In fact, reading the mountain under the shadow of the lamp, you can also feel a unique happiness.

At this moment, Cheng Ziyang is lying on a candle and reading a picture book. The inscription of Yun Ke's "Ouxiang Pavilion Collection" in the Qing Dynasty said: "Spring mountains are like laughter, summer mountains are like anger, autumn mountains are like makeup, and winter mountains are like sleep." Yun Ke is a painter who compares mountains to beauties in different forms, using the color of "me" to express different natural realism.

Reading the painting in the shadow of the lamp, the real mountain came straight in front of him, and he contemplated for a moment, and the mountains were faint, extending from the house, and rushing out of the window of the night. Cheng Ziyang couldn't help but recite the title of an article: "Ah, you blue mountains! ”

Mountain, is it read? Otherwise, mountains are for climbing,

Only those who climb the heights can get close to the mountain, and Mr. Dongpo of the Song Dynasty has a poem as evidence: "When the mountain is exhausted, the mountain is better, and there is no need to take advantage of the limitations." Reading the mountains across the river, such as seeing flowers in the fog, can only "wave the five strings in your hand, and see Feihong", but it is far away from the mountain.

Cheng Ziyang has seen and read about the lake. It takes a long, long time to read the lake, and only then can you know the preciousness and wonder of the lake. The lake is the soul of nature, unfathomable. Mountains, however, are the bones of nature. When you look back, you can see a picture of a magnificent mountain.

The last thing you see is this ancient mountain. The mountains are desolate.

"It seems that my daughter-in-law was abducted here by your daughter-in-law. And also, my boy," the King of Yin suddenly appeared beside him, blowing the gloomy wind.

"You say, what are they doing here?" Cheng Ziyang couldn't help asking.

"I don't know!" The Yin King also replied crisply. "Your daughter-in-law's whimsical ideas have always been endless. I just hope that this time, it's not another reincarnation. At this point, it's impossible for me to sleep anymore. But if my daughter-in-law is gone, I'll go crazy. ”

"Don't worry," Cheng Ziyang hooked his nose, comforting the Yin King. "She has regained her righteous godhead. As one of the Seven Great Divine Generals, she abides by some rules. ”

"Oh," but alas, the Yin King is still worried. He looked Cheng Ziyang up and down. "Recently, you won't do anything to be sorry for your daughter-in-law again, will you?"

"You-" Cheng Zi retorted. "At this time, can I still have this idle time? It's hard for even you to have time to sleep, let alone me? ”

"Oh!" At this time, the Yin King had nothing to say.

To be honest, when he looked at the mountain so clearly for the first time, Cheng Ziyang felt shocked. The swan song, which lasted for thousands of years, unconsciously came to his heart. It is undulating, as if there is no beginning and no end, Daqing Mountain, Wula Mountain, Wolf Mountain, Helan Mountain are its arteries. It has little vegetation of trees, peels off the bare rock body, and stands upright, such as seeing Chiyou and Fuxi standing in ancient times; and if it is made of big characters, a bone is opened, the pillar of the earth is majestic, and a shout is raised; This side is the long river with nine bends and eighteen bends, and there is the endless green grassland. In the depths of this mountain, there are handprint paintings from the Paleolithic Age, rock paintings from the Neolithic Age, beacon towers everywhere, the ancient Great Wall, and Shimen Caves......

Looking at this mountain is like reading a long scroll of history. I remember one time, he was on the top of Helan Mountain, overlooking the Yellow River like a fluttering white Lian, or offered a white Hada to the Khan. Helan is the meaning of horse in ancient Mongolian language. Therefore, each peak of Nahelan Mountain is as high as a horse's head, and thousands of heads are surging and surging, as if they are sprinting forward and suddenly condensed, and the ghost axe cuts out the sculpture of the horses leaping...... Not so with this mountain!

The mountains in the north are less foggy, and there are fewer rivers and waterfalls, which are dry and scorching. The green mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are like a woman who comes out of the bath, and she wants to say that she is still resting, according to the appointment in the mirror, the green sleeves and red placket, and the brilliance is overflowing. The mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are not vertical but horizontal, and they are not used with vermilion but with light green.

So, he felt that if he read this mountain, he was looking at a happy life. The natural wind erodes the appearance, the texture of the rock is the fold of the years, the deeper and heavier, and it can not be stretched.

Look carefully, the distant mountains, near the rocks, in the purple smoke, in the sunset, the mountains outside the sun, the mountains filled with wind and snow, the mountains are different, when the thunder and lightning flash, the mountains are angry and the cliffs are rising, boiling and gaffe. The color of the mountains, the sound of the mountains, the echoes of the valley...... Isn't this how a happy life and a life of ups and downs have passed?

"Woo!" At this moment, Emperor Fu Yiyun, who had already felt their arrival, rushed forward, hugged the Yin King tightly, and sobbed loudly. "You've got it anyway!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" The Yin King was so distressed that he hugged her and kept soothing her. "What makes you so sad?"

Cheng Ziyang walked up to his wife and asked his wife with his eyes, what made Huangfu Yiyun cry so much?

Ning Xiao blinked, then spread out his hands and hugged her husband, and whispered in his ear: "It's good that you're here too!" I thought you wouldn't come! ”

These words suddenly made Cheng Ziyang's body half crisp. He also stretched out his hands and put his arms around his wife.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son". This is a soldier who was forced to participate in the war to defend the frontier, and sang the love oath with tears, but it has been popular in China for thousands of years, and it has swept many infatuated men and women.

