Mo Liunian didn't want to go back to Zhilan Xiaozhu alone, so he returned to Zhutao Courtyard with Xiao Banxian, Banxian Yizheng was playing chess with Wuji, and Mo Yan was in his room.

The weather is also sunny and lovely every day, the gold and silver morning laurel before and after the osmanthus hall are secretly releasing a slight fragrance, and a hook of crescent moon in the evening is also like the scenery in the painting, every faintly low hanging in the blue treetops and falling west;

On the top of the high mountain peak, the wind blows the clothes flying, and the round of the bright moon is hanging in the air, sprinkling the clear light like a layer of tulle, gently caged on this peak, gently surrounding the flowing water pavilion, and at this time there is the elegant and vulgar piano sound flying with the wind, dancing with the moon, quiet and elegant, leisurely and comfortable, plus the white clothes in the pavilion like snow, the demeanor is like a fairy, everything is like a dream, as if in a fairyland, and the mountains and rivers will be reunited.

It is said that beauty is like a flower, and what I meet in this life is the mountain, forest and wild plum. A tree with branches, sparse shadows and horizontal slopes, faint fragrance, this is indisputable with people, but it disturbs the passers-by of the broken bridge of the post road for no reason. I have no peerless appearance, let alone the color of the city, but I am just an ordinary woman, with a plain heart, subtle and graceful, and indifferent to the world.

The most well-known rich mansion in Chang'an City, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the colors of gold and vermilion reflect each other, the high platform pavilion, the curved corridor hall, just like the illusory Penglai Immortal Mountain, Yingzhou Island, where the immortals live. However, the people who live in it seem to have inextricable pain and melancholy, so is such a gorgeous pavilion a waste?

Jin Se year, a wisp of sorrow will not regret it, half a tear melts into two forgets, after years of meditation folding, Qianmo flying, drinking Fanghua alone, prosperous three thousand, Fangzhi Xinlan, plain and calm, a leisurely, floating like flowing clouds, taste a song Zen sound is misty, quietly enjoy the feeling of always on the road, the most beautiful you are on the road, light and slow, and the world, no noise, snow condensation heart lake, polished day after day tranquility.

This place is not a worldly immortal mountain surrounded by clouds and mist that does not eat the fireworks of the world, but there is some kind of indescribable spiritual beauty in the mountains, Cheng Qian felt it as soon as he stepped into the mountain, and between his breaths, his whole person was a lot lighter. He glimpsed the palm-sized sky from the thick shade of the green trees, and a unique sense of heaven and earth when he sat in the well and watched the sky went straight to his eyebrows, so comfortable that he wanted to laugh and shout around the mountain.

But before half an o'clock, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the sky flew bright red and the green mountains also showed extraordinarily green colors. The white clouds in the mountain stream, with the wind, the really picturesque lakes and mountains, I seem to be a carefree boy in the painting, and my illness seems to be much better.

Dressed in a white shirt, he was clearly in a restaurant full of people at noon, but he seemed to be sitting alone in an empty and secluded valley, and the air around him dropped a little warmer, forcing out a wisp of dust.

He was wearing a silver robe like still water flowing, his black hair was pulled up at will, and the emerald flute was green on his lips, as if he was alive, and he was independent from the world. Between his eyebrows, he is like a cold mountain generation, sad and clear. Qingluan had an epiphany, how similar his loneliness was to himself. Under the great mourning, the sound of sorrow slipped out from the waiting. For a moment, the heavens and the earth were moved, and the plants and trees were affectionate. The snow fell, and she sang and danced in the snow, which she had never been free.

At this time, the night is getting thicker, the moon waves are flowing, the mountains are empty, Shen Pearl is dressed in plain clothes and high updo, there is no bead ring jade green on the whole body, it is clear and quiet, it is like a fairy in the moon and the wind is in the mortal world, all the guards present feel that this scene seems to be hazy like a bit of fairyland, like a dream, and the reverie continues.

In the ethereal realm outlined by the poet, I seem to see the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest", and see those figures who are dressed in the wind and wandering. The reason why they are willing to live in the forest is not only because there is a breeze and bamboo shadows, clear springs and white clouds, but also because there are confidants who have fellowship with their hearts. Here, they don't need to worry about the world, they don't need to worry about joys and sorrows, they just need to place their souls and devote themselves to the mountains, rivers, clouds and moons. You can play the piano and chess, and you can taste tea and poetry. The so-called poetry and wine linger must be like this.

Micro moon, the beginning of the rise. Diagonally across the bamboo bridge, turning the green stream, a few stars and the warm moon of the clear lotus came so leisurely, I mistakenly thought that it fell into whose brush. The lotus leaves of the smoke willow painting screen are supported by a thorny lotus root stem, like Gai Huanting. And two or three Qinglian, who opened to the tea sheath, listened to the wind speechlessly, and the powder was white. The moonlight is combined with the light, and a wisp of smoke and greenery, a glass is as soft as a dream, and the yarn is as light as a veil.

Make a cup of tea, read a curtain of dreams, and think about the years like water. Let the ink dance on your fingertips, let the fragrance of tea curl, let that touch of cloud water Zen heart, bypass the worldly world, and become a pool of clear lotus in your heart.

