Ten miles of spring breeze, ten miles of peach forest. I leaned under the tree, a pot of turbid wine, a book of poetry, and stayed for half a day. Of course, this kind of beauty can't be enjoyed by me alone, so I also secretly brought Yu'er and Xiaoban out to talk about love, I feel that I have the same warm-hearted heart as the moon elder in the Nine Heavens.

I never thought that Madara could rely on such a clumsy beauty to confuse a horse with pure blood and noble blood, could it be that the aesthetics of a horse are different from those of people?

With a sip of wine, I flipped another page of the scroll in my hand and continued reading.

The book says that the women of the earthly world are full of beauty, thin and pitiful, plump and cheerful, the southern women are gentle, the northern women are bold, the big eyes are charming, and the small eyes are seductive.

I tossed the book aside, and it was boring. In terms of the study of beauty, no one can surpass Mr. Lu today, but it is a pity that I can no longer read Mr. Lu's articles, and his "Thirteen Treatises on Science" is still imprinted in my mind. I simply picked up my pen and made a painting of "Zebra, Zebra" on two horses.

When it was time for dinner, I packed up and went back to my house, and I proudly put my new painting in front of Master for him to enjoy with me.

Master said, "I used to come back with poems to enjoy with me, but today I have changed my style?"

I said: You are too underestimated apprentice, I have a lot of talents, a famous talented boy in Chang'an.

The master said: I have watched you grow up as a teacher, and I don't know how much ink you have in your stomach?

I said, "Then don't you look at it, don't look at it, I'll show it to the top sage."

Master said, "Spread out your paintings."

I did it.

I said: How?

Master asked, "What is this drawing?"

I said, "Master, take a closer look."

Master said, "Well, four-legged thing."

I said, "Yes, yes."

Then a few hours passed, and Master announced that he couldn't guess what I had drawn, only that it was a four-legged thing. Everyone was suddenly very interested in my paintings, and they came to see them and speculate. Originally, "Zebra, Zebra" was hung in the master's study, but later it was moved to the disciples' dining hall for the convenience of everyone to watch. Before eating, everyone watched and discussed in front of the painting, and after a long time, they formed a habit.

Master said, "It seems that you have a better future in painting than in poetry.

I asked: What I draw is not recognizable to everyone, does that mean that I draw well?

Master said, "Of course, if someone else can recognize the painting at a glance, then you can only look at it for a while." A painting like yours can be seen for a lifetime.

I said, "Thank you, Master, for your advice."

Since then, I have developed a keen interest in painting and have devoted myself to abstraction. Everyone mistakenly thought that I was good at painting and had a unique style, and they recommended me to make portraits for the new disciples and keep them on file. Years later, when the disciples went to consult the archives, they could no longer recognize whether the paintings were human or ghostly.

Sometimes I would paint and write poems, and Master would play the piano beside me. His fingers are slender and white, and every string plucked into my heart, and I drew his slender hands, the sound of the piano trickling under his fingers. I was suddenly so heartbroken that I couldn't hold the pen in my hand, and my eyes were filled with tears.

Master asked me why I was crying.

I said, "Master's piano sound is so sad."

Master said: Only with affection can you understand the piano. Shan'er, have you ever liked someone?

I shook my head: What about Master?

Master said: I have lived for the teacher for 300 years, so naturally I have liked it.

I asked: Is that the woman everyone is talking about?

The master didn't answer, he Buddha passed the palace sound, and Shang Yin turned sharply to pluck the feather sound. Everyone said that the woman Master once loved was a beautiful woman, and no one could explain how beautiful she was. Therefore, everyone tried their best to imagine that in my mind, this legendary master must be like a peony, green silk like silk, teeth like white jade, and eyes like autumn water.

I wondered: Master, have you really learned the art of immortality?

Master said, "Those who are immortal are immortals, and Master is a mortal, just a little longer."

I asked, "Has Master ever regretted it?"

Master said, "I have never repented."

I splashed ink and worked hard to the rhythm of Master's music. With the ink on the wolf and the incense burning, I found that I enjoyed staying with Master and was happy in whatever I did. If I could hope that Master would forget the beautiful woman in my heart, I don't know why I was looking forward to it.

