Never since the governor has felt so lonely.

Fang and Ju Ying, although there was a three-year appointment, somehow the center was a little stunned. When I returned all the way, in the verdant grass and trees, in the smoke and dust of the post road, although the spring was brilliant and the butterflies were dancing, Xingyan only felt an unprecedented loneliness.

Years of laughter and laughter have turned into coldness. The girls who used to know and love each other, for various reasons, all left them one by one. When he went on the road silently, he was alone, he didn't hear the childish words, he didn't hear the gentle questioning, and he didn't see the laughter and laughter, only the sound of birds and insects, the water and the mountains. Looking at the future, he was far away, and it was difficult to kiss him, and it was only then that he finally knew what he was looking forward to.

The line is vigorous, the center is shaking, and when it is melancholy and extreme, the awakening suddenly rises in the clouds. Shrinking and afraid, happy, worried, happy, with all these miscellaneous thoughts and bitterness, it is better to take off Biliao, refer to the vicissitudes, quickly chase the clouds, bathe in the heavenly river, wash away the sorrowful smoke.

Wait for the clouds to be born, first gallop with the mountains, rise in the blue sky, and see the different shapes of the earth. Through the passing clouds and mist of gathering and dispersing, I can only see the mountains on the vast land like hills, the cottages like pills, the vast grassland into a green carpet, and the rushing river like a small Mo in the field.

The wind blows fiercely, the five clouds disappear, and the heart is relieved, as vast as Feihan. Floating and sinking between the sea of clouds, relying on the wind of emptiness, a will, not compared to the road. Through a curtain of clouds and rain, wading through several cloud pools outside the sky, suddenly see the nine curves of the Yellow River between the clouds and mist at the feet. Looking down, the legendary northern river is like a glowing ribbon of silk, reflecting the sunlight and floating in the dim mountains. At the end of the softly curved ribbon, there are continuous snow hills, cascading to the end of the earth, like the clouds in the sky around them.

Above the sky, when standing and moving, he was out of his mind, and suddenly felt that the wind was cold and the clouds were clear, so he returned to the south and would find the old way. All the way to the electric wind galloping, about half a day, when the distant view of the earth and hills between the white bright river is wider than the Yellow River, Xingyan suddenly recalled the four blasphemy of the old things, slightly felt, then pressed the cloud head, down-to-earth walk in the earth.

At this time, if there is no miscalculation, the next ten miles is Jianghai Tongzhou. A year or two ago, after the overseas Demon Continent, he had been drinking with the four desecrated old dragon monarchs by the river. I don't know if this parting touched me, but I only feel that I miss the old at this time, and the river and sea wine that were originally just a glimpse are now very nostalgic.

At this moment, it is close to the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring light is stronger. When traveling all the way, the flowers and rain are flying, the blue wind is slipping, the wind is clear and green, and the sky is clean and white. Tongzhou is a water town, with a vertical and horizontal river network, and there are seedling fields on both sides along the way. In the crisp and slippery sound of the cuckoo bird, Xingyan saw many peasant women and villagers bending down in the field to plant seedlings.

All the way to see the spring in the world, soon to the end of the Yangtze River. When you reach the shore of the sea, the sky is high and refreshing, and the clouds are pure, and the vast East China Sea in front of you is pale and blue, even if the wind around you is fine, the sea is still turbulent, and the blue waves are flying. After looking at the sea for a while, Xingyan found a smooth reef on the blue sea and silver sand, and regardless of the slight heat of the sun, Xingyan leaned on the stone and lay down with his head up, holding a newborn tender grass in his mouth, while sucking the sweet grass needles, while leisurely looking at the vast water color in the east. After running around for so many hours and experiencing so many things, the rest by the East China Sea without worrying about the mundane seems to have made him forget everything, his heart is empty, and only the sound of gulls and the sea are left outside his heart.

As the so-called "serendipity", such a forgetful retreat in the vast seascape seems to be more beneficial than many days of meditation. When Xingyan leaned quietly against the sea rocks, there were flocks of snow-white seagulls fishing and foraging in front of his eyes. They descend in groups from the clouds, neatly tied up in the water, and when they emerge from the water again and float to the surface, they often have a silvery fish in their mouths. After a long time, a few white feathers fell on the sea in front of Xingyan, sinking and floating in the waves.

"Uh......"

