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On the way to Zhongyangzhai and Jiubangzhai, you always have to pass through a place called "Liuying Slope".

The slope looks very beautiful on weekdays, and the mountains and mountains are full of paulownia trees. Every year, the tung flowers are in full bloom, and the mountains are all over the wilderness, which is magnificent.

That year, after singing many mountain songs across the river, a girl named Liu Ying in Wendou Village fell in love with a descendant in Jiubang Village opposite Wubang River. They dated under the paulownia tree, lingering, and the paulownia witnessed their vows.

But Liu Ying wants to "return her mother's head" as her parents ordered, and she must marry her uncle's son. The stick beats the mandarin ducks and scatters, but a pair of sweethearts can't get married in the end.

On a late spring night, Liu Ying looked at the village opposite and held a happy event, and was extremely sad. The next day, it was discovered that the willow warbler had hanged herself from a paulownia tree on that slope. I heard that after she died, her hair hung down and covered her entire face,......。

After the mountain rain, the mountain of tung blossoms fell overnight. The falling flowers were washed into the Wubang River at the foot of the mountain by the torrent and flowed into the Qingshui River, flowing far, far away,......

Be bold to love, to die for love. There are no wonderful love letters left behind, and there are no poignant words, but the people of the entire Wendou Village named her after the mountain she inhabited.

Since then, Wendouzhai has another place name.

There are a few bayberry trees on the "Liuying Slope", which are very delicious, but most of them dare not pick them on weekdays. Later, the ripe bayberry always attracted a lot of ants to make nests on the tree, and no one dared to pick it anymore, and the bayberry rotted on the tree.

People who come and go in the evening or at night always have to hurry together when they cross the "Liuying Slope", and they dare not breathe and speak, nor dare to stop for a while.

That slope is very evil. Everyone on the village said.

There are two young and vigorous descendants in Zhongyangzhai, who do not believe in evil, rely on the masculinity of a body, and after drinking a lot of wine from Wendouzhai in one night, they want to sleep on that slope for one night. As a result, he fell ill when he returned the next day. It is said that he was so sick that he almost died.

Afterwards, when asked what they saw that night, they always shook their heads and refused to say a word.

But the paulownia flowers on that slope always bloom and fall in the clear and yin season. Flowers bloom and fall in spring and summer, there are not only a little joy of spring, but also a little sadness of spring death.

The old people of Wendou Village do not have the elegance of the literati to appreciate the flowers, they only care about the agricultural affairs of the year, and often hang on the lips of "tung oil blossoms and falls in the night rain", "tung oil blooms and is planted early, and the obedient people do not believe in the foolish people", all of which are related to agricultural affairs.

The saying of "paulownia flower urging planting" is deeply rooted in the area of Wendou Village.

When the paulownia blossoms bloom, there will be night rain, and it will come very quickly.

After the night rains, the mountain streams are flooded, the terraces are full, and the farmers begin to plow and plant. The year of farming has started again, and the life and interest continue,......

When the flowers bloom, the tung blossoms are like brocade, ten miles and hundreds of miles, endlessly.

Every time the "willow warbler slope" tung flowers bloom particularly warmly, it always makes people feel a little sad inexplicably.

When the tung flowers are in full bloom, bees and butterflies are busy collecting nectar among the flowers. At this time, there is always a five-colored bird flying, stopping among the flowers, fluttering on the branches, and sucking the flower sap attentively and affectionately. When the flowers are gone, the bird flies away and disappears without a trace, as if it came for the annual paulownia flower.

That kind of bird, there is a nice name, called "Tonghua Phoenix".

Many years later, when I was writing, I gave myself a pen name called "Tonghuafeng".

Perhaps, I am the infatuated five-colored bird. Short life, in a hurry, just to rush to that bright, belonging to the feast of flowers.