Free up a box for your busy heart, lock it in a city of spring, invite the breeze as a companion, untie the wide robe, and follow the clouds in the vertical and horizontal plays. Sit quietly in a corner and enjoy the ripples of the lake and the poplar flowers all over the ground. Read a volume of words, describe a picture of Danqing, indulge your body and mind to travel to the most beautiful places, the red dust is disturbed, the tide rises and falls, I smile to the warmth, and I am at ease. Send a poem to the deceased who has been absent for a long time, use willow leaves as stationery, construct a story, and weave a memory of laughing and saying nothing to each other after many years.

The courtyard is deep, I don't know the warmth and coldness of the world, and I don't know the geometry of life. Burn a furnace of old sandalwood, boil a pot of tea, listen to an ancient song, faint and far detached, only to feel that the world and the dust are separated by a thin wind, all thoughts are from the state of mind, from the state of mind and extinguished. Sitting cross-legged, green water and green mountains, clouds and mist seem to be right in front of me, I also reduced the mortal bones and mundane fetus, and transformed into a fairy wind.

It's best to find a little time to stay in the mountains. The forest is deep and secluded, the clouds are far away and quiet, the mountains are idle and empty, and the heart is lonely and natural. The grass is low, the clouds are high, the insects are calling, and the birds are singing. Hearing from near and far, they are all at ease. Climb on the stone steps of flowers and plants, sit in the idle house of Yunshui, people and mountains, far into shadows. Today, tomorrow, the mountain comes from the white clouds, the wind comes from the window, the moon and the water from the moon, the wind comes to the wind, and the moon comes to Chanjuan.

The mountains are as quiet as the ancients, and the days are as long as small years. My plum village has long been covered with the heavy door of the world, and occasionally guests come to visit, but they just sit for a while and leave in a hurry. Guarding a small piece of sky in the south of the Yangtze River in this way, the green bamboo is clear, the plum blossoms are cold, as long as there is an old man, it is enough. There is nothing to worry about, the people you can meet, I accompany the time, and the time also accompanies me.

Xiao Banxian said: "Third brother, don't you often say that you want to follow Wu Hao, so that you can get your wish." ”

Ban Xianyi hurriedly said: "I'm talking nonsense, of course I'm following the eldest brother." ”

The little half-immortal said: "You go to the back garden and have a look." ”

Ban Xianyi's eyes rolled: "Could it be that the eldest brother is going to marry Sister Jiang, so he wants to abandon us?"

Xiao Banxian suddenly had black lines on his head: "I said it's your second sister and my second sister." ”

Ban Xianyi was dumbfounded: "My second sister, who is she with?"

The little half-immortal said: "You ghost spirit, can't you guess who it is?"

"Brother Wu?" asked Ban Xianyi.

The little half-immortal acquiesced, and the half-immortal Yi threw down the chess pieces and asked with a gossip on his face: "It's really fake, I didn't mean to be wrong, right?" ”

The little half-immortal said: "If you don't believe it, pull it down." ”

Ban Xianyi suddenly looked at Mo Liunian, and Mo Liunian said, "Why don't you go to the back garden and take a look yourself." ”

The half-immortal rushed out, and Wujian also followed behind to see the excitement, and the real body was in the heart of Buddhism in the red dust.

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian came to Mo Yan's room, and Mo Yan said: "I see that there is a faint red light on everyone's eyebrows, I'm afraid this abnormal killing will not be light." ”

Xiao Banxian said lightly: "Wu Hao and Yao'er have shown their hearts?"

Mo Yan was stunned: "Wu Hao, with Yao'er?"

The little half-immortal nodded, and Mo Yan sighed faintly.

Mo Liunian was a little puzzled, they sighed at the kindness and love of others.

As he spoke, he heard the voice of the demi-immortal, and the little demi-immortal and Mo Liunian walked out, and saw the demi-immortal walking back with a smile on his face.

In front of his parents and sister-in-law, he was told that his daughter betrayed her husband and stole people, and Lord Yu's face was blue and red, and he couldn't even raise his head, and Mrs. Yu on the side only stared at the red silk on the ground, and her eyes wanted to breathe fire, only hindering her in-laws, and she didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Maybe it was deliberately played for the wet nurse, and we did a play for a long time, but, but what was the point of that? Why do you have to please my in-laws, not me, but even my mother has to please them! It is really unfortunate to have a daughter, as if there is some kind of bad fear of attack, all the time, everywhere, everything is looking at the color of others.

Yan Xi said: "This look, I'm angry again, I'm very strange, why are you angry when you see me? Could it be that I have something on my body that makes people angry, so when people see me, they want to get angry? "After that, I turned around and left. Xiuzhu hurriedly turned around and said, "Where are you going, don't you want to talk to us?" Yan Xi said: "Look, it was you who said it upside down." It's clear that you don't want to ignore me, and you want to say that I ignore you. Xiuzhu smiled: "If I ignore you, who am I looking for when I come to the house?" Yan Xi said: "Then how do I know?" Xiuzhu said: "Of course you don't know." If you knew, there would be no need for Merry to call you back. You probably didn't know I was here, and if you did, you wouldn't go upstairs. Yan Xi said: "We are not enemies, why is this?" Xiuzhu said: "If we are not enemies, there will always be a day when we become enemies." “

In the future, it will not be easy for her to find her in-laws, and she will be named "Wangmen". No, I had to marry her, and after marrying her, the concubines wanted to say that she hated the poor and loved the rich, and insulted her in every way. Her husband didn't like her anymore, her parents-in-law also abused her, and she, a young woman who had never left the house, couldn't stand the many attacks, and went back to her parents' house, and her mother's family had nothing to do.

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