How to kill a goose is recorded in the book written by Yuan Mei, a famous scholar and gourmand in my dynasty: "First remove its feathers, chop its head, and boil it in water." Break the abdomen, wash it, stuff it with glutinous rice, spices and ....... ”

And what about cranes?

There is no answer, and there are no decent answers in books throughout the ages. However, the Confucian scholar Zhang once talked about this in his interesting talk, "I had this thought, I was troubled for many days, and I tried to do it, but I couldn't get it."

How to kill an elegant crane? This sentence is problematic, not because of the elegance of the crane, but because of the killing.

Because the crane can't be killed.

It's like the disdain that a crane exudes in the face of a stabbing paper knife. It leaps and leaps because of its vivid movements, and spreads its wings. The left claw gripped the right hand that was reaching for its neck, and the right wing flapped the paper knife away. In a moment's time, the situation was clear, but the boy lost his paper knife and was restrained by the crane, and Ren ran into it with his body, which made the crane angry, and he could not bear the fact that one ant violated its dignity one after another. A crane chirped around the courtyard, and it raised its head and stabbed its left hand with a sharp beak, and decided to teach the boy what it meant to be in awe at the cost of one hand.

There seemed to be no fear or nervousness on the young man's face, and his outstretched hand was very steady, like a fist but not a fist, like a claw but not a claw, half-hidden to catch the sharp mouth. However, the crane was a little hesitant, after all, this did not match its mission, something really happened, and the above could not afford to blame it. But when it looked at the young man's face, his eyes were cold, not panicked, not afraid, not even the perseverance he should have, all indifferent. It began to get angry, and it felt that this was a provocation to it, and the sharp beak that had been pierced did not slow down, but increased its strength.

Then its paper mouth was a little crooked, and its head stopped.

It suddenly felt a little uneasy.

In the pharmacy in the southwest corner, the old man sat on a bamboo chair. He knocked the lid of the tea, and pondered the blue in the cup as the sky was dark. He seemed to sense something and frowned. It may be that the restaurant on the side is too noisy, or it may be that the tea leaves in the cup are not in harmony with the taste, he closed the lid, rubbed his fingers, and a dead leaf fell at his feet. He looked at the banyan trees in front of the door, most of them were still green, but some of the branches were bald. The old man closed his eyes and put himself back on the back of his chair. He sighed slowly:

"Spring is coming. ”

The leaves fall, not necessarily because of the season.

It's like a crane surprised to find that it failed to puncture the boy's palm. There was a bright green in the palm of his hand—a leaf.

The boy let go of his fingers before he stabbed him. The leaves were against the cranes, and they couldn't move an inch.

The paper crane flapped its wings, and after a clear drink, it looked to break the green leaves again.

But the cry didn't come out.

The leaf was attached to its mouth.

It felt the wind rise, and a few leaves fell, landing on its flapping wings.

Its wings could not move.

A banyan tree above his head was fluttering and scattering its own shade, and the chopped light points jumped on the bluestone slab, and the young man stood under the tree, withdrawing his hand, only to feel the breeze.

The paper crane began to really panic, its right paw stepped down, the road made of bluestone shattered into a circular depression, and a Dao method drilled out of its body, levitating on its body. From the outside, the body of the paper crane looks like a ball of light, brighter and brighter, and the green leaf attached to the mouth is shaking. The light was even a few points higher than the sun, and it was impossible to shine directly. The white crane looked at the young man at this time, and did not dare to get carried away at all. But the young man's eyes were still silent, and they were a little cold. The white crane flapped its wings again, a few green leaves swept to the ground, it opened its mouth, and when the crane was about to exit, a gust of wind came!

The white crane looked up in horror and saw that the banyan tree was sprinkled with green leaves. It flapped its wings in despair, but to no avail. After the wind passed, there was only a boy in disarray, and a "green" crane as messy as the green leaves on the ground.

