"Almanac": "Fifteen days after the spring equinox, Dou Zhi Ding, for Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, when the cover is clear and clear, everything is visible, hence the name." ”

As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, it is a good season for spring ploughing, so there is a saying that "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans".

More than 20 miles to the west of Qiantang Gate, there is a hillside terrain that is slightly higher, belongs to the remaining veins of Phoenix Mountain, and can collect the water of West Lake again, I don't know when it starts, ordinary people and here are the places where "into the soil is safe", so the two elders of Xu Jiaxian in Qiantang County are also buried here.

The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is always dew and rain, which makes people unclear and unreal.

In the midst of this verdant wood, there is a stream murmuring in the winding path, a patchwork of tombs lingering with solemnity and sadness, there are candles and paper ingots in front of the tombstone, there are fireworks burning with paper money, and there is a choked sound of memorial sobbing.

Most of the men are ordinary straight shirts with silk ribbons, and most of the women are skirts and covers, burning paper money in front of the grave, and praying for the deceased to protect the safety of the family when kowtowing......

On the forest path, the three of them were silent, slowly walking through the tomb on the side of the circumference, and in front of the slightly lonely grave, before offering the offerings in the bamboo basket to the tombstone, they attached themselves to clean up the weeds slightly, and then knelt side by side in front of the grave.

"Father, mother, my daughter dreams of you again......"

Xu Jiaorong's eyes were red, and the crystal tears slowly fell, and her whole body trembled when she sobbed, crying and said: "If you have a short amount of money, give your daughter a dream, and if you have a wish, tell your daughter ......."

"Dad, mother, Hanwen has also grown up, and it is time for our Xu family to add people......"

"Father who gave birth to me, mother who raised me......"

When Xu Jiaorong said this, she remembered the voice and appearance of her parents in the past, and remembered that her parents were buried here but they could never see each other again, and they were paralyzed on the ground and cried heartbreakingly.

Li Gongfu knelt on the ground and burned the paper money, his eyes were red, and he sobbed and said: "Father, mother, don't worry, your second elder will take good care of Jiaorong and Hanwen, and will not let others bully them......"

"Dad, mother, Hanwen has come to see you, Dad...... Mother......!"

The clear-eyed young man also burst into tears, knelt down in front of the grave and kowtowed, and the bitterness and crying of mourning could be clearly heard in the tomb of the West Mountain.

The sad face is full of sadness, and the tears are full of the sorrow of the deceased, and the meager paper money and "ingots" are burned, the solemn and sad atmosphere lingers, perhaps the birds and birds are also moved, so this winding path leads to the secluded place, and the cry has not been heard......

After all, the deceased is gone, with the paper money and "ingots" burned out, Xu Jiaorong, Xu Xian and Li Gongfu with the support, only then did they stand up from the grave, all of them were full of sadness and gradually walked out of the Xishan tomb......

The deceased is gone, and he still has to live, Xu Jiaorong sobbed from time to time, but gradually dissipated the sadness on his face, Li Gongfu took the bamboo basket early, and accompanied him to talk about some short gossip in the family, intending to turn the sadness in the heart of the virtuous wife.

A fork in the road with this West Mountain, it is the fork in the road between the West Lake and the Qiantang Gate, "Xu Xian" inadvertently saw the beautiful scenery of the West Lake with pink and willow green, and somehow walked forward by himself.

"Hanwen, where are you going?"

When Xu Jiaorong was walking, she saw that Xu Xian had taken the wrong path, so she opened her mouth to call, intending to remind one or two.

"Sister, look at how beautiful the scenery is here......

"Xu Xian" hesitated for a while, after all, he couldn't hide the increasingly intense impulses and thoughts in his heart, he only felt that today's scenery was picturesque, and he wanted to go with the West Lake, so he continued: "Walking forward, it is the West Lake......

"No, there is still something in your brother-in-law's yamen. ”

Xu Jiaorong shook her head when she heard this and said, "I want to ...... too."

"Oh, Hanwen wants to go, just let him go. Li Gongfu raised his hand to stop the good wife, and said: "Stay at home all day, it's hard to come out and relax......"

"Come back early for dinner......" Xu Jiaorong was also justified when she heard it, Hanwen stayed at home this winter, and it was good to come out today to relax, so she took the oilcloth umbrella and said, "You take this umbrella with you, in case it rains?"

"This, will it rain this day?" Xu Xian looked up to see that the sky was clear, and asked with a little hesitation.

"There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, let you take you with ......"

Li Gongfu handed the oilcloth umbrella to his brother-in-law Xu Xian, and said bitterly.

