The mountains are green and green, the streams are clear like springs, the stones are like forests, and the pavilions are like wings!

The sycamores outside the pavilion offer the thick shade cloth very tastefully, and the lack of sun on the hill scatters the golden glow to be warm and misty.

In the pavilion, the old man sits on the ground, like a sycamore, quiet and peaceful, with white hair and a shawl on the ground, like flowing clouds;

Two white eyebrows, swaying with the wind, like a willow hanging lake; under the eyebrows, the size of a rice bean, it is difficult to see the whites of the eyes, between the eyes,

The light of the eyes is like a deep night, and it has a charm that is difficult to describe.

The fishtail next to the eye is properly arranged with the vicissitudes of life, and the plain robe and grass shoes complement each other well with the earth!

At a glance, it looks like a quiet autumn leaf, as if he is surrounded by three feet, and has the extraordinary power to destroy the hustle and bustle!

Li Yizai was silent, only staring at the chess game. If the big eyes of the water reveal a kind of mountain calmness and wind agility,

It adds a bit of attractive appearance to the ordinary plain makeup. The black hair is like a waterfall and a snow-white dress,

The wild lily placed in the mountains is independent and leisurely, quiet and fragrant.

The wind blows the sycamores, and the afterglow is swaying. When it is comfortable like this, the old man and Li Yizai always like to come to a plate comfortably.

Sit and watch the black and white two sons dancing vertically and horizontally between the squares, and silently taste the treacherous life of Baiwei.

At such a time, it is also suitable for poems, talk songs, and read words, born like this, so happy!

The old man prefers to be sad in autumn and sad in spring, and he is sad when he is sad.

But Li Yizai likes to talk about it boldly, and often spits out some of his youthful ambitions.

Time has created a generation gap, and the generation gap has matched the dialogue to the red ear, and the red face shows the deep affection of the child.

The love of the child is deep and often makes the two pinch each other, scare each other, and hurt each other. This kind of relationship is still a rare product in the world!

A strong-blooded teenager always likes to forge ahead and strike first. Pinching the white son in his hand, his brain contains a lot of thoughts, and a son falls, and he opens it in one mouthful:

The green mountains are ruthless, pretending to be that green.

This stream is intentional, murmuring like back then.

I expected that, the window in the dream should still be there.

But it is unstoppable, the wine wakes up and the dream is broken, and the soul returns to the world!

The song is sad and sad, should be the sycamore, should be the sunset. Coupled with the sincere vicissitudes of Li Yizai's immature throat shaking,

Unhurriedly, it struck the old man's ears. From the ear to the heart, from the heart to the eye, so that the tears can hardly be resisted.

When the old man heard this, his white eyebrows trembled again with the wind, and he wondered in his heart: Little robber, this love is one thing, and when you wake up, you will break it,

It seems that the poem is like a song, and the tragic tune is full of sorrows, sweeping away the high-spirited posture of the previous state. Is the sun setting in the east today?

He couldn't help but look at the sun on the mountain, and then thought again: If you continue to be sad, can you be more sad? If you start a high-profile job, you have lost the opportunity and will not be in the situation.

Okay, wonderful, it's really a little calamity, and if he grows up, it's better to throw the problem back.

So, the old man had an idea and said:

"Drinking a pot and replacing wine with tea, can you relieve the grievances in your chest?

Make a song, the mountains and rivers are high, and the clouds can hide bosom friends, right?

Ask, Cuiyu Carving Building, how much of the past does it live in?

Sigh, lying on the wavelength bridge, and through geometric wind and clouds?"

Four questions came out, "What about it", just like a four-character spell, wearing armor and hanging, and attacking Li Yi in a mighty way.

The tone is everywhere, the sad tone is reversed, and Li Yizai is dizzy and uncertain. mixed with the old man's love and magic sound,

made Li Yizai's eyes watery directly.

Holding back his sorrow and shaking his head, Li Yizai sighed in his heart: Is the spicy ginger getting old, or is the old ginger getting spicy?

I don't eat green onions, ginger, garlic, and jasmine, and I'm already stupid and can't tell the difference. It seems that spicy ginger is not easy to mess with, and old spicy ginger is even more unprovoked.

Otherwise, you won't be able to eat ginger, but you will be spicy and burned. This is the lesson of spicy drenching, the lesson of spicy drenching!

With another turn of thought, Li Yizai thought to himself: It's nothing that a good man can only make ink and dance texts, and the big husband is really heroic on the chessboard, since he ......

As soon as the thought came to him, Li Yizai immediately smiled casually: "Old man, do you see that sunset is beautiful! Or look at the sycamore outside the pavilion,

The hour was still small, and now it is like a cover. The west wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, how beautiful! It's not that I don't have poetry to be right, but the beautiful scenery is current,

Appreciation should come first. Why don't we finish this game quietly?"

Hearing this, the old man stroked his two white eyebrows with a smile, squinted his pupils and said, "Yes, twelve years of leisure, just a dream in the mountains."

I don't know if the hearts of people outside the mountain have changed for a thousand years. I still remember the first time I picked you up in the snow, your little face was still blowing,

Now it's like that sycamore, and it's like a cover, so you should appreciate it!"

Bright mouth, dark heart, metaphor is the most deadly!

Cultural people will also have their own three points of elegance, Li Yizai couldn't help but be stingy, and only stared helplessly at the chess game.

It's okay if you don't condensate, but as soon as you condense, you will unconsciously fall into the old man's thinking trap.

After less than two walks, he was undecided.

Whenever this used to happen, the old man would recite his mantra without hesitation:

Life is always like this, there are few calm moves, and there are many uncertainties. However, it is not the pleasure of the fall that determines fate,

It's the deep thinking when you move the game. Because I thought about it, I don't regret it. Playing chess is to find a way that you don't regret it.

If you want to win, you will win heartily, and if you want to lose, you will lose convincingly!

But today seems to be a bit unusual, it is obvious that Li Yizai was dumbfounded, and it was the old man who was silent.

The old man didn't even move after he had just fallen a son. only looked at him silently, and the two white eyebrows no longer followed the wind,

Only silent at the corners of his mouth.

The two pupils were faintly contemplative, as if they were going to eat Li Yizai into his eyes, which made him feel a little ashamed!

Li Yizai pretended to cover it with his hands, thinking: Okay, you old man, you're too naughty, you're naughty.

You shouldn't treat me as your old wife Meow Xiaojiu, dare to tease Ben Shao so stupidly, see how I break your "demon law".

As soon as he finished his thoughts, he was about to carry out "revenge", when the old man suddenly trembled, as if he had returned to his senses,

It was so shocking that Li Yizai was sweating profusely.

Unexpectedly, the old man's face was not red, and he said with a straight face: "Little robber, don't you like to ask me about cultivating the Fa and practicing Qi?

Now I'll tell you. The avenue is not traveling, and it collapses and becomes Qi. Qi is divided into two poles, Yin Qi and Yang Qi. Yin Qi is the essence of life of the Tao,

Evolved into words, one word is one. Where the word is, the talent exists. Yang Qi is the mysterious ability of the Dao, which is free from the four universes.

All things are born with yin and yang, Qi is in the spirit, and the spirit is dead. The words performed by Yin Qi are also called the true life words.

Everyone needs to awaken their true destiny in order to absorb more yang qi and obtain all kinds of incredible things of the Tao.

Dana is incredible. Okay, now the old man is testing you, try to ask the world's group of words, who can dominate the ups and downs?"