In the forty-eighth year of Qianlong, in the spring of the year of Guimao.

The spring breeze warms, and the green willows help the Su. Spring is like a picture scroll, with the earth as the paper and the breeze as the pen, painted with vigorous colors.

Located in Hunyuan Prefecture, Beiyue Heng Mountain is embellished by the spring rain, green trees and green vines, swaying and uneven. Strange mountains and different waters, unique in the world.

Looking around at the mountains, it seems to be close to you, and you can reach for it. The huge peaks of the rocks are endless, the streams that pass through the mountains and valleys are lingering and staggered, just like the plain practice and horizontal Chen, and the long tassels are pulled.

Heng Mountain lies between the plateau in the northern part of Shanxi and the plain in central Hebei, and has become a battleground for soldiers because of its steep natural mountain terrain and geographical location.

"Mother! I want to go hiking! In a courtyard with mountains and rivers, Li Yumei, who was only six years old, suddenly wanted to go out to the sycamore and climb the back of Heng Mountain.

"It just so happens that your father is busy these days, go out for a walk and relax your mood." Li Yuting desperately needs a quiet and beautiful natural environment to dispel his inner distress and dispel his resentment against maladministration.

"I'm going to call my father!" Li Yumei jumped to the hall of her home, with an innocent and lovely smile written on her face.

"My mother said that she was going to go on an outing to Hengshan!" Li Yumei's laughter was overflowing, like the sun in the morning light, and her face was full of vitality and vitality.

"Our Hanhui has grown up!" Li Yuting couldn't help but be proud when he saw the children who had grown up from Yaya to now growing up, smart, well-behaved and sensible. As a pillar of existence, the father has always educated his children with the Confucian idea of self-cultivation to govern the country and level the world.

The mellow family style and family motto have a great influence on Li Yumei.

A good family is not rich and rich, not rich and rich, but in ordinary life, mutual understanding and gentleness.

Li Yuting served as a catcher in the yamen, and his wife was knowledgeable, virtuous and kind. Life is not very rich, but it is also happy and harmonious.

On this day, the couple bathed and changed their clothes in Li Yumei, and after a while. Bring dry food and water and get ready to take the kids out.

On the empty night of the spring mountain, a bright moon broke through the clouds, the quiet soft light sprinkled all over the mountain stream, and the mountain birds flew in fright, breaking the silence with crisp cries.

"Mother, I'm going to Guolao Wangyue Pavilion soon." Oguri Yumei was lively and active, walking like flying, and unconsciously climbed up to a patchwork pavilion in the middle of the col. The pavilion is surrounded by flowers and plants, and the spring is bright.

"The stars hang in the sky" I saw an old man with white hair chanting poetry and sitting leisurely in the pavilion, facing the flawless beauty and couldn't help but chant.

The old man is over half a hundred years old, his eyebrows are sparse, and his eyes are bright. Just like the immortal who left the world to be independent, floating and feathering, far away from the world.

I could only hear a whisper from a distance, and the voice was a little immature, from the opposite channel "The moon shines on the sea and returns the pearls"

I saw that the young man was small, and his answers were like streams, and then he looked at it and saw that he was clearly an unkempt child who did not understand the world.

However, the sonorous words and the righteousness made this learned and knowledgeable old man shocked, and he pondered for a long time in disbelief.

Hearing this neat pair, the old man smiled heartily, thinking that this child was not only smart and polite, but also gifted, and his heart was even more compassionate.

"Hanhui, slow down! Your parents can't keep up with you because of their inconveniences. At this time, Li Yumei's mother was tired and panting, and her face was pale. It's like a weak physique, and he can't keep up with the pace.

Her mother wore a set of light lake-colored fragrant cloud gauze clothes, she was about thirty years old, her face was kind, and her attitude of conversation seemed to be love and pity, and it seemed to reprimand.