Chapter 40 and paragraph 5 Xuanzong

Standing in the winter wind, feeling the solemnity of winter, looking at the distance, the branches and leaves have been sparse and scattered, and the birds stand quietly on the branches, counting the years in the winter scenery. There are only some small pieces of sunlight, dappled and projected around, as if the lonely heart has a little gorgeous color, allowing the mind to go away.

Snow walks in the winter time like flowers......

At this time, it is fluttering all over the sky, singing and dancing slowly. This day and place are vast, silent but immense. Soon, the earth was covered in thick silver, fluffy and clean, and spotless.

Snowflakes dance in the wind, and the cold branches are fragrant with plum blossoms. The sky is white, and the pedestrians are in a hurry. The wind swept the eaves and disturbed the dreams, and the snow fell on the windowsill and the idle flowers.

Snow-capped, covered in silver, flying beads splashing jade, heaven and earth are the same color. Overnight, as if it had done beauty, all things on the earth were suddenly clear and jade, simple and beautiful, with a thousand charms, ten thousand styles, and a fresh and elegant rhyme like a rebirth.

The wind and snow danced, as if the heavenly maidens scattered flowers were scattered, rolling up some chills. The snow drifting in the sky confuses the world and romanizes the world. The snowy day is lonely and lonely. In the wind, the bamboo is idle and the phoenix tail is pulled, and the snow is close to the holly and flashes white. When you look up, the snow is full of eyebrows, and when you look down, your head is white. There is a goose feather heavy snow, thousands of large and small flowers, the snow pressure is low, and the wind rolls the forest and howls. The wind urges the snow to dance and the cold river is far away, and the snow waves the Wupeng boat. The cold river water is cold and people are rare, and the silence is only snow. So Liu Zongyuan wrote about the snow sky like this: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people are wiped out." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow".

Night opens its empty mouth and gulps out the cold. The old locust tree outside the window, the branches are hanging low and sighing, and the spray of mist drops into the yearning of spring. Standing outside the threshold of spring, looking forward to a hearty snow, solemnly paying tribute to the passing winter, and destroying this loneliness.

Rough and desolate. The wind has changed the way it came, and the temper has become high-flying and uncertain. The river is thin and thin, exposing the sand and stones buried in the bottom of the heart, turning into a solidified landscape painting, a memory and treasure engraved in the mind.

Under the gray sky, trees dance their branches alone in the cold wind, making a "creaking" sound. When the last dead leaf reluctantly left the branches, the wilderness suddenly became desolate and depressed. My north, suppressed by the cold barrier in the nightmare of the cold wind, awaited the arrival of the snow, fantasized about the crystal clear.

This snow is sparse in winter mornings and dense in dusk. From thin to dense until bigger and bigger, more and more dense. In a moment, the sky was white, and everything was covered with white, even the thin branches and narrow bamboo leaves were covered with snow. It's getting late in the snow, and there is no buying or selling in the market. People were swept into their houses by the wind and snow, and only the tireless wind and snow were still lingering outside. The night entered the house with the wind, and the jackdaw had returned to its nest, and even the usual presumptuous dog barking became silent. On a white snowy night, only the wind gasped there. The wilderness is uninhabited, and the evening snow falls silently. I heard the dog barking in my ears, but it didn't really sound real. Jackdaws are looking for dinner and flying through the chaimen without fear of people. The chai door opens in the wind, and the people return at night in the wind and snow.

On a snowy night, leaning on the door and listening to the snow is the leisure of the snow falling. Listen with bated breath. Listen to the sound of the snow welcoming spring, and listen to the breath of winter seeds in the soil. Flying snow welcomes spring, and the snow is a good year. After waiting for a whole winter, life rose in the snow. The heart is like a seed, waiting in the wind and snow, waiting to sprout in the spring.

This is a pool of silent lake water, the waves are not alarmed, the still water flows deeply.The willows are on the shore, the breeze blows, the shore is lush, the wind in March is extremely gentle, blowing away the folds on her body, let the silent lake water, flow her gentleness.

The distant mountains are vast, the water is clear, the lake is in the center of Taoguang to count the spring and autumn, not the cockroach of the morning and evening, not the millet of the sea, she understands the sacredness given by time and space, not as good as the rushing of the river, not as magnificent as the sea, her silence moistens the side of Zhong Lingyuxiu, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the majestic, religiously nourishing the material, nurturing the atmosphere!

There were a few white clouds floating in that endless sky, and the lake was so blue and crystal clear under the blue sky.

The lake is green, like a big jade, and compared with the mountain, it is really wonderful, like a fairyland on earth. When the sun is shining, the surface of the lake is sparkling and dazzling, and the small islands in the lake are sparkling and exciting.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are reflected in the clear lake water, and the mirror-like lake ripples from time to time, but there is no breeze blowing.

Under the lake, a faint breath is implied in it, and from time to time there is a black shadow, directly breaking through the lake, and then, it is back to a piece of tranquility.

Three months later, in the middle of the lake, the faint breath slowly disappeared, during which a fairy who seemed to have fallen to the mortal world, after waiting by the lake for three days and three nights, finally reluctantly left.

In this way, another two months have passed, and the vague breath has not changed.

Until one day, suddenly, this lake was flooded with huge waves, like a huge whirlpool, and the whole lake was trembling.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion that caused all the surrounding snow-capped mountains to collapse, and the water on the surface of the lake suddenly rushed into the sky, and an afterimage, like a bolt of lightning, disappeared directly from sight.

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Cliff Valley

The vast dense forest and lush trees obscured nearly half of the sky, but occasionally, through the gaps in the leaves, you could see the flying demonic beasts that kept whistling through the sky and the terrifying killing intent.

Above the huge forest sea, dozens of flying demonic beasts were scattered into a circular shape, surrounding a huge forest, and at this time, these flying demonic beasts were slowly shrinking towards the center in response from far and near.

In the vast forest sea, the wind blew, blowing the forest sea to sweep the debut waves, and the whining sound rumbled like waves throughout the entire mountain range.

Looking up at the peak from the corner of the mountain, I feel that everything is fantastic and magical, and I envy how the skilled craftsmen carved the legendary stories. It's just a masterpiece of genius. It makes it impossible for people to recall the vicissitudes of life at that time, so that there is the continuation of today's peaks and peaks. It twists and turns around the roots of the earth, slowly spiraling upward, like a giant dragon for people to step on his skin and climb step by step.

The distant mountains and mountains are confused, looking forward to it, and there are countless moths flying and shaking among the thousands of mountains and ravines.

In the distance, there are overlapping and continuous mountain peaks, which are as green as transparent crystals, but not so quiet. As our chariots ran, the distant mountains seemed to race together, and sometimes a more beautiful peak appeared above the peaks, and it seemed to raise its head suddenly, and peep to see who was running faster.

The countless peaks of the western mountains, like smiling and sleeping, with purple twilight, lie quietly on the west side of the undulating green spring field; if you call it, it seems that these distant mountains can slowly walk up to you.

The peaks and mountains are green on all sides, the hills on both sides are towering, and the mountains are full of green trees. Looking into the distance, between the vast sea of clouds, the Qiantang River goes straight to the Pingfeng Mountain, as if greeting and turning around to the east in a hurry;

Such a majestic place, at this moment, is empty, and everyone is in the main hall of the Cliff Valley.

"Elder Xu, if you don't hand over Xu Qingya to me, today, I will wash your cliff valley in blood!" one of the people in the group said aggressively.