Lu Yanyun thought to himself: These three steps and two bridges are surprisingly beautiful, and they are worthy of being amorous and affectionate, and they are playing in the story of the village. Lao Baimao saw that Lu Yanyun was interested, so he talked about the story of Mr. Li Yucun in Shuiyanzhuang back then, who was sick and stayed in the town because of the reception of the customs to sell art, but Li Yucun in his later years often regretted this good deed. The southern storyteller is handsome and handsome in a long shirt, looking like a scholar, and his illness and physical recuperation will rest for a long time, and he chats with Mr. Li Da every day about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and talks about the world, and is very interested in seeing each other late. After Mr. Li Da repeatedly retained, Mr. Storyteller stayed at Li's house for half a year. Li Qiuping and artists get along day and night, and they have to grind their ears and temples for a long time, this period of affection, I don't want to be seen through by Qiuping's father, although Mr. Li Da is knowledgeable, but he doesn't want to love his daughter to marry a wandering artist who eats open-mouthed food. In a hurry, Li Yucun immediately talked to Qiu Ping and hired his daughter Xu to the shopkeeper of a young businessman in Yushui County. On the day of the artist's farewell, it was also the time when Qiu Ping made up his mind to take over, the artist didn't want to live up to Li Yucun's kindness, an oil-paper umbrella carried a printed blue bag, and the artist restarted the trip to Fengtian outside the Guan, and decided to leave the three-step two-bridge Enyu Villa. On the stormy night, Li Qiuping, who wanted to elope to chase Ruyi Langjun, was chased back by the Li family and forced to marry her in-laws, but Qiuping disappeared. On the day when the Li family sent people to cast nets in the direction of the exit, the fisherman who splashed the net along the water, but found the body of Qiu Ping who threw herself into the water and died under the pond under the Cowherd Bridge. Mr. Li Da, who couldn't bear the pain of losing his daughter, closed his door and thanked the guests, and smoked cigarettes all day long, learning from the pain of reading and worshiping the Buddha. It wasn't until one day that I accidentally got a bookshop singing book "Three Steps and Two Bridges" from a Fengtian shop, and I learned that Qiu Ping's favorite former Lang Jun, a southern artist who rapped and performed in the Fengtian Tea House Bookstore, actually played a "Three Steps and Two Bridges" and sang a playbook and sang it all over Fengtian. According to the Fengtian trader shopkeeper Chuanxin'er, it was only two years, a volume of three steps and two bridges, and in the future, it was sung that Fengtian spread all over the white mountains and black waters, and was even adapted into Pingju, two-person turn, Jingdong drum and other art forms widely sung. Mr. Li Da, who wanted to cry without tears, learned that the artist's work depicted the customs and customs of the three steps and two bridges, as well as the love story of the two people. Li Yucun, who sighed and regretted his heart, accompanied the volume of "Three Steps and Two Bridges" by the desk and bed all day long in his later years, as if the father and daughter were facing each other, under the eaves of the house, and they couldn't stop talking. Legend has it that when Li Yucun was dying, he did not want gold and silver to be buried with his will, as long as he had a stone box, which contained a book of "Three Steps and Two Bridges", in order to be a companion and love object with his ashamed daughter every year.

Since then, the velvet flower tree by the three steps and two bridges, the Li family cemetery with pine bluestone and cold, and the rumored stone box in the tomb have become the nightmare in Lu Yanyun's heart. This is the willow leaf peach blossom on the other side of the river or hidden or out of the wall, together with the earthy smell of the Liwan River, drifting into the town, the ink cloud woven by the moisture of the plain, crashing into the fanziling stone peak of the two mountains in the west, shattering into a piece of twilight wind and rain, falling into the stone archway, descending into the Peifu Luofei Villa. Whenever he is, Lu Yanyun often probes the pen with his lips, and the paper and ink splash marks.

