During the Qingming Festival, worship the ancestors and sweep the tombs, and go on a trip.

Meng Fu and his entourage came to Tianmu Mountain on the outskirts of Lin'an City. Tianmu Mountain is located between the Yellow Mountain and the East China Sea, and the east and west peaks face each other. Tianmu Mountain is the famous mountain of Jiangnan Daozong, it is rumored that Zhang Daoling of the previous dynasty had cultivated here, and then soared.

At the turn of mid-spring and late spring, the sun is good, the warm breeze is slightly drunk, and everyone is intoxicated and lingers.

It's just that there was no light rain in the Qingming season, and it was really a bit of a bad scenery, and everyone gradually lost their interest, lost the idea of playing, and got up and went home.

When I arrived at the lakeside in the city, I saw the wicker hanging low, the breeze blowing on the face, and the pedestrians on the road were smiling, and they had never broken their souls.

When the Meng family returned home, it was already the end of the day.

Pack up and go to rest.

When Meng Ran woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning, there was some darkness outside the window, looking out, the clouds were hanging low, it turned out that the weather had changed in his sleep.

In the evening, Meng Ran took Xiaolian out for a walk, and the mist shrouded him. There is a slight coolness in the air, the gentle wind blows the branches of the apricot trees on the roadside, and the petals of the blooming flowers open and close slightly, as if waiting for the coming spring rain.

After a while, the rain sprinkled down, like a huge curtain hanging between heaven and earth, ethereal, misty, and extremely beautiful.

Gradually, the water on the ground was densely covered, and the clothes on Meng Ran and Xiaolian were also soaked by the rain, and they went home.

Perhaps because of the rain, the night was cooler than usual. Meng Ran wrapped the quilt tightly, fell asleep, and had a good dream.

The next day, the fog was so thick that even the houses across the street were not very visible, and the attic in the distance was hidden in the air.

The low-hanging willow branches in the courtyard were full of crystal droplets, and a gust of wind blew and sprinkled on Meng Ran's clothes, on the top of his head, and between his neck, which was cold.

The dark green bamboo forest in the garden next door has been dyed with new colors, and the heavy winter clothes have been faded and replaced with new green clothes, which is full of spring.

The cherry blossoms in the west courtyard are also blooming fiercely, perhaps through the infiltration of fog water, more beautiful and moving, swaying in the wind, like a beauty on the side.

Perhaps because of the rain, today's Meng Mansion is exceptionally quiet, and Meng Ran enjoys this rare quiet and serene alone.

Reading, studying, another day.

Cycle.

On the fifteenth day after the Qingming Festival, the fighting fingers are the valley rain, and in the middle of March, the rain is clean and clear.

On the day of Gu Yu, Mrs. Meng planned to take her son out to Daming Mountain, which is known as the first view of Lin'an, with 32 strange peaks, 13 secluded streams, 8 waterfalls, and vast alpine meadows.

In the morning, the sky is slightly shining.

Meng Ran walked in the yard, very quiet, with the occasional chirping of birds, and the peach blossoms in the garden bloomed just right to the morning light.

After breakfast, the group headed west.

It was noon at the foot of Daming Mountain, and everyone rested on the spot and packed up and ate. And before the time came, when they had eaten and drunk, they began to rest.

After that, start climbing the mountain.

Meng Ran looked up, the scenery in front of him was both novel and unfamiliar, as far as the eye could see, there was only the majestic Daming Mountain, and the mountain was full of luxuriant trees growing wantonly, lush.

They follow winding stone steps through lush woods. The land on either side of the stone steps is overgrown with unknown plants, wildflowers, and a sea of green that occasionally emerges in yellow, purple, and red.

Everyone walked slowly and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

The crowd stumbled along, the fog thickened, and the sun's rays faded.

After more than an hour of climbing, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

The moment he reached the top of the mountain, Meng Ran suddenly felt that the unhappiness that had accumulated for many days had dissipated a lot, and his mood was a little more relaxed, and the hazy sky in his heart revealed the long-lost sunshine.

Meng Ran looked at the beautiful scenery of the surrounding mountains and rivers, sighed with emotion, and shouted loudly: "It's so beautiful, I must travel all over the world in the future and read all the famous mountains and rivers in the world." ”

Such bold words made everyone laugh.

Mrs. Meng glanced at her son: "Let's talk about it when you grow up, children's families, what kind of world do you travel." ”

Meng Ran was a little unconvinced: "I'm six years old, not a child." ”

Mrs. Meng touched her son's head dotingly, and said with a smile: "You are fifty years old, and you are still a child in my eyes." ”

Meng Ran pursed his lips and said no more.

After resting at the top of the mountain for a while, the crowd began to descend.

When I returned to the mansion in the city, it was already sunset.

Some time later, when Meng Hao was resting, Mrs. Meng asked her husband to invite Zhang Jingzong's family to go to Taihu Lake outside the city to play.

"Taking this opportunity, the two families are close and familiar, and the two children are familiar with each other. Now that they are both six years old, they will reach marriageable age in a few years, and it is not a bad thing to have more contact while they are still young. ”

Meng Hao also agreed with Mrs. Meng's thoughts.

On that day, the two families gathered at the gate of the city and went to the source of Taihu Lake in an orderly manner.

Naturally, the two ladies sat in the same carriage and talked about some topics between women, and the two masters also sat together, occasionally chatting about some interesting things about officialdom, and occasionally about things that men like to talk about.

As for the children, they are naturally together.

