Since the tenth time I saw the peach blossoms, the peach blossoms on my face were different red

Confucius came out of the patriarch's bedroom, his heart was full of joy, he was walking to the dormitory, suddenly heard the sound of buzzing, raised his head and looked around, there was nothing, he was wondering where the sound came from, he saw a bee flying over, and flew away in the northwest direction with three laps above his head, Confucius looked at the direction where the bee flew, and suddenly smelled a kind of flower fragrance, and rushed over with the direction of the bee flying away, this is a path leading to the top of the spiritual mountain, along the way the birds and flowers are fragrant, it is exceptionally refreshing, and the wild flowers on the side of the road are also very splendid. Confucianism on the mountain, has been more than 100 days, calculated now is now Mayday, the world is fragrant in April, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom. I should not be able to see the peach blossoms now, if only I could see the peach blossoms, I suddenly saw a peach forest in the distance, Confucian was overjoyed, thinking that the altitude of more than 2,000 meters, the season was much later than the mountain.

Confucius ran all the way, and ran to the peach forest, looking at the petals all over the ground, and the gorgeous and colorful flower shadows, Confucius was deeply intoxicated, and suddenly wanted to make a poem. Record this spiritual awakening wisdom to open the sacred day.

Since the first sight of the peach blossoms, there is no need to worry about the flow of spring.

The jade core stamen moistens the face, and the peach blossom on the human face is different red.

The Confucian muttered verses written by the reciter himself, when suddenly he heard the sound of bells, followed by the giggling laughter of a young girl. Confucius raised his eyes and saw a woman in red slowly walking out of the depths of the peach forest, this woman also saw Confucian, and was looking at Confucius shyly. But when I saw this woman, the red silk skirt was floating with a jade belt, and her graceful figure was undulating. The ring is ringing and the sound is good, and the carmine face is transparent and jade. The eyebrows are like willow leaves, and the deep pith of the eyes. A smile captivates people's souls. The outline is clear like Guanyin, and the demeanor is amorous race goblin. This woman is a little cheerful in her shyness, and she looks even more charming.

Confucian felt nervous for a while, and suddenly thought again, there have always been few people walking on this spiritual mountain, where did this woman come from now? Confucian was already a little shy, and when he saw a strange woman, he was ready to go back. At this moment, an old woman came out from behind the peach tree, holding a crutch, and called out to the woman, "Lingqing, you can slow down, don't fall." The woman replied, "Well, I see." Then he giggled again. The Confucian student was taken aback, and he concentrated on writing poetry, and he didn't know when an old woman came to him. After the old woman finished shouting, the woman called out to Confucius, "Young man, you are from Lingshan Courtyard, right? How long have you been here? Why haven't I seen you?" Confucius hurriedly replied: "I have only been on the mountain for a few months, does the old woman live on this mountain?" The old woman said, "I live near here, and I have nothing to do to come to my house to drink tea." The Confucian student asked, "Old woman, how long do you live this year?" and the old woman replied, "I am 90 years old this year." As he was talking, the woman in red came to her, patted Confucius lightly and said, "Hey, what are you doing here? Are these peach blossoms beautiful?" The Confucian saw that the girl was generous and generous, and she was with the old woman, and suddenly lost her previous nervousness, and the estrangement between her and the woman suddenly disappeared, so she asked the woman: "Your name is Lingqing, who are you, the old woman, where do you live?" The girl giggled and replied: " Well, my surname is Hu, my family lives in the ravine behind the hillside in front, and the old woman's surname is Huang, and she is my neighbor. When the Confucian saw that the girl was holding a short Xiao in her hand, he asked the girl, "Do you know how to blow the flute?" The girl said, "You know a little, you are learning, you can also play the Xiao, right?" This Confucian student was happy in his heart, he had always liked to blow the flute, but this time he went to Lingshan to cultivate the Tao, so he didn't bring his own long Xiao. Confucius said to the girl, "I can also play a little, I used to blow it a lot." The woman handed the short Xiao to the Confucian scholar, and insisted that he play a song. This Confucian student can't refuse, there is no way, so he picked up the short Xiao and blew a song of Liang Zhu, the Confucian was wearing a white Indian meditation dress, blowing the short flute to his heart's content, the girl was wearing a red Hanfu, covered with a layer of red light, singing softly, Granny Huang sat on the side and laughed happily, clapping her hands from time to time to say hello, this is simply a beautiful scenery. The girl sang and danced lightly, giggling from time to time, and the golden bells on her ankles, wrists, and earrings on her earlobes made a wonderful jingle sound, like Sanskrit music. After another song of flat sand and geese blowing, a touch of sunset appeared in the western sky, and after a while the whole sky was red, looking at this sky, Confucianism was afraid that the girl would go back late and the road would not be good, so he told the girl that he was going back, or he would not be able to see the road for a while. The girl asked the name of the Confucian student, and after saying goodbye to him, she helped Granny Huang slowly to the depths of the peach forest. Confucian looked at their departing backs and walked back a little reluctantly.