The heavy snow covers the entire territory of Beichang from north to south, and the sky and earth are snow-white, picturesque.

But in these snow-white, there are always red peach charms jumping out of the picture, which is very festive.

In the square city, there is a tall willow tree outside a small courtyard, the sparse branches are covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, even if it is so heavy, the willow tree is silent and let the wind and snow blow, and the tall crown has not hung down for half a minute.

A young man in a turquoise robe pushed open the courtyard door, and the snow was slowly broken open by the wooden door, and the man walked out with a paper umbrella.

The man carried a bamboo basket in his left arm, and at the same time carefully dragged a bowl of freshly boiled paste that was still steaming white in his left hand.

Inside the bamboo basket was a long strip of high-quality Zhengdan paper, a newly bought but quickly worn out large sheep's hair. A few days ago, he had already written a peach talisman, which was a lot of income for this young man.

But his facial expression did not reveal joy, and he didn't have the intention to look at the pairs he had written by himself on the courtyard gates along the way, but thought carefully about something as he walked.

Most of the couplets have been pasted throughout the city. In a small courtyard, the red Zhengdan paper is full of ink, like a face and willow bones.

These are all written by him, and everyone asks him to write peach charms not because they think he writes the best, although it is true.

But there are only two or three people in the city who can see that this young man has excellent calligraphy, but these two or three are no longer there, so naturally there will be no more discerning people to visit the door.

This young man has been suffering, so the Spring Festival couplets he wrote are not like other people's lions who open their mouths and are the only ones, love or not. Even for many people from the same poor family, men are generous to them.

According to his words, if you save a little ink and write more, you can always earn it back.

This is indeed true, for over the years, whether the inhabitants of the city have been helping to save a little money or stealing and playing tricks to make a small bargain on credit, this young man has always been able to make a small profit during the Chinese New Year, and he has written more in a year than in a year.

Remembering that last year, every household looking for him to write the Spring Festival couplets only needed to get up early and be greedy for four or five days, and the business was already cold, but this year he was busy with the lights for more than half a month.

No matter whether the family is good or bad, the Spring Festival couplets are indispensable. In the eyes of the residents of the city, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner can be eaten lightly, and new clothes are not necessary, but the peach charm should be replaced with a new one and pasted early.

More people asked him to write Spring Festival couplets not only to make a bargain, but also to ask for good luck from his name.

Spring is coming, and all things are born.

Everyone always feels that there are more indescribable things in the Spring Festival couplets written by this man.

For example, on both sides of the three-story building, there is a painting of 'yellow warblers singing green willows, purple swallows cutting spring breeze.' ’

The little lady always felt that the word "cut" was not like just an ordinary word, so she gave the young man a few more copper plates.

In fact, it is not only the little lady who feels this way, but some of the other residents will also have this kind of thought, but most of them can't say it.

The only one who is willing to give more rewards is the kind little lady.

Liu Chunsheng came back to his senses and looked carefully at the couplet posted on both sides of the door of the three-story building, but he couldn't see any difference in what everyone said.

He didn't think much about it anymore, it was strange that he wasn't tired from such a large workload.

What he had been thinking about was another couplet. That's right, it's the one that hasn't been written in the bamboo basket yet.

Of course, the delay in writing is not because he wants to be lazy, but because he has not yet thought about what to write about this last picture.

Now in the whole city, only a small courtyard in Xicheng and a mansion in Dongcheng have not been pasted with Spring Festival couplets, remembering that Yu Ming came over last night and kicked the door of his courtyard to ask when it would be written, this young man really couldn't cry or laugh.

No, seeing that kid was blocking himself at the entrance of the alley, Liu Chunsheng looked helpless again.

"The surname is Liu! It's the New Year today, and my mother said that even if there is no one in the hospital, you have to stick it quickly!"

Yu Ming was about to go to block Liu Chunsheng's courtyard gate, and the two happened to meet at the entrance of the alley, looking up at the young man with his small waist and saying angrily.

Liu Chunsheng took two steps forward, and the paper umbrella took another half step forward, blocking the snowflakes that were still falling on the young man's body, and sent it forward with a bamboo basket in his left hand, and said, "No, I'll write it right away." ”

Seeing this, the kid's pouting mouth slowly fell, and he took the bamboo basket and the small bowl to lead the way in front, not caring at all whether the snowflakes falling from the sky wet his clothes.

As long as they are at home, no matter how big the wind and snow are, the children will not be afraid, and they will even be even happier, but they will inevitably feel a little lost when they think that no one will play snowball fights with them this year.

When the city is pasting Spring Festival couplets, the old ones in previous years do not need to be torn off, just use the new cover to cover them.

The saying is that the new year covers the old year, no matter how the days are this year, just ask for today and next year will be better, with such an idea, many of the red paper on both sides of the courtyard gate has long faded has been covered with a thick layer.

The small pond had frozen last night, and the ice was covered with a thick layer of snow, and when the snow melted away and the ice sheet remained, Yu Ming would roll up his sleeves and pick up some dirt and stones and throw them on it, often not tired all day.

