I can't remember where I heard the ballad:

Thoughts are like a wisp of wind, rising silently, invisible or touchable, but felt.

Missing is a wisp of wind, carrying our blessings, to her in the distance.

Whenever the wind blows, I stop and close my eyes, because I know you're coming......

After the rain, the clear blue sky swayed in the light of the sun, and the turquoise grass was rejuvenated. The breeze swept through the sky and across the earth, shuttling between heaven and earth, just about to cross the river in front of it and reach farther away. Suddenly, a figure leaped out of the water, blocking the insignificant wisps of the wind and ending its journey.

The wind continues to travel, and the same thing is happening to different people in different places.

It was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years of age, who jumped out of the river, jumped ashore, and grasped a huge carp in each hand, and when he threw it, the carp crossed a beautiful parabola in the air and fell into the basket on the shore. The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been practiced countless times.

Sunny and sparkling, this is a very ordinary river, around the 100,000 mountains, meandering, the river water is crystal clear, containing a lot of fatty river fresh. There is a very dilapidated stone tablet on the bank, the words on it have been washed by the years, by the sun, you can vaguely see a Xuan character, think about it, the name of this river is called "Xuan".

The boy stood on the shore,* with his upper body, and because he had been in the water for many years to catch fish, although he was not tall, his figure appeared very well-proportioned.

"Well, that's probably enough. The boy's voice was slightly immature, and he swallowed his saliva and stared at the two carps in the basket, his green face showing a satisfied smile.

He picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, lying directly on the grass on the shore as usual, looking at the blue sky with big black and bright eyes, a twelve-year-old boy, his heart was quiet at this time.

The flowing water is murmuring, the breeze is blowing, the blue sky and white clouds are blowing, the grass is green, and before you know it, the young man gradually fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but at sunset, a sharp hawk chirp woke up the sleeping boy.

"Oh, it's so late! No, I have to go back and cook for my grandfather." The young man ran home with the basket in his arms, but when he was running, he didn't forget to look up at the shadow that was flying in the sky and woke him up, and muttered as he ran: "Next time you stew to make up for grandpa's body." ”

Huashen Village, an ordinary village located next to the 100,000 Great Mountain. There are more than a dozen families in the village, most of them are ordinary people, men hunt and farm, women weave clothes and spin cloth, and live an ordinary life of living at sunrise and living a daily income.

At the head of the village, more than a dozen children surrounded an old man over half a hundred years old, and their eyes flowed with an unconcealable brilliance.

"Grandpa the village chief, are you telling the truth? Are we really the descendants of the god of flowers?" one of the tiger-headed teenagers, relying on his courage, asked loudly, his little face flushed.

The old village chief looked pensive, as if remembering a long memory: "Many years ago, when I was as young as you, I went to the mountains with a few friends to play without telling the villagers. Suddenly, the earth shook, and we faintly heard the sound of a volcanic eruption, and in the distance, we saw a scene that we will never forget in our lives! Countless strange beasts and rare birds rushed out of the mountains, including wild bulls with fiery red bodies and flames, divine birds that covered the sky and the sun, and countless strange and fierce beasts, which were about to rush out of the mountains and rush into our village, and when we saw that our village was about to be destroyed, we were all so frightened that our faces turned blue and our souls were not possessed. ”

"What happened later?" the children were listening attentively, and some of them turned pale with fright, but the village chief suddenly stopped and asked.

The old village chief looked at the mountain standing in the distance, his eyes were deep, and he said: "At that time, there was an amazing wave in the depths of the mountain, and an incomparable golden light erupted in the sky. After an unknown amount of time, the phantom of the flower god disappeared, and the beast returned to the mountain, and since then, the beast tide has not appeared again. ”

The oldest of these children was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest was only two or three years old.

The old village chief smiled slightly, looked at the direction of the 100,000 mountains, and said slowly: "The god of flowers is the god of our flower village, as long as we believe in it, the god of flowers exists and exists in our hearts." We have to protect our god of flowers, for generations, because it is the god of flowers who gives us life. Although our strength is weak, I believe that the god of flowers will need our help one day. ”

The old man's voice did not have an impassioned tone, but there was an unquestionable firmness.

Invisibly, there seemed to be something unknown in the eyes of the surrounding children, flashing with an inexplicable light.

The old village chief looked at the innocent and lovely children, with a kind smile on his face, and his eyes swept over and fell on a young man holding a basket.

"Does the god of flowers really exist?" the boy muttered to himself, holding the basket, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"You stinky boys give me a meal and don't go home so late, isn't it enough to train you today? In the distance, a muscular man roared, with a group of middle-aged men and women, thinking about it, they are all parents of these children.

The children wailed, their faces showing bitterness, and hurriedly said, "We won't dare in the future." ”

Looking at this group of bitter children, a rare smile appeared on the muscular man's face. It's just that the smile on his hideous face scared the children into silence, and when he saw this, he could only smile helplessly.

The father and mother carried the children, some touched the children's heads, gently brushed the dust off their bodies, and some pulled the children's ears and scolded the rabbit cubs in their mouths, but their eyes were full of kindness.

"Are you tired from training today?" asked one mother.

"I'm not tired, but my arms and thighs are a little sore. A naïve boy replied, causing everyone to laugh.

"Bunny, you have your favorite beef to eat tonight, make up for it. ”

"Wow, that's great!"

......

As the sun set, people gradually moved away, and only a few sparse people remained at the entrance of the village.