"I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return. Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitterness to drown. I want to be a beautiful woman, look at the makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the boat in the sky. Fighting for me, leaning on the trunk, and contemplating sorrow. A soft and gentle song floated on the misty lake. The song came from a small boat, and the girl in the boat was frowning and sighing sadly. The song she sang was the "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" written by Liu Yong, a great lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, which was written about the pain of parting and sadness, and the sorrow of lovesickness by the column. Although the girl is not very old, she has grown up under the Yicui Peak since she was a child, and her father depends on each other, and every day she pours into her ears in addition to the Buddhist sound Sanskrit, which is the practice of chanting. The eyes are not full of Buddhist disciples, or high candles and long incense.

Although the girl is lively and cheerful by nature, but when she sees the towering Yicui Peak and the majestic Yunzhu Temple again, she can't help but feel sad, thinking that she has reached the age of the Xuan, when the peach comb is inserted into the sideburns, but she has not yet met the person she likes, and she has indescribable feelings when she thinks of the pain of lovesickness painted in the words. The uneventful life seemed to be too peaceful, making her feel that living in a Buddhist monastery was quite boring, and the daily repetition of life was not only monotonous, but even a little boring.

The boat glided gently on the surface of the lake, and the girl in the boat lifted the penny horizontally, and the ripples rippled in the circle. The elegant figure, the indescribable charming eyes, the style hangs down against the lake, slowly moving. Layers of lakes and lings drift through, gently kneading and cutting them into pieces, like a nightmare, lingering in the chest, cleansing the mind, and cannot fade away for a long time.

This woman's name is Mo Xuanxuan, which was accidentally picked up by the old man in Kunshan on the edge of the cliff more than ten years ago. The girl was still a swaddling baby, with a stack of washed clothes and a pair of flowered shoes next to her. The old man in Kunshan flipped through a note in his infancy, read it with both eyes, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly. It turned out that the girl's mother fled from this place when her family was in distress, thinking of her husband's family being killed, and she was so grief-stricken that she couldn't help herself, so she turned over and jumped off the cliff, leaving the girl alone to live alone. The old man of Kunshan then took him back to Yunzhu Temple, took care of it, and raised it as an adult.

The old man of Kunshan is fishing from the lake, and the cool breeze blows, and the white beard flutters lightly. I saw him squint a pair of old eyes, and his eyes were as deep and clear as the silent waves of the ancient well.

The "Daddy" girl screamed, which disturbed the unique tranquility of the lake in the early morning, and the storks in the distance also "croaked" when they heard the sound, and hid in the deep aquatic weeds.

Hearing this, the old man in Kunshan raised his head, hurriedly bent a finger to his lips, glanced at the girl, and then turned his head again, staring at the fishing line intently.

He only felt that the tail of the rod was moving, and there seemed to be a big guy at the end of the fishing line who was constantly touching the bait back and forth with his mouth. A smile immediately floated to the corner of his mouth, and the old man in Kunshan was calm, and the fishing rod was held in his hand without moving.

"Pap" The big guy shook his tail vigorously, very cunning, intending to test this calm and calm opponent, but the old man in Kunshan knew his actions well, and his martial arts cultivation was quite profound, and even the ants and insects within a hundred steps could not escape his ears.

"Get up!" the old man in Kunshan shouted, and the rod and line were drawn in the blink of an eye. A broad, fat snakehead jumped out of the lake. The girl jumped up and down, clapping her hands. She walked ashore, put down the penny, and helped her father open the lid of the basket. The old man of Kunshan put this big guy who was quite restless and kept swinging into it, and then smiled at the girl: "Xuanxuan, why didn't you go home last night?"

Mo Xuanxuan pursed his mouth high, glanced at the old man in Kunshan, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not that I blame my father, I have to go into the city to buy some sundries, I came back a little late last night, just in time for the heavy rain, if it wasn't for the Miaoyi Master of Jingyi Nunnery to take me in for a night, I would really be homeless and drenched all night!"

"Haha" The old man in Kunshan stroked his gray beard and smiled helplessly: "It's all because my father was negligent!

"Hmph!" Mo Xuanxuan pulled his face and said with doubts in his eyes: "Daddy, why did you catch two fish?

The old man of Kunshan shook his head slowly, his face became solemn, and said: "A hard-working child, if I hadn't arrived in time last night, I'm afraid that he would have died at the hands of Tulan now!"

"Huh?" Mo Xuanxuan was like falling into the clouds. I saw her willow eyebrows and starry eyes: "Master Turan, what happened?"

The old man in Kunshan told Mo Xuanxuan in detail about last night's incident, and then sighed and said: "This snakehead fish was caught by me especially for him, and when you go back, you will simmer it slowly, boil it into fish soup, and then feed it to him with a spoon." The snakehead is the head of the fish, "Shennong's Materia Medica" has a saying: the head of the snakehead has seven stars, the shape is long and the body is round, the head and tail are equal, the scales are fine, the color is black, there are spots, it is quite similar to the pit viper, the shape is hateful, and the southerners cherish it. It can nourish qi and nourish blood, invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, dispel the old and replenish the new. ”

"Well, Xuan Xuan must remember! You can rest assured that you will leave it to me!" With that, she picked up the bamboo basket and trotted all the way home.

Mo Xuanxuan was well-behaved and sensible, and the old man of Kunshan looked at her distant figure, and couldn't help but hold her long beard and nodded reassuringly.

The summer morning breeze is warm, blowing on the green and blackened leaves on both sides of the embankment on the banks of the rivers and lakes, making a whining sound. The 10,000-foot high ridge embraces thousands of miles of blue waves, standing proudly. Mo Xuanxuan trotted along the winding path towards a log cabin with cheerful steps.

At this time, the sun is rising, the morning light is rippling, the red jade and broken gold like the glow are rendered from the sky, the eastern sky is fainted into a dark purple and dark red jagged color, and the idle clouds and green mountains in the distance are a little chaotic.

Mo Xuanxuan leaned over and picked up a few pieces of dry firewood, and kept adding them to the stove, the soup bottle on the stove was bubbling with strings of pearl-like white bubbles, and it was still glowing with a hint of tempting aroma. Mo Xuanxuan's eyes were deep, and he sat down quietly, only a pair of plain hands were beating like a jade butterfly wearing flowers. Wisps of heat from the slender mouth of the celadon soup bottle swirled and scattered between her long black hair, slender jade neck, and orchid-like jade fingers, like clouds of smoke. From a distance, her whole person is just like a bright moon, like a dream, shining brightly.