In the summer of the fourth year of Lu Yingong, Wei joined forces with Chen, Song, and Cai to attack Zheng. When the war started, he was just an ordinary soldier in the main Warring States team, following their general Sun Zizhong, and embarked on a vast journey, and since then he and his wife have been separated from each other, and life and death are unpredictable......

This is a deep and hopeless love story, whose sorrow permeates the entire Book of Poetry, and also saddens the eyes of unknown living beings, and is sung through the ages.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Readers can't help but raise their hands and look at them carefully, what kind of love twists and turns are outlined in the intricate lines? How can these hands carry a relationship until the end of life?

In fact, the praise of hands has been heard endlessly since ancient times, and every beauty must have a pair of delicate and silky hands. "Shuoren" in the Book of Poetry spares no effort to render the beauty of Zhuang Jiang's hands: "The hands are like soft wattles, and the skin is like clotted fat; The collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrow. Clever smile, beautiful eyes. In just twenty-eight words, it outlines a natural, fresh, and breathtaking beauty.

In fact, in some classic love stories, the first to appear is often the hand. It is as soft and flexible as fine grass, and it is the first step of people's aesthetics. "Peacock Flying Southeast" once described: "The finger is like cutting the root of the onion, the mouth is like containing pearls, the slender step is like a delicate step, and the subtlety is unparalleled." "You can imagine that the fingers are as white and tender as freshly peeled onions, and they are full of style.

The importance of the hand lies in the feeling that it gives the heart a beat. The first step in first love is to hold hands, when holding the slender jade hand of the girl you like in the palm of your hand, it is not an exaggeration to describe words such as hitting a deer and blood flowing. In fact, the deepest love is not a passionate kiss, but an outstretched hand, ten fingers interlocked. Hand to hand is the purest and longest way of love, simple, warm, affectionate, making people feel flesh and blood.

"I will hold your hand like this all my life, and I just want to grow old with you, and the water will flow forever." The female singer sang affectionately in "Holding Hands": "So holding hands, we will walk together in the next life; So with the road of companionship, there is no time to turn back. ”

I don't know when it began, people called breaking a relationship also known as breaking up. Love is holding hands, and if you don't love or can't love, you break up. There are so many hands in the world, they can reach each other just enough and hold each other, what kind of entanglement should they have? Now when the "knife" cuts the hand, it will definitely hurt. Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty once wrote in "Yulin Bell": "Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked. Everything in the world is "affectionate and sad parting since ancient times", and what is left in vain is only the sadness of "the willow shore and the wind and the waning moon" and the pain of not being able to join hands from now on.

Lu You in the Song Dynasty wanted to "hold the hand of the son" the most, and it was his cousin Tang Wan. It's a pity that his mother didn't like Tang Wan's liveliness and cheerfulness, and forced Lu You to divorce his wife under the pretext that Tang Wan couldn't have children. Lu You had no choice but to separate from his beloved wife, and there was unspeakable resentment and pain in his heart. When he was thirty years old, Lu You went to Shen Yuan to relax, and met Tang Wan by chance. The hands that used to be interlocking fingers are still warm and clean, soft and delicate, but the temperature of the palm can no longer be hot.

In "Love in a Fallen City", the female writer Zhang Ailing used the story of the protagonist Fan Liuyuan and Bai Tassel to say "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son" - this is the love engraved in her heart. can't love or hate, love is more unforgettable in the flow of time, but Zhang Ailing can only engrave her sincerity and true feelings deeply in her heart.

If there is love in the sky, the sky will also be old, and the first thing to grow old is not the face, but a pair of hands. After years of hard work, these hands are covered with calluses and black spots. At this time, you are still willing to hold her hand, stand side by side, and watch the sun rise and set together, and the sky and the earth will change without change, which is the most stable and lasting love in the world.

Between the Yin King and the Emperor Fu Yiyun, it should be such a love. You see, at this moment, the emperor's Fu Yi Yun tears like rain, and the Yin King comforted him warmly. But no matter how the Yin King asked, she gritted her teeth and didn't tell him why she couldn't stop crying. Because in her heart, she had already secretly made a decision: whether she was alive or dead, she had to be with the man in front of her, so she was afraid that her body would be destroyed!

Just when King Yin decided to leave the mountain with his wife and children, Emperor Fu Yi Yun secretly whispered to Ning Xiao: "Don't count on me. If the man in my family lives, I will live. When my man dies, I will never live alone!"

"Hmm-" Ling Ning Xiao's eyes widened. But soon, she was eclipsed again. Because how could she not be?

"What's wrong?" Witnessing the departure of the Yin King's family, and when he turned around and found that his wife's expression was wrong, Cheng Ziyang couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Is there anything that worries you? Seeing that the queen is crying so sadly, I'm worried about you......"

"Nothing! Wouldn't I cry like she did? Ning Xiao leaned her head against her husband's chest, hiding the gloom in her eyes. I just think that you and I don't stay together as long as they do, it's a pity!"

"Fool!" Cheng Ziyang smiled. He comforted his wife: "I am the king, you are a god general, of course it is impossible to be with you for a long time at this time." But when my son grows up and can take over my place, I will go to the divine realm with you. That way, we'll outlast them! If you don't believe me, wait and see......"

"No!" Hearing this, Ning Xiao's tears couldn't help but welled up in his eyes. "As soon as that war is over, I will go back to the human world to accompany you, no matter what kind of god he is!"

"Good!" Cheng Ziyang listened, his smile widened, and he hugged his wife tighter.