Meng Ran lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the scenery outside, and suddenly turned his head to Miaoxue and asked, "Xue'er, I brought a paper kite, will we be together later?"

Zhang Miaoxue nodded: "I'm not too good at it, you have to teach me." ”

"Okay, no problem. ”

In such a match, everyone arrived at the source of Taihu Lake.

The children who love water, regardless of the cold water, directly took off their shoes and socks, sat barefoot on the bluestone slab by the lake, and immersed their little feet in the water, shaking and shaking.

Adults build pergolas and look out at the scenery in the distance.

The ancient cypress is green, and the new willows are slender. The ancient attic in the distance is reflected in the water, desolate and quaint, and very antique.

Walking near the lake, the water and the sky are the same color, and it is not clear whether the water is in the sky or the sky is in the water.

There are many ancient trees along the way, lush and green, covering the sky and the sun, and I don't know where I am going. At the foot of the mountain, I suddenly realized that I had arrived at His Excellency Wenchang.

The path up the mountain is made of stones, and the steps paved with bluestone slabs are not smooth, but after hundreds of years of wind and rain erosion, the edges and corners have been extremely rounded.

Walking up the stairs, I met pedestrians three or two.

At the top of the mountain, everyone wanders around, admiring the attic buildings and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the garden.

Time is limited, so follow the path you came from and go down the mountain.

Perhaps too intoxicated by the beautiful scenery or a little distracted, Meng Ran injured his foot on the way down the mountain.

Everyone was in a hurry.

When he returned to the city, he hurriedly sent Meng Ran to the hospital, but fortunately there was no major problem, but he twisted his hamstring, and he could recover after resting for a while.

The Meng Mansion jumped for a while, and the people from the Zhang Mansion also came to inquire about the situation, and when they learned that it was okay, they put down the big stone on their chest.

At this time, the twilight of spring has ended, and the summer solstice has not yet arrived.

It coincides with the sunshine and the breeze, which is a good time to enjoy the flowers, but due to a foot injury, I missed the beautiful scenery, and sighed in vain.

Bad at walking, Meng Ran had to sit at home to read and write, blowing the wind and looking at the moon in his spare time, barely a leisurely fun, chatting for comfort.

By the beginning of summer, my feet were already well, and although I still needed to be careful when walking, I was able to walk normally.

In the morning, Meng Ran walked against the wind, the sun hit his back, there was a trace of heat, the temperature soaked into the flesh through the clothes, the cold in the meridians and bones escaped one after another, in a trance, the body was a little lighter, and the haze of the past few days has also dissipated a lot.

At night, I feel a little sleepy, and I can't sleep after tossing and turning.

Meng Ran calculated in his heart that he was six years and one month old.

Lying on the bed, looking at the bright light outside through the window, the blanket under him was very warm, the quilt on his body was a little too warm, and the people who couldn't sleep looked at the light outside the window in a daze.

Pushing open the window, the full moon moved westward, and he hid behind the clouds like a lute.

Then Yaxing came, listening to the wind and admiring the moon.

I don't know when the coolness permeated the whole room, and the full moon was gone, so I closed the window and fell asleep.

Xu is bed rest for a recent period of time, and has developed the habit of Meng Ran going to bed late, and he only falls asleep after midnight, so that he is sluggish during the day, and the whole person is a little decadent.

For their son's appearance, Meng Hao and his wife were distressed and worried. I had to often invite Zhang Miaoxue to come to the door as a guest, hoping that the communication between the two children could soothe his son's emotions.

In this way, the relationship between Meng Ran and Zhang Miaoxue is heating up day by day.

There is a poem: "Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums." Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. ”

The weather gradually turned hotter, and Meng Ran sat quietly in the courtyard alone, looking around.

The clouds came from nowhere, obscuring the cold last quarter moon, leaving a few lonely stars hanging in the endless sky.

The night breeze swept through the branches, and the sleepy night birds fluttered their wings and cried for a long time.

When everything calmed down, it seemed as if nothing had happened, like a beach smoothed by the tide, without a trace.

There was a gong sounding on the street, one slow and two fast, 'Knock——Knock!' three times, it was already the hour. It's also time to go to bed.

Nothing was said all night.

When he woke up from his sleep, it was still dark outside the house, and Meng Ran thought to himself, the weather outside should not be very good.

At this time, Meng Ran's head was a little dizzy, but his eyelids were so stubborn that he refused to close, so he had to get dressed and get up.

When I opened the door, it was gray outside, the courtyard was covered with water, and the branches and leaves of the trees on both sides were hanging low.

Meng Ran likes rain, but he doesn't like to hold an umbrella, he is tired of people who are damp but eager to get wet, and people who are entangled.

Walking in the wind, the sound of rain hitting the horns is slow.

Meng Ran was overjoyed, this kind of weather is the best, you don't have to worry about getting wet, but you can taste the feeling of drizzle.

Facts have proved that the rain in early summer is no longer as delicate and gentle as the spring rain, and there are already some scenes of torrential rain.

After walking for a short time, Meng Ran's shirt began to drip, and his trousers were all soaked, so he took off his shirt, shook off the raindrops, and hung it to dry.

I changed into clean clothes again.

I've been busy for a while, and I'm in a better mood.

When the rain is over and the weather clears, it's April, and summer is really here.

The temperature will gradually stabilize, the temperature difference between day and night will gradually narrow, and the daytime will reach the longest, when the whole Lin'an will be shrouded in scorching heat.

From winter to summer, the gentleman did not return.