As if a flash of inspiration, when I saw such floating white feathers when I was lonely and looked at the sea, my eyes followed them up and down intentionally or unintentionally, and Xingyan suddenly recalled a scene in my practice. Maybe it was before dinner, on the Thousand Bird Cliff, he practiced one of the 36 methods of the Taoist Tiangang, "the flower blooms instantly", after the technique was completed, he saw that although the flowers that were prompted in an instant bloomed brilliantly, they could not last long; At that time, just like now, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, as if I thought of something, but it was like an invisible wall, I was clearly enlightened, but I never could see through it completely.

I didn't think of the scene for two or three years, but at this moment, I suddenly thought of it, and then looked at the gull feather in front of me, although it was up and down, but it would never be swallowed up by the waves, and in an instant, it was like a dazzling lightning that suddenly cleaved in the chaotic mind, and the awakening suddenly understood!

As soon as he figured it out, he jumped off the reef and rushed into the raging tide, dancing and running and laughing!

"The Tao is the way, the very way, the name is famous, the name is very famous", when the road is thorough, although the awakening also wants to talk to himself, shouting and saying, the words come to the mouth but the mouth is open and unable to speak. So Mercedes-Benz laughed for a while, and all the subtle and subtle nameless avenues rushed to his lips and turned into a song:

"Every time the spring flowers bloom, the flowers have changed in spring.

Sigh the spring of the long river, send the pond wave in the East China Sea.

Floating feathers and dust, roaring and proud of the world......"

When the enlightenment was singing, it was also about evening. Looking around, the sky is high, looking back at the Yangtze River, the blue evening mountain. So he was covered with the sunset, and he woke up and hired a small boat on the bank of the Tongzhou River and went up the river to Nayangzhou.

In the mighty Yangtze River, facing the sunset and sunset from the road to the Yang, no matter how gentle the water in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River is, it must not be reached until the second dawn.

However, there are occasional exceptions, and the passengers on this boat are only extraordinary, and the speed of the ship is very different because of the extraordinary, and the slightest means are used. "White water is a sail and a cool moon road, and the green mountains are thousands of miles away from the sunset whip", for Xingyan, there is no need for any sunset spur, as long as he caresses the side of the boat, the boat will be full of sails, castrated like an arrow, and it will approach Weiyang in less than an hour.

Of course, such a strange thing, Xingyan had already made up a statement to the captain Zhouzi. He told the old man that he had been given a talisman by a stranger, and that he could use it to speed up the ship. And he came from the mountains, less waterways, and now he occasionally goes to Yangzhou to play, so he tries it out, and it doesn't work. Although this was nonsense, he was clear and clear, and he said that the old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life was not suspicious, and while he was amazed, he shook the oars with his heart and sailed the slowed sailboat towards Yangcheng.

When the ship approached Yangcheng, the Yangtze River was full of cool breeze in the evening, and the glow became waves. Close to the prosperous and unrivaled world of Weiyang, boats are becoming more and more numerous. At this time, it is the setting of the west, the moon on the east mountain, the line on the river bank, when I hear several fishing songs on the opposite side reflecting the water. Leaning on the side of the boat, I listened to it clearly, only to feel that the fishing songs of the Yangzhou boatmen were mostly bold, but there was no lack of tactfulness; Of course, after all, these fishing songs are intermittent in the wind, and they are not very distinct.

Just when the master of Sihai Hall, who liked the rhythm of music, listened, and suddenly the old man in the boat behind him also suddenly sang loudly, just like a gambling game with Yangzhou fishing songs on the opposite side, singing with some Tongzhou dialects. Wake up and listen to him babble and sing:

"The old fisherman, a fishing rod, leaning against the cliff, near the water bay.

There is no shackle in the flat boats, and the sand gulls dot the river and the waves are far away.

Ogi Lu Xiao Xiao is cold during the day, singing a song in the sunset:

In an instant, the waves shook the golden shadow, and the moon rose sharply to the east mountain!"

"Haha!"

"Good!

I don't know who can write the lyrics, but the old man's fishing song is so elegant and elegant. Remembering the lyrics, I couldn't help but be intrigued, and after a while of muttering, I also learned the tune of the old man fisherman, and sang loudly against the vast smoke and clouds in front of me:

"Weijiang has an orchid, a beautiful woman and a companion.

The white clouds are vast, and they return to He Yan.

Pingchuan fell, and the boat was close to Weiyang:

The decay of the doubtful heaven and earth, the dazed nature of the ancients, the stars spit flames and Geng, and the moon flows and the waves are juanjuan......"

After singing the song of the Yangtze River flowing in the smoke and moon, the boat also arrived at the bank of the Yangzhou River. Abandoned the boat and landed on the shore, and the boat was returned, and Xingyan entered the city, and rushed to the Slender West Lake in the northwest of Nayang City. At that time, in this Yangzhou city, he once and Xue Yi and Qiong Wei were carrying wine in a floating boat in the Slender West Lake; Therefore, he came to Yangzhou to revisit his hometown and relive the wonderful times of the year.