She first registered her son's paper brand with the trademark of Three Steps and Two Bridges, which proved to be a stroke of genius. Then I bothered to find a country poet in the town, and wrote down the decapitated poem that circulated among the people from memory:

Three steps and two bridges, three steps and two bridges

There is a tower next to the bridge and a temple to the south of the bridge

The bridge is higher than the tower. ••••••

After only writing two sentences, I don't know what to say, Lu Yanyun is still unfinished, throwing a pen and sighing, asking the poet to visit the countryside and complete the poem. The poet said: This is difficult, the old generation rumors, those who know, people are dying, those who don't know, I'm afraid I can't write. The old lady said stubbornly: It's not bad for money, you go down to find it, you know how precious it is, this poem, but the source of the name of the village of three steps and two bridges! The two were silent and looked at each other for a long time. Lu Yanyun said: In this way, it is not difficult for you to find the best to complete the original poem, if not, I will test you and make it up horizontally and vertically until I am satisfied.

The poet inadvertently made a small fortune, and naturally rejoiced. After visiting all over the ten miles and eight towns, digging into the roots, I couldn't find the fragments and sentences behind, and I also attracted shame and laughter for no reason. I had no choice but to search for dry intestines and make up poems. But anyone with a temperament and outstanding talent will not be able to step out of the threshold of the times if he paints graffiti. It is also a good fate, and on that day, I met Xu Laohan at the bridge to cross the bridge to find a good look, and he came to meet the fragrant willow leaf peach. The poet's echo aroused inspiration, and the river rushed in his mind for a while, and the poems describing the story of Enchangxiang's long-term love were crowded into rows and rows of gorgeous. The poet has read the Peony Pavilion in the West Chamber of the Red Mansion, and it is also a well-known literary talent in the township. After a few transfers, the old pot and the new wine, finally made up for it, so there is a poem at the beginning of the novel. The poems spread far and wide, not only by the high-fives and praise of Lu Yanyun, who was chanting poems and paintings, but also spreading, not only evoking the villagers' aftertaste of the love of the willow leaf peach in the milling roadhouse, but also awakening endless reverie to the stone box in Mr. Li Da's tomb.

At that time, the Liwan River was clear and prosperous, and the Liwan River was even in spring.

The tide clouds on the heads of the Yanshan Mountains in the north once let the green branches on the top of the mountain light up the young leaves and goose yellow, and then they were drenched with spring rain, and the pebbles that washed the big pebbles of the river trough broke their heads and stained themselves with white pulp. The snow clouds flowing in the mountains splashed jade straight to the two bridges in three steps, and they were still sucking the firewood foam and swirling the dimples to clear the fish. The fish is not big, the landscape is cool, the soul is like chasing the pattern in the river, like a calligrapher's idle pen, leaving white as willow silk elm money.

In that year, the first year of the dispersal of the community and the division of the fields, the rain was particularly good. In the first year, the land was divided, and some members gradually went to the ground to look at it, and in the winter, they couldn't see enough land three times a day, and some people laughed: Hold it in the house, and it's not your wife, and you can't run away with someone? This was a joke for a while. Laughing and laughing, but laughing came to a good year, the spring rain came diligently and fell densely. It was the rainy spring season, and one day, as if the water had washed over the sunny day, the farmers standing in the rice fields of Daejeon stood up straight and looked towards the bridge. Someone sent a letter and said that Ai Fengtai, the second child of the nameless family, is going to send his relatives today. Where to send it? Send it to the nursing home, stay in the town nursing home! Everyone understands. Everyone knows that Ai Lao Er is the village chief, and there are always people who make fun of the old man, and the willow leaf peach mills the road house all day long. Ai Fengtai has become a scene person, and he has self-esteem, so he can't stand it, he has long had the idea of getting rid of Xu Enchang, and he has no words, and his ears are also pure. is also catching up with the field contracting, Lao Xu, who has been a breeder in the team for half his life, has lost his camp. is old again, in the name of the village committee, it is reasonable to send it to a nursing home, and it is useless to gossip!

