In the distance, a scholar with a delicate face was running with small steps, shouting loudly: "Young master...... Young master, the list is released, you ...... Your high school ...... Tanhua. ”

The scholar held on to the stone railing under the bridge, bent over and panted, but his face was uncontrollable, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "Young master, let's go quickly, the holy decree announced that you entered the palace and were sealed, it's too late, this time, young master, you are honored to return to your hometown, the old lady must be happy, I see who dares to look down on my Li family again." ”

The man in the green shirt shook his body, glanced at the scholar, and muttered to himself, "Li family...... yes, it turns out that my surname is Li....."

The scholar patted his chest and said with a smile, "What did you say, young master?"

"Nothing, let's go. ”

The man in the green shirt shook his head and slowly walked down the stone bridge, under the bridge, he looked back at the opposite bank, he had a sudden illusion, there, he must have been.

It's just that the bridge is broken, and he can't go back!

At the urging, the man in the green shirt glared at the scholar with a smile, didn't say anything, and walked forward.

In the process of moving forward, the scholar who followed behind suddenly had a slight startled face, and looked at the back of the man in the green shirt, "The young master seems to be a little different, too, now, the young master is a dignified Li Tanhua, naturally different." ”

After this walk, he once again walked into the red dust, and the man in the green shirt never looked back.

Day after day, year after year.

Sealed to explore the flowers, the Golden Palace officials worship six products, 17 articles on the book, the disadvantages of the needle, the government and the opposition are shaken, and it is allowed.

Steady progress, high-spirited, but framed by others, the impeacher is like a carp crossing the river, angry, and demoted for 3,000 miles.

benefited one party, but was degraded again, degraded again and again, when the second grade of the dynasty, scattered nine grade officials.

Not afraid of hardships and dangers, for the country and the people, thirteen times on the book, the way of governing the country in detail, and finally to the heavens, and then reused, the official worships a product.

The new policy has been established, the people of the whole country are jubilant, the national strength is growing, more than 20 years, the power is overwhelming, and there are almost meritorious and high shocks.

Slander is like a swift rain, conspiracy is like an invisible wind, more than 70 major crimes, in one day, Li Quanchen was imprisoned, and the court and the central government all celebrated.

Ten years in prison, the former strong country, the rivers are declining, natural and man-made disasters, internal and external troubles, the whole country is full of devastation, and it is common to change children and eat.

There are countless people who have eaten vegetarian food in the corpses of the DPRK and China, and no one is not flattering, and no one dares not to flatter.

The mountain collapsed, the new emperor succeeded to the throne, killed more than 30 greedy ministers, hundreds of incompetent people, and the weather was new.

Amnesty for the world, set things right, wash away the sins of the previous dynasty, and worship as the emperor, serve as the prime minister, and all the officials in the world are subject to its control.

In another ten years, the creation of the country gradually disappeared, the prosperity of the past slowly reappeared, hung up and gone, disappeared, and left a message saying that the four seas are home.

Sigh, pity, the title of Li's Tanhua, is not heinous and unforgivable, and it will end in the next seven generations!

It was another early spring, and by the broken bridge, an old man with gray hair looked at the reflection under the water and sighed slightly.

People have changed too much, but the water is still as clear as it was back then, and there is no trace of aging.

Fifty years have passed, and it is really just a snap of a finger.

Back then, he said that the deceased Ruosi, but, who was the deceased?

Looking at the slightly cold spring breeze, blowing from the shore, bringing up two or three willow branches, dotting on the surface of the river, pointing out ripples, in the slowly flowing river, gradually disappearing.

This scene is no different from 50 years ago.

The old man suddenly realized in his heart that what has passed is not time, nor flowing water, nor the spring breeze, but himself.

In fact, there is no time, there are any, just the face of aging in the wind, in the flowing water, it will eventually be nothing!

The old man looked at the edge of the broken bridge, and the handwriting was covered with moss again, and he bent down and wiped the moss away.

Looking at those handwritings, the old man was silent, fifty years ago, that kind of thorough loneliness and coldness resurfaced in his heart again, so many years, this feeling has always lingered in his heart, as if there was a voice guiding him to return here.

Now that he has seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, he has put everything down, but he can't let go of this voice.

"I ...... Is it me?" the old man touched the handwriting, and suddenly felt something, and got up to look back, his gaze turned to the west.

There, thousands of miles outside the gate, there is only a snowy region!

Three years later, under a pass, the figure of the old man gradually disappeared, this pass is the westernmost border pass of the border, and further west, is the vast snow-capped mountains.

There are no visitors here all the year round, and the soldiers on the gate quietly watched the old man go away, sighing slightly, they knew very well that this person would never come back.

