Even if it is the same scenery, the mood of the people who see the scenery will be different. Mo Feng walks on the familiar mountain road, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the side of the road as he walks. The warm spring snow does not have a trace of chill, and the leisurely snowflakes gently bring a touch of cool tranquility to the early spring morning. Although the mountain is silent, it is not silent. The waterfall roars and the stream sings.

Mo Feng had never seen his father. When I asked my mother, she only said that my father died before he was born. But Mo Feng, who is growing up, hears various versions of his father from other people's mouths. Some people say that their father is a god, and some people say that their parents are great charlatans. Mo Feng believes. Because my mother was a beautiful woman. Even now, my mother's blue floral dress is even more flattering to her skin. A smile on the lips is accustomed to the warmth of a spring breeze. Tall and slender, beautiful and unassuming, the dark eyes in the water spirit eyes are bottomless, always like a silent outpouring. Absolutely beautiful and gentle, simple and elegant.

Whether the father is a man or a god, he should also be a person who stands out. I only heard people say that I am a copy of my father. When I was a child, when I watched other people's children coquettish in front of their fathers, I secretly looked in the mirror and looked for my father's appearance in the mirror. Mofeng likes to wear white clothes. I heard that my father also wore white clothes. Dressed in white and with black hair, his clothes fluttering. Unrestrained, the jade tree is in the wind. Not arrogant, not angry, not arrogant.

As he grew up, Mo Feng found that no matter where he went, he was always staring at a pair of eyes with various expressions. Especially women have the most eyes, and those eyes are always like a sharp sword, trying to find something in themselves. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that there would be such a spotless boy. Although he is young, he is like a frightening dragon. But Mo Feng never cared about so many searching eyes. The atmosphere is calm, and the air is safe.

This road leading to the mountain is the most familiar. When I was a teenager, I cut firewood in this mountain, and because I had a lot of strength, I felt that I couldn't run out of strength, so I loved to chop wood. Because you can use your own strength when chopping wood.

Mo Feng walked all the way up the hill, and at some point a boy about the same age as himself appeared in front of him. The boy wore a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair and two dragons, grabbing pearls and wiping his forehead. Wear a two-color gold butterfly and wear a flower red arrow sleeve. Tied with multicolored silk and knotted flowers, long spike palace silk. Covered with a limestone blue and eight thick satin shirts. Pedal green key foundation small morning boots. Looking back from the side, the face is like the color of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The face is like a peach petal, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Anger also smiles, and looks affectionate. The mountain has few outsiders except itself. He was so curious that he followed the child all the way. Turning around, a very spacious open field appeared in front of it. It turns out that there is such a quiet place in this mountain. The mountain path ahead was covered with moss. Beside the mossy road shaded by greenery, there are thousands of trees and thick shade. The thick moss clings to the stone steps on the ground, and the stone steps go up one after the other.

After walking through more than 100 stone steps, there is a large granite stone face in front of which is as flat as a mirror. The stone surface is flat and round, and the natural large stone table. On the table are things of different sizes and uneven chess. If you look closely, there are faint lines on the table that look like chess games, but they look more like spider webs.

An old man sat on each side of the stone table. An old man in black sits to the east, and an old man in white sits to the west. Although the old man in black in the east was dressed in black, he couldn't hide his outstanding heroic appearance. has a majesty that reigns over the world. Although he is old, he is not diminished. The facial features are sharp and angular, and the gaze is deep and sharp. Self-generated majesty. The old man sitting in the west was dressed in a loose white robe. A snow-white turban hangs around his neck. The long white hair was tied up with only a single silver strand. A few strands of silver hair on the forehead look messy but extremely free. The sword eyebrows are starry, and the eyebrows can't hide a natural nobility and domineering. The silver hair is draped behind him, smooth and smooth. Like fine silk, under the light of the sun, it actually shines with a faint light. The two of them each pondered as if there was nothing beside them. The stars on the table are dense and scattered.

The boy approached, and Mo Feng saw the contents of the basket on the boy's body. The basket contains a few peaches, which look very good in color. They each picked up a peach and ate it slowly, while the boy stood respectfully and watched them eat. Mo Feng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling that the peach must be very delicious, watching the peach pit they had eaten thrown on the ground, and there was still some peach flesh on it, I don't know why Mo Feng only felt dry and thirsty, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he picked up the peach pit from the ground and ate it. I sat in my mouth for a while before spitting it out. After looking at them for a while, I felt that I couldn't understand anything, and remembered that I should go and chop wood. Turn around and get the rope and axe that you just put on the ground. But when I went to get the rope, I only caught a handful of dust, and when I went to get the axe, I only picked up the axe, and the handle of the axe had already turned into dust. Mo Feng was taken aback at this time, he didn't have time to think about it, he quickly turned around and went down the mountain, he wanted to go back to see his mother. Since childhood, he has been dependent on his mother. As he hurried down the hill and walked on his way home. The road is still the same road, but when I get to the entrance of the village, everything in front of me is no longer what it used to be. The way home must have been the right one, but the village had changed. The scenery, the streets, and the houses all changed, and for a while Mo Feng stood there, not knowing where to look for his home, thinking of his relatives, and his heart was heartbreaking. Tears flowed endlessly. He walked through the village in a daze, and he didn't know anyone he met, and no one else knew him. He walked in the direction of his original home, and all he saw were unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar houses. How can he have his own home, let alone see his mother, Mo Feng's heart is empty.

He saw an old man in his 70s coming over for the New Year: "Old man, have you ever known that there is a family in the village, and the eldest boy of the family went to the mountains to collect firewood and did not return. Is there a mother's family in the family?'

The old man looked at Mo Feng carefully, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. Mo Feng asked a few more people, and they all said that they didn't know about such a thing. He walked forward disappointed, and a faltering old woman came across from him.

"Old man, have you heard that an older boy in the village went out to collect firewood and did not return, and there is a mother in the family?"

"I've heard and heard from my grandmother that a long time ago, an older boy in the village was collecting firewood and never came back. It may have been eaten by wild beasts in the mountains. His mother was mad and anxious, she didn't believe it, and went to the mountains every day to look for her son, and the last time she didn't come back. ”