Plants and trees sprout green,

The rivers breed white plum flowers.

The wind blows through the small gaps,

The rain falls on the hut and plays the lute.

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Shangyuan returned to the four o'clock sky, and Huaxia Shenzhou also returned to its former tranquility and peace, although there was no shortage of fireworks in the world, but it still seemed that something was missing.

Kyushu knows that what is missing is the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival. People are still jubilant, but the festival is over and everything is back to normal.

It has been three or four days since Shangyuan returned to the fourth day, but the day of the handover of the rain and the sting has not yet arrived, and in the last few days, the rain has taken Kyushu around.

"Kyushu, where do you want to go? Brother Rain will take you there! "I rarely play around during the rainy days, and now with Meng Jiuzhou, it's not good to always stay in one place to get bored with children.

"Then Brother Yushui took Kyushu to the south to see the flowers, okay? The flowers are blooming all over the mountains, but they are beautiful! "Kyushu likes flowers, and I always feel that flowers are so vibrant.

When I came to the hills and low mountains in the south, the trees all over the mountains were lush and green, and from a distance, there were clusters of snowflakes and branches hanging all over the branches.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a thick snow cover, but there are silver and white petals and golden stamens, and the trees are full of plum flowers.

"Wow, it's a mountain full of plum flowers! It's so beautiful! ”

"Hey, Brother Yushui, do you see if there is a house there?" Kyushu was pointing to a place where smoke was rising.

The rain looked down where Kyushu was pointing, where smoke curled and a thatched hut loomed under the clouds, "Hmm. ”

"Brother Yushui, shall we go and visit?" Kyushu looked at the rain expectantly, "It looks like this plum tree was planted by that family!" ”

"Okay."

The rain turned into a figure, and Yun Xianli sent himself and Kyushu to the ground, "Let's go, let's go over." ”

The mist in the mountains and forests was a little wet and cold, and the surrounding water vapor condensed into small droplets and fell into the grass.

You can see the grass coming out, swaying under the breeze, like a young child shaking his head and reading in ancient times, dull, very cute.

Meng Jiuzhou and Yushui walked for a while, and they arrived in front of the man's house.

There was an old man who was sprinkling corn beans at the door to feed the chickens, "Coo, it's time to eat, go back to the nest to lay eggs after eating!" "The old man treats his hens like his own children, coaxing and teasing.

The old man raised his head and saw Meng Jiuzhou, who was looking at the hen with shiny feathers and was stunned, and smiled a little embarrassedly, before he spoke, "Grandpa, my brother and I passed by here, did you plant the plum tree in this mountain?" It's so beautiful! ”

"I didn't grow it! It was planted by my grandfather's generation, and there were only a dozen of them back then, but now they are all over the mountains! The old man seemed to remember some happy thing, and his face was full of smiles, and he was very proud.

"Little friend, you look at the sky and it's going to rain, you should go home with your brother early!" The old man looked at Kyushu with a very kind gaze, "Hey, if you don't dislike it, go and sit in the old man's room for a while, and wait for the rain to pass before leaving!" ”

"Okay, thank you, old man!" Kyushu itself wanted to come and see the mountain people, so he was naturally happy to rest at the old man's house.

The old man walked in front, chattering as he walked, not to Kyushu or simply talking to himself: "The rain in this spring, just for a while, just for a while, and then it will stop, maybe the sun will come out again!" ”

The old man poured chrysanthemum tea for Kyushu and the rain, "There is no good tea, this is the imperial chrysanthemum picked last autumn, the liver is hot in the spring, although you are still children, you can also drink some to maintain your health, don't think about the old man, I know how to maintain when I am so old!" ”

"Thank you, old man!"

"Thank you."

"Thanks for what?" The old man smiled and poured some tea for one person and one immortal.

The raindrops hit the roof, just like the sound of the pipa described in a poem, "Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate." ”

The precipitation was not heavy, and the raindrops merged into a silver line along the thatched tips of the roof and hung down to the ground.

When the rain is lighter, the raindrops will fall to the ground like pearls with broken threads, and a ripple will splash in the potholes......

In the middle of the night, the rain finally stopped, and as a farewell to the old man, Kyushu and the rain were going back to four o'clock.