The withered yellow leaves of the Bodhi tree fell suddenly, and they were carried by the wind and roamed freely.

Ruofei loves everything that can dance, including dancing leaves. It chased excitedly, jumping forward following the dead leaves.

Edamame was afraid that it would get lost, so he hurriedly chased after it.

After a slip of chase, it chased into a dead end, and the Bodhi Dead Leaf finally found its final home, lying stretched in a piece of dirt.

This is a more secluded courtyard, planted with rows of Xiangfei bamboo, the sound of bells and wooden fish is much farther away, but it sets off the place more fluttering.

Edamame stood in the middle of the courtyard, staring curiously at a closed door. La's flickering eyes looked happy and proud, and it encouraged Edamame to open the door quickly.

So Edamame Mao took a swift step, stretched out a pair of white fat little hands and pressed them on the wooden door and gently pushed them.

"Crunch" - in an instant, the breeze blows, suddenly bright, birds chirp and play, the sound of water murmurs, what a beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers!

It turned out that behind this gate was a painting pavilion built on the cliff. In the front yard, there are framed ink paintings, and in the back yard is a studio that blends into the world.

The studio blends in with heaven and earth because it is not blocked by any walls or windows.

It seemed to be a pavilion in the sky jutting out of the cliff: looking down at the deep pool of still water, looking up at the endless pure blue beyond the flying eaves, and in the distance there were layers of mountains that were gradually looming, and in the misty mountains the long waterfall shape was far away, and a row of egrets passed by the pavilion, so close that the edamame could hear their wings fluttering.

Edamame Mao and Ruofei were conquered by the beautiful scenery in front of them, and they didn't even dare to sigh.

Or did La Dola come over and asked softly, "Beautiful, right?" ”

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" Edamame Mao woke up like a dream and said excitedly: "I have never seen such a beautiful scenery!" ”

"You are a edamame living in the 21st century, and concrete is the protagonist in your world. The scenery you have seen, the Tang Dynasty people did not have a chance to see, such as the Bird's Nest and the Shanghai Center. ”

La Duola sighed, and said: "In this era, my idol Li Bai has to rely on imagination to write 'dangerous buildings are a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands'." Now you're able to build a tall building that goes into the sky, it's amazing! But I'm still a little worried......"

"La-do-la, what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about your grandson in the future, your grandson's grandson can only see this world you see by imagination! You create the world, but you don't protect it, resulting in air pollution, barren mountains and rivers, and sand and dust! ”

"Oh......" Edamame nodded thoughtfully, he patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, Ladola, we will protect the environment!" Start from this moment, start with me, start with no littering! ”

Ladora was amused by Edamame Fur, and she took Edamame Fur's hand and quietly enjoyed the scenery with him.

After a while, Edamame Mao remembered and asked, "La-do-la, where is this?" ”

"This is Wang Wei's studio!"

"Huh? Studio? Isn't Wang Wei a poetic Buddha? He also paints? ”

Of course, he is not only a poet and Buddha, but also a pioneer of landscape painting, and a famous musician! According to your words, it is a cross-border expert, a slash youth, and a generation of Internet celebrities! ”

La Dora brought the edamame to a big desk.

Edamame Mao looked down and saw that there was a landscape painting on the desk, which seemed to be painting the wonderful scenery in front of him. There are a lot of words written in the blank space of the picture, and to Maodoumao's great surprise, he recognizes these words!

"From afar, the mountains are colorful, and the water is silent. The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”