In the process of cultivating immortals, there are always people who go farther and farther on the road of continuous exploration, forgetting the time when partners play together in the ancient village, and devoting themselves to the world of cultivating immortals. There is a cute little girl who picked up the flower bones that may bloom above the cold tulips like a condensed water element, surrounded by wisps of condensed and undispersed water vapor, so that the withered petals are always a few water drops on the stone that has been warmly passed through the thousands of tempers!! But what is there for the immortals, they are all looking for the slightest possibility, so that they can continue the cultivation of the colorful immortals in the boundless world of immortals!

The young man is a handful of breeze, and ten miles of Zhilan is drunk!

The wind and rain in the mountains are dyed with begonias, and the thorns can be broken and painted with red makeup!

The old Taoist has been practicing for a long time, traveled all over the world, walked through the vicissitudes of the world, was indifferent, and accepted Zhao Xiaomeng as an apprentice in a dilapidated and desolate small city, and he walked leisurely along the way, and encountered a lot of strange things, many of whom met people, just like this, with different purposes, went to the other side of their respective ideals. It's so unpleasant to travel in the mountains and rivers! One day, they came to the rippling lake, there is a lake pavilion with infinite scenery by the lake, the middle of the lake pavilion is written "listen to the rain and watch the tide pavilion", and on both sides is written a neat couplet: "The world is like chess, a game to fight for a thousand years; Tenderness is like water, when will it flow out of the six dynasties. It's really a good mountain, a good water and a good autumn light, but I don't know how many people know how to appreciate it, and they may still be working in the golden rice fields, which doesn't come from the cheerful singing, "Smile slightly, she knew the dream when she was a child, don't cry let the fireflies carry the blessing of the forest, and the natural song will always rely on!" Changed people, back to the original beauty"!

Zhao Xiaomeng and the old Taoist of Xianfeng Daogu slowly came to the center of the pavilion, and for some reason, they met a female nun in plain clothes in the red lacquered columns, who looked ordinary and not ugly, and the flowers that were still in bloom opened and withered. The willow branches by the lake are green and yellow, red and peach blossoms, green and plantain leaves, yellow and tender green, and even a tall grass with a small grass attached to a few pink and white butterflies also swaying her clothes in season! mixed in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes have always had his legend!! The young female nun may have come from a medium-sized famous family, and the silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies, is simply a kind of chic season in the flower field. When he was a teenager, he traveled to various countries with Buddhist monks, and read various Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit classics, and the most popular one in the world should be the "Buddhist Heart Classic". It is said that the Buddha of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain Pudu sentient beings, "a thought into a Buddha, a thought into a demon", the mud Bodhisattva is the one who can pass the rivers and lakes, and she has accepted a female apprentice, the road name "Nipu Bodhisattva" may be such as the Buddha even stepped on an ant to be soft-hearted, it is the little person's lifelong pursuit of dreams, not sitting on a mountain and watching the sky!

Such a portrait of a female nun sitting in a well and watching the sky practice by the lake, lifelike, shining grace, as the saying goes: If you don't have a lake, you can ask Qiu Ying! Sure enough, it was bright and moving, Zhao Xiaomeng held back this exclamation stiffly, and lamented for a long time: "Forty-two, the old Wenmo of the half-old is still there, but it is a little too ugly...... In the world where the scenery still exists, there are too many artificialities hidden on the other side of the lake! Such an approachable female monk doesn't care about these two passers-by, that is, the old fairy who has been practicing in retreat for countless years and the high-spirited Zhao Xiaomeng, so how can she get this kind of cold reception in the Zhengyang of such a beautiful day, and the pavilions and pavilions next to the lake that are not in front of the village and behind the store, and how comfortable it is to be so comfortable and leisurely, sure enough, it is worthy of "the paper airplane in memory finally flew back into the hands of children"! Although it is very slow, Zhao Xiaomeng did not destroy this tranquility too much, dressing water mirrors, people standing in the rivers and lakes, Lao Yan flying separately, mellow for a long time, thousands of wind and rain, boundless and sassy, not full of red dust. Cat rolling......

