Twelve Wu Mountains see nine peaks, and the bow of the ship is full of green and autumn sky.

The morning clouds and twilight rain are silent, and the ape cries in the moon all night.

--- "Song of the Three Gorges"

From the Yangtze River upstream, there are the Three Gorges, about 700 miles, after the Three Gorges is the realm of Sichuan, and the land of Jiazhou in the west of Sichuan has Emei Mountain, there is a city more than 40 miles under the mountain, Zhaomei Mountain.

The Su family lives here.

On December 19, 1036, the Su family ushered in a son again, and the eldest son died at an early age, and the second eldest son was named "Shi".

After the birth of the eldest son, Su's father, who was talented but idle, became serious and studied hard.

The world also encourages young people to succeed if they work hard.

After more than 900 years, there is also a city called Meishan. It's a pity that this Meishan is not Bimeishan, and Meishan here is just a small hill that is not well known. Because the clouds and mist hang in the mountains, it seems to be the old way with white eyebrows, and the smile is open, so it is named "Meishan".

On December 19, a sudden vision appeared in the small hills -- all the flowers and plants in the mountains were withered, and there were no birds and animals, which caused the people of the village under the mountain to talk and tremble with fear.

In the evening of the same day, the fourth child of a family at the foot of the mountain was born, but the head of the household sighed: it was another girl.

Poor families can no longer afford a fourth girl, and even in modern society, the patriarchal mentality has not changed, especially in small mountain villages far from the cities.

The head of the household only wanted a boy to pass on the lineage, but unfortunately God made people, and his wife gave birth to girls in a row. The owner of the household couldn't stand the woman's crying, so he wrapped the quilt and threw the crumpled little girl halfway up the mountain more than forty miles away.

Meishan in December, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not cold. After all, the mild land of the south is not as good as the condensation of the snow and ice in the north. But the newborn little girl, who had not eaten a drop of water, stayed for half the night, her cheeks were still red from the cold, and her crying became smaller and smaller......

The next day, when the sun was rising and the morning sun was slightly dew, a heavy fog began to rise in the mountains. The old abbot who went down the mountain to buy things went halfway up the mountain, and faintly heard the cry of a baby, like a cat's bark, and the fog was too heavy, and after looking for a long time, he found that the child who was wrapped in the quilt was red from the cold.

The abbot sighed, "Amitabha", hurriedly picked up the child, adjusted the quilt, fed the child carefully with warm water in the pot, and wrapped the child tightly to help him warm up. As soon as the grass and trees in the mountains withered, the child appeared here. Even...... The abbot shook his head, thinking of the current situation in the temple, and sighed again: "It's better to follow fate." ”

After a long time, the abbot saw that the body temperature of the child in his arms had begun to return to normal, so he hurried down the mountain and said to the child with a smile: "The old man still has to find a family for the little benefactor." ”