I'm always sleepy in the spring, but I've never been so sleepy. After eating peach blossom dishes for several days, I always felt that I was about to become a peach blossom, and even Madara lost her love for peach blossom cakes. Whenever I pick up the "Book of Songs", I will think of Xiaoyue and the second master, I don't know if the two of them are okay, and what they are doing every day. Whether the streets of Chang'an are still prosperous or not, Changgui and Wan'er can add more to the family.

As I pondered, I crawled on the desk in a daze, staring at the ginger plant that Master had given me. The leaves of this ginger are verdant and slender, somewhat resembling bamboo leaves. I can't see into Master's mind, but I can probably understand that what he does seems to be simple and disorganized, but in fact it has a lot of meaning. Master's mind is like this ginger plant, you can only see the dense branches and leaves, but you don't know that there is a ginger lying quietly under the branches.

I took up my pen and wrote down: March 22, the weather is warm. Master gave a ginger plant. Ginger is ugly, flowerless and fruitless, but I like it better than the four-season begonia in front of the window, weird.

After I came back from Chang'an, I had the habit of writing a diary. Inspired by the successive abbots of Shaolin, some memories have been forgotten with the passage of time, but I don't want to forget.

There are some habits that are hard to change once they are formed, such as climbing on roofs. The roof of the valley is no bigger than the roof of Changgui's house, but when you look up, it is the same sky.

The moon is clear, the stars are all over the sea, and the rooftops are all passers-by except for me. The top sage quietly appeared on the edge of the roof. He was dressed in black, and even his boots were pitch black, except for his white face, which flickered and flickered.

I said, "How are you doing?"

Hyun said, "Well, are you okay?"

I said: Nature is good, stay in the valley every day to cultivate yourself, drink and eat enough every day, and die beautifully.

Xian said: Doctor Wang said that you are not in good health, drink less.

I said, "That old man can't cure me, so he will be alarmist and ignore him."

Xian said: The valley lord sent me to Chang'an.

I said: The task was successfully completed?

Xian said, "Whoever I have killed, he deserves to die."

I said: no one is damned, but you are the killer, and this is your mission.

I looked at the bright sky and was silent for a moment. About everyone has their own destiny, there is always a mysterious force that pulls you forward and moves towards your destiny. No matter how much I struggled, I went around and went back to square one.

Hyun handed me a stack of envelopes, tied together with red and white strings. He said that it was written to me by the second master, and it was mixed with a letter from Xiaoyue.

I asked: Didn't Xiaoyue return to Emei?

Xian said: I heard that I would go to Chang'an to stay for a few days every few months.

I babbled: "This stupid girl always does stupid things."

I know there is tenderness in my eyes at the moment.

Xian said: Jiangfu has been largely rebuilt, which is roughly the same as the original construction.

I said: Changgui, this guy is reliable, and he is not a brother in vain.

Xian said: I'm still looking for news from your parents, and I have some clues.

I said, "Tell me they're still alive, right?"

Hyun said: Yes.

I happily hugged the letter and wept bitterly, and I had the opportunity to pay homage to filial piety, which was the happiest thing in my life. I seem to be able to forgive myself a little, forgive myself a little. I went back to the house with joy and opened the letters, and began to read them one by one.

The letter said that the second master had entered the palace as a royal doctor, and he was no longer a nameless barefoot man on the street. The imperial doctor's salary is very high and the treatment is good. If you go back to Chang'an next time, you can take me to the palace for a few laps, and maybe you can also see the beauty of the harem concubines. The second master added that according to his observation, the women in the harem are not all pink-faced and fragrant, most of them are mediocre, and there are some crooked melons and cracked dates.

I closed the letter of the second master, crying and laughing.

He wiped his nose, then took out Satsuki's letter and read it carefully.

The candle shadow shook red, Xiaoyue's words were clear and neat, and one stroke seemed to use all his strength.

She wrote: Jiangshan, are you okay in the Valley of Despair? Can you eat and sleep well? Although Emei is good, it is not as good as Chang'an. Emei has mountains, water, and senior sisters, but there is no you. I often run to Chang'an regardless of fatigue, not because I am attached to the prosperity of Chang'an. As you said, Chang'an is chaotic. But I'm never afraid, because there's the smell of your stay, the roast chicken you love, the koji you love. The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly.

After reading the last word, tears wet the placket. Tears extinguished the candles, the room was dark, and I curled up in my chair and wept.

In the years when I had a breeze on my sleeves, there was still a woman who treated me with deep affection.