It's just that, although Xingyan thinks beautifully, after all, time has passed, things are not people, if the characters of the year are not there, even if the country has not changed, it may have all changed in the eyes. Yangcheng, the thoroughfare of the nine provinces, is still prosperous, the lights are red and the wine is green, the smoke and willows paint the boats, even in the middle of the night, there are still tourists weaving, and there is no tiredness; when the handsome and dusty Daozi Xianjun wanders in the willow lane of the flower street, it attracts the flow of warblers and the butterflies are misty. On the side of the willow lane flower street, this coquettish voice sings:

"Oh, this little Langjun, slave I--with the moon and the stars are frightened, standing under the screen window for a long time; waiting for him, listening to the door outside the door, then the road is wronged, but it turned out that the cat stole food and the wind moved the shelf!"

Some are impatient to do this water mill kung fu slow propaganda, and shout bluntly:

"Hey, little brother, and the old lady, Wushan ** will become in an instant, only two hundred wen at a time!"

"No, it's too expensive, don't go, as long as you are willing, the old lady will post two hundred texts!"

The lights are red and the wine and the stars are divisible, the hustle and bustle is gone, the fishing boats are singing at night, and the drunken gold fans have not yet arrived at the lake resort, so they suddenly figured it out and returned with all their hearts.

"The spring is about to stop, and the beauty is so beautiful. Zhan Gu Yunxi returned, and roosted with thousands of birds. ”

Before dawn, Xingyan returned to the misty fairy mountain cliff.

When I went to the red dust, I became more lovesick and affectionate. In the middle of every day, Xingyan stayed at home, and only watched the plum soul on this thousand bird cliff. He has to prevent being beaten by wind and rain, insects and birds, and he is even worried about whether there will be naughty Taoist children stealing flowers to play. "The wood is called Rui with five Qu, and the branch is named after ten thousand years", under the careful care of the awakening saying at night, the tree Ruicai Hanmei is more and more beautiful, the fragrance is full of Xiao Man, and the fragrant stamen is blooming; whenever the mountain wind blows, the plum blossoms sway in the wind, such as smiling at people, such as speaking to people. At this time, the master of the Four Seas Hall also smiled at the flowers, and the cold and lonely life on the cliff was completely forgotten.

After another half of the decade, on this night, Xingyan sprinkled some cold spring on the plum blossoms, and then returned to the stone hall to read at night. It is now the beginning of summer in May, and the mountains and moon are half round, clear and cool. When the night is quiet, the grass outside the Sihaitang is chirping, and in the gap between the cold spring on the east wall, you can already hear the intermittent frog chirping in the mountains.

The candlelight is like a bean, the moonlight is full of windows, and it is the twilight and the night is bleak on the Thousand Bird Cliff outside the Four Seas Hall.

In the moonlight of the lamps and candles, when the white moonlight in front of the window gradually moved westward, the master of the Four Seas Hall, who had been reading the scriptures for a long time, felt a little thirsty, so he put down the scriptures, and his mind had not yet come out of the book, he was ignorant, and he was accustomed to saying with his surname:

"Xueyi, I'm bothering you to make a cup of tea~"

After a few words, the four walls were silent, and after listening to the insect whisper for a while, there was no response, and then he came to his senses. Looking back at the empty stone house, Xingyan smiled dumbly and laughed at himself:

"That's it, so confused, aren't you old?"

After that, he didn't feel very thirsty, so he continued to read attentively.

However, maybe he was a little confused tonight, and after that mistake just now, he made the same mistake again a little later. Reading the book happily, Xingyan occasionally felt a little thirsty, so he stretched out his hand, picked up the white porcelain cups on the side, put them to his mouth and blew the hot air, and drank fragrant tea when he opened it.

"Hah!"

After a few sips of hot tea in his stomach, Xingyan only felt warm and quenched his thirst, and his teeth and cheeks were fragrant, so he couldn't help but ask sincerely:

"What kind of tea is this? The fragrance quenches thirst, the fragrance is moist and sweet, could it be that you went to the mountains to find it? How can this aroma linger in a house...... Yikes!"

Suddenly, the Lord of the Four Seas Hall woke up like a dream!

Precisely:

Tens of millions of pieces of broken moonlight are embellished with Qionglin.

Where can I see you at the window?

Don't have a fragrance that turns around, ethereal on people's heads!

(To be continued)