Last winter, Xu Changan often shrunk his neck and said that Yu Ming was really boring, but after finishing speaking, he no longer felt bored after throwing a few of them.

Liu Chunsheng held a paper umbrella and looked carefully at the two courtyards next to each other, one of which had been pasted on it.

The upper couplet reads, 'Spring rain is silky and moistens all things.' ’

The next link is 'red plum dots embroidered thousands of mountains. ’

A pair of gentle willow eyes revealed a look of satisfaction, and he was quite satisfied with this picture.

Remembering that when Yu Ming came to his yard to get it, he timidly said that the money given by his mother was used to buy sweet roasted sweet potatoes, and asked if he could take credit first. Thinking of the stinky boy who almost pointed at his nose at the alley just now, I always felt that he should expose his shortcomings and let his mother teach him a good lesson.

Then he shook his head slightly, and slowly looked at the other room, this one was relatively clean on both sides of the courtyard, and there was only dirt on the low wall of the earthy yellow.

This is Xu Chang'an's yard.

Liu Chunsheng can't bear to go into the courtyard to take another look now, although Xu Changan didn't leave before he left, although it wasn't much clean, but at least he could see it, but since Xu Changan went to the building in the west with that gentleman, this courtyard has long been tossed by Yu Ming's kid from the inside out.

When the original residents of this courtyard were sold and moved away, in order to make the yard look clean and tidy, the thick Spring Festival couplets pasted on both sides of the door had been torn off, and when Xu Changan moved in last year, he was too lazy to paste them, and he also refused Liu Chunsheng's kindness to write a picture for himself.

So when Liu Chunsheng wrote this painting this year, he really didn't know how to write it.

Yu Ming took out the key to open the courtyard door, kicked open a chair that was upside down at his feet, welcomed Liu Chunsheng into the inner room, put down the bamboo basket in his arms and the small bowl with paste, and spread out a long piece of Zhengdan paper in the bamboo basket on the somewhat dirty tabletop.

Raised a finger and pointed to the long red paper, although he didn't speak, but his face was full of expressions and said, 'Write to Lao Tzu!'

Liu Chunsheng smiled bitterly, "The paper has to be cut first." ”

Yu Ming nodded, ran to the stove room, took out a kitchen knife that had been curled, and put it on the table.

Liu Chunsheng stared at the kitchen knife, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping.

"You, what did you do with this knife?"

"That kid always said to split a mountain, I said that his head was burned out and I didn't believe it, this knife can't even split a stone, and it's strange that his sword that doesn't even open a blade can split a mountain. ”

Liu Chunsheng shook his head slightly, picked up the kitchen knife and looked at it, it was no longer usable, but it was more than enough to cut paper, folded a whole strip of Zhengdan paper in half, and then cut it in half and placed it neatly on the table.

Standing at the door of the house, quietly watching the wind and snow, I had a lot of thoughts.

He turned around and picked up the large sheep's hair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them, his eyes beginning to look satisfied.

The inferior sheep is stained with ink, and it looks more and more full, and its body is slightly bent.

Long hair slid diagonally onto the table, but the man ignored it. A pair of gentle willow eyes condensed to the extreme, and there was no room for anything else.

The left hand gently smoothed a piece of red Zhengdan paper, and the right hand held the pen and flew the wrist, and the gesture was cloudy.

The pen is like flowing water, and the ink is done in one go.

The upper link was quickly written, and then immediately replaced with the lower link.

Yu Mingdu stood in place and was stunned, looking at Liu Chunsheng's appearance, he always felt that how to write a few words was like going to war, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

It wasn't until the horizontal batch was written that the young man dragged his wrist and put down his pen, looked at the peach talisman in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Yu Ming hurriedly took the bowl of paste, which had already cooled, picked it up casually and ran to the gate of the courtyard to start posting it.

Liu Chunsheng followed, picked up the horizontal batch, and walked out with Yu Ming with a small stool.

Brush on the paste, drawing evenly and gently smoothing out the last crease.

The two stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the two Spring Festival couplets at the same time, and Yu Ming remembered to ask what words were written on them.

Unlike Xu Chang'an, Yu Ming's family has never been wealthy, and his father was a little better when he was there, but since his father went to sea and never came back to his home, he was living a hard life, so he naturally couldn't afford to go to school, and some words were still taught by Xu Chang'an to recognize, and he couldn't understand the peach charms hanging on both sides of his house, and he couldn't recognize this painting in Xu Chang'an's yard.

Liu Chunsheng explained softly, and the young man nodded.

"I don't know what that kid has been like this year. Yu Ming muttered to himself.

Liu Chunsheng smiled and nodded, "Although that gentleman is not good at speaking, he is still worth relying on, and he can't endure hardships along the way." ”

Yu Ming stood in place and nodded.

The young man went back to the house to fetch the bamboo basket and the sheep's hair, closed the courtyard door, and went home to prepare for the new year.

The wind and snow are better, but the spring will be stronger.

A cold wind blew through the snow, and the Spring Festival couplets at the gate of the courtyard were still stable.

The upper and lower links are 'five lakes and four seas are in the same spring, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds are born. ’

The horizontal batch is 'Bi Sui Chang'an. ’