Rain and snow Feifei is the season when the plums in the south of the Yangtze River are fresh and tender, the apricots are orange and yellow, and the peach blossoms are blooming.

Yangzhou in March, the smoke and rain are hazy, the time is to go green, and the tourists are weaving.

The blue waves are slight, the three or two light boats are rippling, the green smoke is slightly floating, and the young people in six or seven Tsing Yi sit upright and participate in Zen.

"Senior Brother Runzhi, can you know both love, non-attack and Shangxian's reason?

The sound is slightly cute, and on the faint grass mat, a teenager breaks the silence.

Runzhi is a disciple of Qingtianguan, and his real name is An Renmin.

"The avenue is not the way, the way is also, the lover, the person is also, the non-attacker, the heart is also, the sage, the bright also, so the one who wins the hearts of the people can get the rivers and lakes."

Affectionate and dignified, with lofty eyebrows, on the straw mat, a man half holds the straw mat, and his face is calm and wise.

Qingtian view, seven famous noble views, the world's famous monks.

Peach Fuzi, the patriarch of Qingtianguan, is very strict and harsh for the teacher, but those who do not listen are all expelled and admired by the world.

"Runzhi children, and help the teacher sacrifice method, this sacrifice can not be said to be heavy, the son has a heavy responsibility and a long way to go", Peach Fuzi continues the majesty of the past, and likes to cheer for the disciples.

Fishing boats singing late is the patent of the Yangtze River in March, and the fishing boats competing for the ferry is a benchmark for the simple folk customs of the south of the Yangtze River.

Runchi followed in the footsteps of the peach rune, from the first floor of the ship through a small staircase that was lit up, and walked to the deck of the boat.

The coast is like a shuttle, green like a tree, flowers bloom, all kinds of people come and go, young talents show their talents, if they get the heart of the opposite sex, with their hands, they enter the cabin, which is called "stepping into the green", which is really "other feelings".

Time has a sense of ritual, which cannot be spoken, and it is indeed impossible to speak, just like some people who always have a neutral personality, impartial, hoping to be just right. But as an ordinary person, isn't it difficult?

Maybe Haozi is that kind of person.

Cynical, eclectic, but always behaving no more and no less, with extraordinary self-discipline and requirements for himself.

If you have nothing to do, you love to play, play hard, and you don't have to pay attention to any righteousness.

In the end, the real people are all people of true temperament, and they are all quiet people who are accustomed to the hustle and bustle.

Sometimes, we just can't control our restless hearts.

In fact, it is not necessarily a bad thing to let your ambitions grow.

Sometimes, in the world, everything is not forged by ambition?

Thinking like this, Haozi, a white coat, a paper fan, and two smiles.

Gently steer a flat boat and let it float freely in the rapids.

Sometimes, there are not many such classical characters.

"Dodo, click, I actually met Haozi here"

This is a middle-aged man, with a typical square face, wearing a gray cloth robe, giving people a sense of grandeur and righteousness.

"Brother Han Yun, don't come unharmed!"

Haozi hugged his fists and greeted Cheng Hanyun.

The same is to catch fast, and cherish each other. It is certainly no accident that the two met here.

"What's wrong, what's on your mind?" Cheng Hanyun saw Haozi's thoughts.

"Where is it, where is it, but it's just homesickness" Haozi waved the paper fan, and a faint nostalgia appeared in front of him.

"I understand, I'm homesick, it's time to come back to this homeland, Brother Haozi has a lot to do!"

"The kid is incompetent, he can't do a good thing, he only deserves to arrest a thief like this, he wants a criminal, and he can't do a big thing!"

Haozi had a serious face, and his eyes were shining.

It was the eyes condensed by the longing for the Sun Moon Lake.

Cheng Hanyun understood.

"It's not a big deal! Our brothers, we can do a great job! ”

"Under the fence, how to do great things!"

Haozi's sender fence, in fact, Cheng Hanyun also understands.

Since that Zheng successfully recovered Taiwan, his children and grandchildren did not want to forge ahead, but wanted to fight against the Qing court, how can such a thief not make people gnash their teeth!

But all heroes will not give birth to the hearts of their children and grandchildren!

Good ability, Zheng Chenggong. How can such undesirable children and grandchildren be born?

Cheng Hanyun thought to herself, and shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"If the brother is willing, you can come to the younger brother's place immediately, although the younger brother is small, you can be well-off all the way with you!"

Cheng Hanyun said to Haozi very calmly.

Haozi smiled slightly, gently tugging at a handful of hair with his head sideways, contemplating carefully.

The rain is like weaving, the silk wisps are like beads, and they are dripping in a copper basin, jingling, jingling, very good.

"Who's a girl, light and flawless, if it is a farewell day, it will definitely live up to the king's heart"

There was a sigh, and it seemed that a woman was singing a very mysterious but beautiful song. Cheng Hanyun listened quietly, frowning.

This song is really familiar.

Dream Flower City, or Qingliuguan, or Qingtianguan?

Yes, it's really a song played by Qingtianguan's friend Runzhi.

A light boat, three or two girls, surrounded by a woman in white.

The woman stood tall, with a light figure, a pink veil, a snow-white dress, a black ponytail like a waterfall, and a quiet gaze full of smiles, with a hint of mystery and melancholy.

"Brother Haozi, have you ever known the person in front of you?"

With a convulsion, Haozi seemed to suddenly wake up from a thousand-year-old dream.

"Oh, I heard that the prefect is playing here with his beloved daughter today, could it be that this is the daughter of the prefect's family?"

"Brother Jiuwen is only eight buckets tall, do you know the source of the song that the woman sang?"

"Could it be the last song of the Book of Songs, son?"

"No, this song was written by a strange person during the Warring States Period, and there is still a story"

"Why don't you tell me about it, brother?"

"A daughter of the Warring States, on the wedding night, a small official, one day due to the flood of the embankment, in order to save the people of a city, led the people to defend all night and all day, although the gap was blocked, the river was dredged, but due to exhaustion, he sacrificed his life under the embankment with his comrades, and the Chu people sealed the god of the Great Chu River. The woman was pregnant with a second class, a local bully forced her father to marry her mentally handicapped son, the woman in order to keep the son of the little official, endured the humiliation, and finally raised her son, whose son was Shang Yingye, this song and even the day of Shang Jun's fame to commemorate the song written by his mother before her death"

"Why is it sacred, how can you know this song so well?"

The woman was dressed in a snow-white dress, fluttering like a fairy, the breeze was everywhere, and a faint fragrance came softly, because she was wearing a pink veil, and only saw her big eyes that seemed to be smiling and not smiling.

Many people are like this, their appearance is always like a fairy, which makes people feel that spring flowers are blooming and they are infinitely useful. Needless to say, with a pure air, it makes people feel joy and infinite joy.

The blue waves ripple in all directions, and the lake is filled with white mist, and a few cute wild ducks are playing to their heart's content, sometimes turning into the water to swim, sometimes combing each other's feathers, singing to the sky, and raising their spirits.

The small lotus pond, the quiet dewdrops, slowly flow through the large lotus leaves, gently falling from the end of the leaves, drawing a streamlined arc, beautiful and elegant.

The tranquil wilderness, it is rare to have such a wonderful scenery, how can you not let visitors indulge in this, and they are reluctant to give up, and they can't bear to go back.