The boy left the courtyard and went to the pharmacy in the southwest corner. There are few people along the way, presumably it is a restaurant. There was no one in the shop, and there was a cup of green tea left on the cabinet, which was already cold. He walked around and saw the old man standing under the tree with his hands in his hands.

"Uncle Hua?" the young man asked cautiously. He rarely saw an old man so serious.

The old man answered.

"I'll probably go out for a trip. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Out of town. ”

“······”

"Uncle Hua?"

The old man snorted, as if he had just reacted.

"Are you crying?"

"No······ It's raining. ”

The old man turned and looked at him. The boy was about to answer, when a bean rained down on his face, followed by several more slaps. He raised his head, and the dense raindrops were connected into pieces, and he fell into the courtyard, and a water curtain was suddenly hung on the eaves.

The two were silent.

"You should learn to choose. ”

The old man's voice drifted in the rain, and his face could not be seen clearly through the rain.

"When it rains, you should judge where you're going. Come back to the eaves, or come to me. Now, however, you're wet. ”

"Of course, you still have a choice, go back to the eaves at least no longer get rainy, come to me and we can explain it more clearly. ”

"But you're still hesitating. ”

The boy wiped the rain from his forehead, but it flowed like water. It is water that keeps cutting, and what cannot be erased is time. He put his hand down, thinking about the years of time, the shadows under the trees, the waves at the bottom of the well, the chirping birds, and the vivid and familiar people.

He straightened his clothes and said to the old man seriously, "I think I can still choose to stay where I am." ”

When the boy returned to the yard, the crane stared at him with its soybean-sized eyes—it had collapsed a little. Only then did the boy remember that the crane was made of paper, and it couldn't get rain. He stepped forward and peeled off the first green leaf, and the other leaves that had been attached to his body quickly lost their luster and slipped to the ground. As soon as he opened his mouth, the crane began to call. In this rain, this elegant paper crane thought a lot, for example, before leaving, to explain its affairs, some of the lost Taoism of the Daomen, and the leaves under the banyan tree······ It is already a weathered crane, but the meaning behind it is still a dare not speculate.

Of course, the paper crane can't speak human language, and the young man is not in the mood to listen, so he only feels very impatient, but after thinking about it, this paper crane is wet like this, and he has no heart to close his mouth. He explained a few words, asked the crane to leave his small courtyard, and went back to the house to change clothes. He doesn't like the feeling of wetting. When Crane saw him come out, he changed into white clothes, as if he was carrying some clothes in his bag, and he also held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, which looked very new. It's hard to imagine that there were still people who used bamboo slips in this era when ink was rampant. But the crane didn't care, and he didn't dare to ask, and if the boat capsized in the gutter again, it would be face.

The boy stepped onto the paper crane, flapped his wings and entered the clouds. There was nothing to see in the clouds, and all around him were white, wisps of it, and he and the white crane seemed to merge with the sky. Occasionally, he could see a few peaks, someone practicing swords, someone reading the Bible, and a bald child glancing at him. He estimated that he was heading east, but he didn't care, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Yunshen doesn't know where to go, and I don't know the time.

When he came to his senses, his feet were already on the ground. The paper crane under him really became a paper crane, the size of a palm, no different from a piece of paper, stained with water and crumpled. He thought about it, bent down to pick it up, smoothed it with his hands, and carried it in his arms. The boy looked around, it was already night, and he felt that it was a mountain road, extremely wide. He looked to the top of the mountain, and saw a man standing under the long gate.

The boy looked at the foot of the mountain, then at the top of the mountain, and walked upward. He walked very slowly, but he walked very seriously, and his steps were steady. The man at the top of the hill stood for a long time, but he didn't look impatient.

The road was short, and the boy quickly walked up the same steps as the man. The boy stood in front of him and looked at him earnestly, and the man looked into his eyes and felt clean.

The two arched, and the boy said:

"The Taoist heir is Dan, and I have seen my uncle. ”