Some things are like that, people's hearts are scales, don't look at the villagers who take peach and willow green to beat their teeth on weekdays, it is the turn of the bones, and justice is at ease in the hearts of the people. On the day of sending off Enchang, no one Zhang Luo, tacitly agreed, and someone rushed to the bridge. The big guys threw away the work in the field, as if they were going to mourn, and they all said nothing with bitter faces, and their hearts were full of indignation. Lao Xu went to the village at the age of fifteen to carry the work, lived to the beard, pulled the help for a lifetime, and did not even have a home when he was old. Raising a large group of people before and after, no one called their father to recognize their relatives, and now their parents are ruthless to open the cage and release the birds, what kind of heart is An? It is reasonable to be honest on the bright shore, and he secretly cares about his face. This is exactly what it is:

I am willing to fight and be heartfelt, and pity the hearts of my children and parents.

Aside from the haze, it is difficult to go to the deep roots of the vine grass tree.

The villagers gathered at the bridgehead in twos and threes, and gradually converged into dark clouds. Everyone thought of the benefits of Grace in their hearts, and the dark clouds became autumn rain. Ai Fengtai whipped his whip and wanted to rush to the official road of Liuzhen, and wanted to break out of the mud of those words, but the jujube red horse was surrounded at the bridge, and he couldn't move. How many people are bitter and talk to each other, but no one brings out what is in their hearts, they all know that no matter how aggrieved they are, it is also a matter of people's nests. According to ordinary people's thoughts, the two of them have been living for a lifetime, and there is only this pair of lonely men and widows, who live together in a bunch, and I am afraid that even the dead ghost who has no name in the sky will not be able to say that he is ugly. It's not that no one has been unleashed over the years, in the three villages on both sides of the three steps and two bridges, I'm afraid that even the grass, trees, insects and fish think so. But spring planting and autumn harvest, tender rain and autumn cool, year after year, day after day, looking at the old clouds, looking at the autumn water, it is still difficult to cross the Tianhe, and the empty house is alone. On one side, Liu Yetao looked at it in a panic, and on the other hand, it was a tearful cry in the road room.

I think the two of them were greedy back then, and the indescribable cool breeze and cold rain in the village. In the autumn field of time, the wind blows away the wild barnyard bran, leaving behind a grain of rice. Mill road room, guarding the willow leaf peach, the left does not change the will, the right does not look, licks the calf and supports the young, and the foam is foaming at each other, half a life. The children who have grown up before and after have grown up, but they can't get back the warm sun of the nest that came late.

The old saying is not in vain. The heart is hot and the stone can also be hot, so it looks at the ground for a long time. Some things don't get on the table. For thousands of years, the countryside wall is short and long, stealing incense and stealing jade, men and women are good at smelling catkins, ancestors and ancestors, I don't know how many grievances hang high hanging beams. There are some things, the cloud knows nothing, the river knows that there are no waves, the dog meat is not on the table, and the salty mouth is said lightly, but it is okay. But if the rules are broken, the drama is sung, and the hall is entered, it will become the target of the public, and the village community will not tolerate it, and the alleys will not be allowed. At first, Xiang Jiuen grew red apricots out of the wall and did not drown in spit. The years are streaming, the two of them are tied to the same death, women are not double-minded, men have no other thoughts, willow leaf peach and mill road house, heaven and earth are generally loud. A photo in front of people, singing and singing in the wind and rain, bringing children and daughters, swallows love to make nests in front of the eaves, and chickens lay more eggs. After surviving the bitter summer and autumn frost, standing red and swinging the sorghum in the wind, the neighbors softened their hearts, formed an ancient road and warm intestines, had the heart to plant willows, but the children had no choice but to make a trip, and gradually grew up, knowing what was good, the plums became pear trees, and the plums made the pears sweet, and now it ended like this. When the matter came to an end, the village was full of streets, no matter how fragrant it was, I felt guilty, I felt sorry for Enchang, I couldn't live with this old Xu who took root at the age of fifteen and didn't please a woman in his life, an honest and honest good man, a good man who knows the pain and knows the heat.