In the ice and snow, the old man's posture was slightly bent, but his eyes were bright, and he walked not fast, and with the dark feeling in his heart, he walked towards the depths of the vast snow-capped mountains.

He had a strong intuition, and there, there was his destiny.

There are only two colors in the snowy region, the white of the snow and the black of the mountains.

Walking in this snowy region, the meaning of loneliness and coldness became more and more obvious, the old man's face became more and more pale, and now he was cold, only a flame seemed to be burning in his heart, supporting him, step by step towards the fate.

Legend has it that there are seven colors in this snowy region, but five of them are hidden by black and white and are not seen by the world.

In the depths of the snowy region, there is a peak that stretches for thousands of miles, each of which is thousands of zhang high, and here, if you want to move forward, there is only one way, which is to climb from these peaks.

The old man's eyebrows were covered with a thick layer of ice, his face was no longer conscious, and his right hand held a branch, struggling to move forward in this snowstorm.

He understands that the end of this road is the end, but he has no regrets.

That fate, he must meet him!

The snow-capped mountains were trampled by the old man, he looked into the distance, and the flames in his heart became hotter and hotter!

These high snow-capped mountains are isolated from the breath of the world, and here is another world.

In the end, the old man looked up under a towering mountain, I don't know how high it was, this snow-capped mountain, is the king of this snowy land, his heart throbbed, fate, on the top of this snow-capped mountain.

There seemed to be a flame in the old man's eyes, which was his last life, and he stepped out of the ......

The crutches made of tree branches were left at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, which was his last journey, and he only wanted to rely on himself.

The holiness of the snowy region has never changed for thousands of years, just like the heart of the old man.

In the past 50 years, his life has had several ups and downs, from power to the world, to a prisoner under the stairs, from no one knows, to a world of fame, from a mixed reputation, to a public scene.

It's just that all these changes have never been able to touch the holiness in the deepest part of his heart.

At the top of the snow-capped mountains, there are no roads, only snow.

The road is at the feet of the old man!

Thousands of difficulties and dangers, he was crossed by the old man one by one, and finally, his figure appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

His gaze fell on a pitch-black mountain rock, where there was a withered ...... Lotus!

This lotus, the name snow lotus!

The old man looked at the snow lotus, his eyes revealed a strange color, and the throbbing in his heart reached the limit at this moment.

"Exploring flowers, exploring flowers......."

"Am I looking for flowers, or am I looking for myself?"

He looked at the snow lotus, and suddenly laughed, the laughter echoed in the snowy region, causing a resonant sound, countless snow peaks and tens of millions of years of ice and snow that have not melted, slowly sliding in this resonance, and then, this sliding became more and more intense, and the heaven and earth roared.

On countless snowy peaks, snow and ice roar and roll down, forming avalanches that engulf everything in their path.

The roar of the avalanche was the response of the countless snow peaks to the old man.

The old man smiled, slowly withdrew his gaze into the distance, and after taking a nostalgic look at the snow lotus, the old man slowly sat in the snow and closed his eyes.

"It turns out that I am a snow lotus......"

The old man's body, at the moment of death, gradually faded away, turning into a white light, merging into the withered snow lotus.

The snow lotus came alive in an instant from withering, and the amazing beauty of the world was on the top of this ice and snow, blooming, but no one saw it!

What the world can see, is never its most beautiful moment, its lonely cold, never care that someone understands, the person who really understands it, on the other side of the bridge, where the flowers bloom on this bank!

The blooming snow lotus, at the moment of full bloom, like an old man, gradually faded......

......

......

A snow lotus, three inches in front of Han Shi's eyebrows, bloomed and faded......

In the blink of an eye, there were sixty flowers, like this snow lotus, passing away around Han Shi.

But every flower has its own moment, and in the moment when the white horse passes by, no other flower will bloom.

At this moment, it belongs to the only one, and that is its life!

Han Shi didn't look at the snow lotus, he didn't need to see it, just because, at this moment, he was the snow lotus.

Snow Lotus ...... Red Rose ...... Cherry blossom...... Tears...... Black Lotus ...... Orchid...... Gardenia ......

Datura stramonium...... Jasmine...... Cuckoo...... Peach blossom...... Peony...... Sweet osmanthus......

Sunflower...... Water lily...... Hibiscus...... Bamboo ...... Begonia......

Camellia...... Poppy...... Dichong Golden Lotus ...... Pear......

Hyacinth...... Apricot...... Peony......

Morning glory...... Epiphyllum......

Tulip ......

Instantly, eternal!

The annihilation of a flower is a reincarnation, and Han Shi's innumerable divine thoughts are also reincarnated with the annihilation of the flower and return to the sea of knowledge.

His artistic conception of reincarnation of withering glory slowly grows towards the state of perfection in this reincarnation.