Zhao Xiaomeng sighed while pacing leisurely in the pavilion group, and the blue birds that had been following him to play in the inn appeared in the pavilion with flowers, and a few handfuls of colorful feathers, lively and cute! In the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince, this big girl is just short of a good sword, and with the grace and demeanor of the blue bird, the woman outside can't be compared at all. She happily stopped Zhao Xiaomeng, and said respectfully and softly: "The ascetic monk wearing tattered straw sandals and weaving is standing there, like a crisp sound of Hong Zhong standing there steadily, standing opposite to each other, just like the green mountains on both sides, rippling endless ripples in the green and emerald river, and the quiet sparrows are flashing on the slightly trembling branches, and in the howl of the ape, flying from under the stationary situation to other bright green branches"!

The sound of this wailing sound particularly resentful and hateful at noon, at this time there is a wooden wood door woven by the lake, if there can be a faint devil during the day, at this time in the sound of the barking of dogs, immediately began to use the survival nature of the countryside to ward off evil spirits, but unfortunately I did not expect that the wild cats, I heard that the good things that have destroyed the devil, worthy of the ability of the hideous cute cat demon, the dog who is not afraid of ghosts walked away stupidly, the loyal dog no longer dared to compare with the ignorant cat, slipped to the side of the grass, Never get involved in the trade of the devil and the cat demon again! If you go here, you think that the trouble is over, it's a big mistake, the crying makeup female ghost is actually like getting lost in the forest, indiscriminately wrong, as if God arranged to come to the devil's side, I thought it was a sad man, I didn't expect to cry "woo, woo, woo", if there is a lack of a hug, Zhao Xiaomeng thinks it's better to forget it, or meet with a smile and a grudge, at the end, the wild flowers and weeds outside the fence are still silently open, and the breeze blows the green grassy land, not only that, In the distance, the sad voice of an old cow came from the cowshed made of withered yellow straw, and occasionally a few sparrows stopped nearby, and the old cow's tail flicked the cry of mosquitoes and flies, and after a few moments, it ran away. Almost at this moment, there was a beautiful sound of frogs chirping by the lake, which can be described as "saying a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, and listening to the sound of frogs". Although there are no chaotic and orderly reeds on the lake, the hollow nothingness still puts away the mist of concerns, but there are many wild ducks with white feathers, just like the drunken drunk, just like the world's "autumn wind and green reeds" crystal jewels, more like white hairballs, so back and forth, over and over again, and finally completed a good scene, and the drunken miss the memories of the green leaves to the flowers. He looked and found that there were a few lovely frogs, jumping up and down on a heart-shaped lotus leaf and lotus root, as if they had found a pearl in the salivating lotus flower, which was nothing but the cry of a woman!

What sets her apart from other women is the red lanterns that seem to fly up and light all the time, and every place is filled with the fresh smell of grass after the rain. By asking Tingxie who is similar, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup! Moreover, her lips were as red as a burning fire, and in this dark corner, in the sparkling lake, she refracted the brightest of brightness.

If the breeze does not have the proof of ripples in the lake, it is impossible to gently linger in the ears of every passer-by who has traveled a long distance. Tied to the sustenance of the flying flotsam as light as a feather, in the blessing of the sound found the seeds of hope in the muddy land and the ripe potatoes that sprouted in the low-lying fields rotted, otherwise there are still many good and general uses in the shallow flowers and plants, and the rhythm and beat of the deep flow of still water that agitates the water waves, suddenly there is the sound of falling leaves in the woods, and even thinks that it is the cuckoo in the "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo", and the fox and white shadow of the forest white tree on the distant road flashed, After turning around in the same place three times and three times, "the famous flowers are happy in the lake, and they look like foxes and smiles", !! lake water may not affect the lovely white fox who keeps cocking his tail and sits by the lake for a long time, and how much is connected with the fragrance of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, just like lightning rushing into the wide and charming natural garden. In the blink of an eye, all the fragrant floral fragrance filled the nose, and the source was the wisteria garden where the petite white fox had disappeared. Before he could comprehend, the little beast's posture suddenly disappeared!

