The cobblestone path winded forward, and Chang Qingzi and Zheng Xuan walked side by side to the disciples' residences.

When I looked up, I saw a bright moon.

Under the moonlight, it is clear and cold, and the light is like light smoke into the forest and thousands of stars;

In the night wind, the grass is miserable, and the clouds are like silver waves around the mountains like sea tides.

Around, cypresses, green pines and bamboos, green bricks and green tiles loom among the trees, the truth of the day, but the night seems to be ethereal.

At this time, Zheng Xuan walked silently, the initial joy gradually disappeared, but the loss hit one after another, the melancholy was infinite, he was homesick, and the two lines of tears flowed silently.

Chang Qingzi squinted his eyes, and when he saw Zheng Xuan like this, he couldn't bear it for a while, and persuaded him: "My name is Sima Wu, and I was like this when I first came, so it's okay to take it slowly." The master and brother in the Sanyang Temple are very good to us, don't be afraid. There are a total of five courtyards in the temple, one each in the east, west, south, north and middle, we are the north courtyard" Zheng Xuan nodded when he heard this, and the two walked quietly to a large courtyard.

There is a pine and cypress tree planted in the middle of the courtyard, which is very vigorous. On both sides of the courtyard is the room, facing the gate of a wooden house with overhanging eaves, and the door is lined with three large characters "Sanshetang".

Changqingzi led Zheng Xuan into the Sanshe Hall, and there were already five people standing in the Sanshe Hall laughing, and these five people turned around when they saw them coming in.

Chang Qingzi introduced in turn, Zheng Xuan saluted one by one, and silently remembered in his heart, "|Senior brother Miaozi Fang He, second senior brother Jinzi, third senior sister Changqinzi, fourth senior brother Taizi." ”

When Chang Qingzi introduced the fifth person, Zheng Xuan saw that it was the young man who was competing with a girl in Zhulin, and the young man was also stunned, and then his eyes contained a smile, a look of mockery, Zheng Xuan was stunned, Chang Qingzi arrived at Zheng Xuan, and said softly: "Fourth senior brother Quan Zi Duanmuyang, salute." Zheng Xuan hurriedly saluted, bowing his head but embarrassed to look at the fifth senior brother again.

Changquanzi Duanmuyang laughed and said, "This is the stupid boy I just told you." The others laughed, and Zheng Xuan was even more embarrassed.

The senior brother smiled and said, "Okay, senior brother Chang Xuanzi has also seen it, let's go back to the house to rest, Chang Xuanzi, you stay." The others went back to their respective houses, leaving only Senior Brother and Zheng Xuan.

Senior brother Miaozi said, "Chang Xuanzi, I'll tell you some door rules first. Then he elaborated on the door rules one by one, and asked Zheng Xuan to repeat them a few times, and after seeing that Zheng Xuan remembered them, he instructed a few words about cleaning the courtyard, and then went back to the house to rest.

Zheng Xuan arrived at his hut, which only had a bamboo bed, a bamboo chair, a wooden table and a small oil lamp, which was simple and even shabby.

Zheng Xuan was not wealthy, so he didn't think so, blew out the oil lamp, and slept peacefully.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to his hometown, where the moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the country road by the lake, the breeze was blowing, the grass was swaying, the fog was thin, the smoke was curling, and at the door of the house, his parents and sisters were standing looking forward to his homecoming.

Zheng Xuan ran there desperately, but the more he ran, the thicker the fog became, and he gradually couldn't see the direction of home, only the white blank of his eyes.

Zheng Xuanmeng's center was in chaos, and he felt at a loss that he had no home.

For a wanderer, no matter how prosperous or rich, no matter how tired he is, home is far more than all warmth, and his parents are far more inclusive and understanding than everything.

That's what home is all about.

I can't go back to my home, and I can't finish the nostalgia, but my home is still there, and the wanderer's heart is satisfied.

Hometown is far away, when to go.

Xiao Ji light boat, dreaming of the rain lake.

The moon hung diagonally in the corner of the window, and the wind outside the window rustled the leaves, and the day passed like this.