, she was dark and happy, and the cold chopping wind spoiled abnormally.

"Well, the moonlight is excellent tonight, and I got such a good word, my hand speed is as fast as yours, can I see what you want?" Mo smiled ruthlessly, he is indeed an innate advantage that is unrivaled, in less than a pillar of incense, the words and paintings are all good

"It is worthy of Ah Feng's sigh of genius, like a swimming dragon, like a frightening dragon," I always saw the dragon and snake walking, the left and right sides were shocked, and the painting was good, but unfortunately my appreciation level was limited, so I could only say it. Lin Qianxun showed a shy smile, she hadn't learned calligraphy for a long time, and besides, it wasn't something that could be had.

"You're being sincere." Leng Chufeng lowered his head and looked at the lantern carefully, the words and paintings are very suitable for the scene, the people in the painting are them, this situation and this scene are even more agreeable.

"Honesty is a good character." Lin Qianxun raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

The other three smiled, and Lin Qianxun finally said that the lantern was hung in his room, lying on the kang, and looking carefully and seriously.

"Do you like it?" Leng Chopping Wind came up from behind, and then asked with his waist.

"Mo ruthless calligraphy is really powerful, although I am not very familiar with it, but also a layman, everyone does not say that the insider looks at the door, the layman looks lively, I only see the good looks, in fact, aside from the calligraphy, this painting is the best, you look at the people in the painting, with a smile on their faces, gentle eyebrows and eyes, this is the life we need, so I like it very much." Lin Qianxun didn't look back, but he felt unwell, and moved his head to the side.

"You're still homesick." After a long time, the cold slash wind cut the railway.

"Come to think of it, since I have a child, I miss my parents a little, this feeling is very strong, no wonder the old man often says, raising children to know the kindness of parents." Lin Qianxun's tone was a little low, but she missed them very much, no matter where she was, there were still people in this world who missed you, and she felt warm in her heart.

"If you have a child, you will think wildly, you relax, after giving birth to a child, I will settle down here, I will accompany you back to Xiaoyao Mountain, and then make amends, we have not gone through the words of the matchmaker, the order of the parents, and the death of all beings, and there are children, I should be punished, and I should honor them for you." Leng Fengyan sincerely left Lin Qianxun closer, and then he slowly whispered in Lin Qianxun's ears.

"Okay, I support you, sleep, from tomorrow, you have to go to the barracks, you have to practice the art of war well, think of countermeasures as soon as possible, and take down Dayu, in this case, you have to take me home and honor my parents for me." Lin Qianxun looked back and patted the back of his hand as a comforter.

"Let's sleep" Leng Chop Feng covered the quilt for Lin Qianxun, and with a flash in his hand, the lights went out, and the room went dark all of a sudden.

The two hugged each other tightly after a stroke in the night, and the night was dark and full of people.

When Lin Qianxun got up the next day, Leng Chofeng had already left, and the family gradually returned to the calm of the past, she got up and got out of bed, and then pushed open the door, looking at the scene in the yard, it was still green, looking at the spotless yard, the little civet cat turned into a big cat, jumping around on the wall, she didn't expect it, it got up early to play.