The daughter-in-law knew that Qu Yuan never lied, so she said: "If you lose the bronze mirror, you will lose it, hurry up, go to dinner!" ”

At night, the maiden could not sleep: how could the bronze mirror roll out of the bookbag by itself? And why did it disappear? Suddenly, she remembered that she had seen the unusually bright pine and cypress field in the morning, and felt that the loss of the bronze mirror must have something to do with the pine and cypress field, so she decided to take Qu Yuan there tomorrow to see what was going on.

Early the next morning, the daughter-in-law and Qu Yuan came to Songbai Field. Oh, there was a well where the mirror was dropped, the wall of the well was round, and from a distance, it was exactly the same as his own bronze mirror. When she approached, she saw that the water of the well was clear and flat, and her face appeared on the water clearly, better than a bronze mirror. The two were very happy: great, the bronze mirror has become a well, and in the future, everyone will have a mirror!

Since then, the maid-in-law and Qu Yuan have gone to the well every day to make up, and the villagers often come to the well to fetch water and tidy up their clothes. Because this well is as clear and flat as the bronze mirror, people call it "the face well". (Legend 1)

When I was a child, I often listened to the stories of the ancient sages and ministers told to him by my father, and I felt that it was important for a person to pay attention to keeping his clothes and appearance neat and tidy, but it was more important to keep his soul from being covered with the dust of the world.

One day, it occurred to me that it would be great if there was a well that could reflect both the appearance and the heart! Thinking of this, Qu Yuan hurried home, found a small hoe, and ran towards Sanxingyan.

Early in the morning, I came to the bottom of the mountain, and I dug up with a hoe. First of all, he hoeed from the east mountain, but he knew that under the thin layer of soil was full of stone plates; I dug down from the west mountain, but the soil became drier and drier the more I dug up, and there was not a drop of water. My sister insisted on digging at the foot of the mountain for three hundred and twenty-one days, but she still didn't dig a well.

A few days later, just after dawn, I came to Sanxingyan again and dug up under a pine tree. Digging and digging, blood blistered on his hands, sweat soaked through his clothes, and his stomach "growled". Qu Yuan was about to take a break, when suddenly, he heard a burst of singing on the hillside. Following the singing, Qu Yuan saw an old woodcutter with silver beard and white hair, carrying firewood, slowly walking towards him.

The man put down his burden and asked kindly, "Qu Yuan, why did you break ground here?"

I don't know him, how can he know me? Although Qu Yuan was surprised in his heart, he still replied honestly: "Daddy, I want to dig a well." ”

The old woodcutter said, "There is already a well under the mountain, so why dig it again?"

Qu Yuan replied: "No, the well under the mountain can only drink water and irrigate the fields, and I want to dig a well here that is both for the face and the heart." ”

The old woodcutter laughed and said, "The well water shines on the heart, and the world is a miracle." It will be in vain for you to dig here for another twenty-one days. ”

Qu Yuan pondered the old woodcutter's words, and felt a little strange: How did he know that I had been digging for twenty-one days? Could it be that he is the mountain god land of Sanxingyan? Thinking of this, Qu Yuan pulled the old woodcutter's clothes and begged bitterly: "Daddy, you must know where to dig this well, tell me quickly." ”

Looking at Qu Yuan's eager appearance, the old woodcutter pointed to the sky and said: "Sanxingyan, Sanxingyan, aiming at Sanxingyan; Break the keel dragon to open its eyes, and wash the dust from the face. ”

When Qu Yuan heard this, he was very happy, isn't this my father giving me some guidance? He memorized these words and was about to ask again, but the old woodcutter was gone. Qu Yuan rubbed his eyes, looked around for a while, and understood: the old woodcutter was not a mortal, but an immortal who came to help him dig a well.

At night, I was very happy to see the starry sky in the vast night sky, and quietly walked out of the house with the tribute incense prepared during the day, and climbed up the three-star rock with the starlight.

So thinking of the sentence "aiming at the three stars to lead the spring", he faced the southeast side, aimed at the three stars in the sky, took the center line to determine the well site, and then lit three tribute incense sticks and carefully inserted them on the selected well site. Qu Yuan knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

Early the next morning, Qu Yuan went up the mountain again with a hoe. He found the place where the incense was planted the night before, and dug it up. A day passed, two days passed, Qu Yuan's little hoe was dull, and his bones seemed to be scattered, but he still only dug a small pit one foot deep. Qu Yuan was tired and just wanted to sit down and rest, when suddenly, the woodcutter-like old father appeared in front of him.

Qu Yuan was very happy, and hurriedly shouted: "Daddy, Daddy!" ”

Daddy touched Qu Yuan's head and said with a smile: "Child, the hoe is blunt, right?" I've got you a pickaxe, so you can try it. ”

As he spoke, he took off a small pickaxe from his waist, Qu Yuan took the small pickaxe and looked at it, oops, it turned out to be a shiny gold pickaxe! Qu Yuan was about to say thanks, but his father disappeared again, only to hear a singing voice floating from the three-star rock: "The golden pickaxe is a little stone rock, and I will come again when I touch the keel." ”

Watching the immortal go away, Qu Yuan was excited, and he waved at the empty valley again and again, thanking him more than once.

Getting the golden pickaxe, Qu Yuan's exhaustion was swept away, and he picked up the golden pickaxe and dug it up. This golden pickaxe is really a treasure, seeing the soil flying, seeing the stone walking, it didn't take a few days for the little Qu Yuan to dig out a rock well that was one foot deep. Qu Yuan was wondering: why didn't such a deep well come out of the water? But he was not discouraged at all, and still dug down with one pickaxe after another.

On this day, Qu Yuan waved the golden pickaxe and dug and digg, only to hear a "clang" sound, the golden pickaxe was like digging on an iron plate, and the sparks flew out, but he didn't dig in a minute and a half.

Qu Yuan thought to himself: The golden pickaxe can't be dug up, it must have dug into the keel. Qu Yuan recalled the singing of the immortals, and hoped that the immortal father would appear soon so that he could help himself. At this moment, a cloud of white clouds came from the east and gradually turned into a cloud ring to wrap around the top of the three-star rock. Qu Yuan was staring at Yunhuan carefully, and the old father somehow appeared in front of him again. Before Qu Yuan could ask, Daddy took the golden pickaxe in Qu Yuan's hand and dug to the bottom of the well.

One pick, two picks, three pickaxes, each pick fell like a thunderbolt. Qu Yuan was stunned, only to see the loess splashing everywhere, the stone chips flying, and the bottom of the well was several feet deep. Gradually, a clear spring gushed up, and in the blink of an eye, a well was filled.

Qu Yuan couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the well he had dug with his own hands, and muttered: "Thank you to the immortals for helping ......", while kneeling down and thanking him. When Qu Yuan finished kowtowing three times and raised his eyes, the old man disappeared with the golden pickaxe.

From then on, Qu Yuan's place of freshening every morning was moved from Xiangguxi to this well, and as long as he finished freshening up, Qu Yuan would sit down by the well, recall his behavior the day before, and check whether his mind was stained with dust.