"Xu Xian" also felt justified when he heard this, and the oilcloth umbrella was already in his hand, so he was immediately relieved, and after saying goodbye to his sister Xu Jiaorong and brother-in-law Li Gongfu, he went along the winding path towards the West Lake.

"Be careful, come back early for dinner......"

Xu Jiaorong looked at her younger brother's distant figure, and said in a loud voice, and then followed Li Gongfu and the fork in the road towards Qiantang Gate.

March 3 is Qingming, Qingming season rains, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles, need to go to the West Lake high place to find.

This Buddhist verse originally came from the mouth of Guanyin Bodhisattva on Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, but it made Bai Suzhen, who had practiced for nearly 2,000 years, temporarily cut off taking refuge in the Three Jewels and obtained the idea of ascending.

There are countless pavilions on the shore of the West Lake, and this "West Lake world view" pavilion, it has a slight reputation because a pair of couplets has four kinds of word splitting and reading, the upper link is: the water and mountains are bright and beautiful everywhere, and the lower link is: sunny and rainy and rainy.

At this time, the sun is on three poles, and outside the pavilion of this "West Lake World View", there is a pair of women who lift the lotus step lightly, and just step into here to rest a little.

Bai Suzhen, this woman who has been eating and drinking for nearly 2,000 years, has been reborn and can already rise to the top, this is also a woman who combines beauty, elegance and nobility in the world......

She, with ice muscles and jade bones, bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful and peerless Sai Tianxian, is just an ordinary white gauze dress, simple and elegant, it is far more elegant and silent, and the pair of brilliant starlight eyes are even more radiant......

And the maid Xiaoqing on Bai Suzhen's side is also beautiful, delicate and incomparable, with a layer of red jade-like faint halo in the snow-white skin on her face.

"Sister, this Guanyin Bodhisattva must be old and confused, what do you say that you have a fate to meet thousands of miles away, and you need to go to the high place of the West Lake to find ......"

Cen Biqing sat down in the pavilion with Bai Suzhen and the "West Lake World View", and said with a little depression: "How long have we been searching, looking around, where is there a master in this West Lake......

"This is clearly a whole person!"

Qingming Festival to, early this morning Xiaoqing with Bai Suzhen and the West Lake, all over the Guanyin Bodhisattva said "master", since the Qingbo Gate has been found in the West Lake broken bridge, then check the past life of mortals, more than half of the mana is consumed, not to mention, where there is a trace of the "little shepherd boy" more than 1,700 years ago.

"Huh, sister, what are you looking at?"

Cen Biqing also knew that this matter was related to her sister's road to becoming an immortal, although she was depressed but helpless, but she saw that Bai Suzhen seemed to be a little sluggish, looking into the distance sluggishly......

"Xiaoqing, look at the man on the broken bridge......"

Bai Suzhen still stared into the distance, and subconsciously replied.

Cen Biqing followed Bai Suzhen's gaze and looked over......

In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the peach willow sandwiches the shore, the water ripples under the broken bridge, the mountains in the distance are empty, the green and green are green, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled on the lake, and it is also reflected on the person's body.

The breeze came slowly, and the lake under the broken bridge rippled, and there was no shortage of literati and ink writers on the broken bridge in the past, but at this moment there was only one person, and it was a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, standing with his hands and looking around at the beautiful scenery of the West Lake......

It is far away from the noise of the world, alone to taste the leisure and elegance of the distant mountains and near the water, the weak figure is like a new green bamboo, fresh and natural, the eyebrows are clear and beautiful, the golden sunlight is refracted from the lake under the broken bridge, and the beautiful picture is presented in front of Bai Suzhen and Cen Biqing, and it is also engraved in the heart......

"Yo, it turns out that my sister saw the master......"

Cen Biqing was not emotionally sentimental, but she knew why her sister was sluggish, so she smiled and teased.

"How can he be a master......

Bai Suzhen sighed softly, and after three years of painstaking search, how could she be close to the benefactor who had never met a life-saving benefactor.

"We are sitting in the pavilion, and he is on the broken bridge, isn't he taller than us, that is a superior man......"

Cen Biqing is already smart-minded, and because of her deep sisterhood, she is laughing at the moment, so she said so.

"Actually...... It doesn't matter if it's high or not......"

Bai Suzhen sighed softly, but she recalled that when she was transformed in the past, her old mother Li Shan went to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain to entrust her, and remembered that Xia Ju flew into an immortal, and she could never see it from now on, but if she really took refuge in the Three Treasures, wouldn't it be a betrayal of her master.

The dilemma is better than ......