The nun wearing a hat who was quietly drinking chrysanthemum tea and wearing a plain Luo skirt with a mountain bun suddenly walked into this wide pavilion, stayed for a while, and then picked up the package in her hand and left here. It's not a return, it's a passerby, the rain and autumn wind meet, and it's better than countless people in the world. The paper man has not finished calling a few handfuls of hibiscus, and the dark fragrance floats in the breeze!

"Explain the infinite hatred of the autumn wind, and the waves in front of the shallow pavilion", she looks delicate and white, beautiful and moving, and the rain moistens the rice field of the girl of Xi Shi Luo's flower account, called "Chen Yanran", the cherry lips are opened, and as soon as she opens her mouth slightly, it seems that there is a mountain spring dingdong sounding, and there seems to be a string being plucked by the green ground. The faint voice is clear and cold, the words are round and jade, and the scenery and beauty of the lake ripples are encountered, there is really "the autumn wind is sassy and the east wind is drizzling, there is a light thunder outside the hibiscus pond, the golden toad is burning incense, the jade tiger is pulling the silk back to the well, the Jia family peeps at Han Pengshao, the concubine leaves the pillow Wei Wangcai, the spring heart is Mo Gonghua contending, an inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray ......" Contradictions and reconciliation are often a kind of camouflage truth, and it is always difficult for people to dismantle it!

We who don't understand the torment of love and hatred, we all think that love is like the fickleness of the wind and clouds, believe that love for a day, resist forever, at this moment freezes time, we don't know how to show tenderness, and we think that martyrdom is just an ancient rumor, how painful it can be to leave sorrow, how strong the pain is, when the dream is buried in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the heart is broken to understand...... l

It just so happened that a little monk came quickly, entered the breezy pavilion, nodded to the old Taoist and Zhao Xiaomeng and thanked him, saying that there has been a lot of turmoil recently, do you want to go to the nearby Buddhist temple located in the mountains and ravines to be a guest, the two hurriedly refused, and waved their hands to thank the simple little monk for his kind invitation, but it was too eager to write the natural work of the journey, and even the more they chatted, the more they fell in love, and directly in the majestic pavilion to talk about the wine and talk Q (I really know how to write the pavilion, everyone, don't be so troublesome, hahaha. If you want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown)!

Zhao Xiaomeng walked to the pavilion in the center of the lake step by step, and said with a smile: "Wait a while, the cute little monk will make a lot of delicious snacks and bring them to this female benefactor, and I will thank you for the friendship." Or maybe she doesn't need it, but there is always a time when she needs to. By the way, prepare some delicious fasting meals for some time, and the cold and thin lake is not so noisy!

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaomeng and the little monk began to laugh, and began to be gloomy, chanting poems, quite a sigh that was not in the scenery, but in the landscape painting scroll paper. In this way, Zhao Xiaomeng's sentence, the skinny little monk replied, and it became an eternal article that complemented each other, and I didn't understand what the coincidence of the Huxin Pavilion meant at that time, it may be a chance meeting that Li Qingzhao, a talented woman through the ages, could not describe: listening to Xiaohong in a leisurely court all night, full of new poems. It is rare to have a good scenery of the lake, the rise and fall of the general situation, see the lonely crane in the sunset, the autumn water is long, fortunately the lakes and mountains are unharmed here; Ancient and modern are only a moment, ask the talented people on the river, the emperor in the pavilion, what is the scenery compared to the year!

[When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest, three glasses and two light wines, how can she be in a hurry late!! Li Qingzhao's female representative of the Song Dynasty's euphemistic school is really different!! 】