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Chapter 157

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    Qing Wan didn't have the heart to find the woman in white for Wang Mian.

    Every time Yougan came to Wang Mian's place to decoct medicine, he would respond to Wang Mian under the pretext of "looking for it".  After three days, Yougan didn't come to decoct the medicine anymore, which made Wang Mian feel even more lonely.

    The little bookboy reminded: "Since everyone can go out and look for it, why can't the young master?"

    After Wang Mian thought about it, he said to the book boy: "Liang'er, go and borrow a horse for me. I can ride on it, and I can walk more roads."

    The book boy said: "You should go by yourself, I can't borrow Boss Xing's bear!"

    "You, you," said Wang Mian, and went to the "vegetarian restaurant" to borrow horses

    [1] "Reducing Words in Huanxisha. Feelings from Listening to Songs" by Kuang Zhouyi. Lyrics

    Following the breath of early spring, Wang Mian walked slowly on his bridle.

    In February in Xiangshan, it seems that there is still the coldness of severe winter, slightly cold and cold.  Walking on the path between the mountains, a little bit of fresh green has been exposed under the wreckage of last year's decaying grass.  Now, stepping on this trail again, he couldn't help but recall the first time he met the woman in white.

    Wang Mian dismounted from the horse and picked up his sorrow quietly.

    He took out the bag of broken plums wrapped in a pink handkerchief in his arms, and looked at the only complete plum blossom that had not yet bloomed on the branch¡ªraised his eyes, smiled slightly, bowed his head, and kissed lightly.

    Wang Mian came to the fragrant flower that had been tied that day.

    The "branch knot" tied at the beginning is still there, and the fragrant flowers are still fragrant.  people, but lost.  Confused, imagining that she will come as scheduled.  But he wasn't sure if he could see her again.

    "Time, like a naughty child, keeps going; when he leaves, he will not forget to take some toys you want to leave. Do you know? The toy you took away is my favorite! Why, you  Always so self-willed, always giving people unsuspecting blows? Why, can't you take away my despair and let me live more comfortably?"

    Wang Mian led the horse forward and came to Moshang.

    People in the field are busy, how can anyone care about him, an idler with nothing to do.  He raised his eyes and looked for the whiteness in his heart, but besides the clouds in the sky, how could there be a girl in his dream?

    On Moshang, the flowers bloom into the sea, and they are fragrant alone; the soil is fresh and the breeze is blowing.

    "Could it be that you have really returned to the sky?" Looking at the colorful colors in front of her eyes, she took a sip of fragrance lonely, sweet and indifferent.  "Maybe, in my previous life, I was a lilac-like Jiangnan woman in an ancient alley. I left all my smiles in my previous life, and all my happiness in my misty hometown. Therefore, in this life, I am doomed to have no hugs and no hugs.  Warmth beside the Sansheng Stone, the fate is thin, and there is no "Yuan Zhang of Love""

    Walking on this beautiful street, the bright spring light shines on the earth.

    I just heard a farmer say to the woman planting rice seedlings beside him: "My wife, come and sing a little song to relieve your men from fatigue."

    The one who is called a wife is not old, and she still has a bit of beauty. Maybe her previous life I saw her standing up slowly, brushing her drooping hair, and gently brushing her silky hair.  Her delicate face.

    She sang and crooned a passage of "Reducing Words Huanxisha":

    "I cherish the remnants of red tears,

    It is not born to be infatuated with love,

    There is no place for lovesickness.

    If the flowers bloom again, it is not the old tree,

    ? Yun Neng stays temporarily and also mourns silk,

    It's not a pastime, it's just a tragedy.  "

    After listening to the girl singing the ditty, someone joked, "Old Gou, it seems that this is not the first time for you, Gou Sister, tell me?"

    The woman called "Sister-in-law Gou" picked up a piece of rubbish and threw it over, scolding: "Your wife, this is not the first time you"

    Listening to the jokes among the rough villagers, Wang Mian left silently: Yes, the village woman is really right in singing - the germination and opening of flowers, the appearance and existence of human emotions can only happen once.  Once gone, it is untraceable and never comes back.

    Wang Mian repeated her libretto: "The cloud can stay temporarily and mourn, but it can't be a pastime, but a sorrow." He looked up at the sky, "That beautiful lover is like a cloud in the sky, ethereal, passing away leisurely, even if  If I stop for a while, it will eventually disappear Is it true that I am only increasing my sorrow, and it can only increase my sorrow Hmph! In my next life, I will never be such a sentimental person, making the suffering of lovesickness in the world unbearable  "

    [2] "Yu Zhonghao. Bie Xu Rusi" Nalan Xingde. Ci

    Bie Xu Rusi's dream can't come true,

    Nakan is a lonely dream border city.

    Because of listening to Zisai's third watch rain,

    But recalled the midnight lights of the Red Mansion.

    The book is solemn, the hatred is clear,

    The sky will be filled with sorrowAll the rest are exposed, but without Longquan, there is no way to hide.

    Yu Ji never forgets Longquan.  Don't forget Longquan, especially don't forget Song.  In the past, when I traveled to Dengwei Mountain in Suzhou, there were four pines, shaped weirs and magical flying.  If there is a thunderstorm in the daytime, the four pines can cover thousands of acres.  In my life, I have seen eight pine trees.  Deng Wei's pine is loose, Cuiwei's pine is solemn; Deng Wei's pine is easy, Cuiwei's pine is straight; Deng Wei's pine, it is almost impossible to know what the world is;

    Translation:

    Cuiwei Mountain is recorded in the imperial court and has a reputation. It is easy for people to find that it is small and like it, and they often admire it for its height. It is the place where hermits live.  The height of the mountain is about six or seven miles. Among the mountains close to the capital, Cuiwei Mountain is considered the highest, not the highest, and dare not be the highest, because it overlooks the capital.  It is not in the north of the capital, but in the northwest. It is like an umbrella and a car cover in the capital, not as important as pillows and barriers.  Thirty-five miles away from Fuchengmen, I dare not stay away from the capital.

    There are eight or nine temples built on the top, halfway and foot of Cuiwei Mountain respectively, so that people have steps to walk when climbing and places to rest to catch their breath.  It is not independent and dangerous, it is difficult to climb, it is so humane.

    Cuiwei Mountain and Xiangshan Jingyi Garden are connected to each other but not very close, neither touching nor departing from each other.  Do not harbor resentment for not being listed in the prestigious "Three Mountains".  Cuiwei Mountain and Xishan Mountain seem to be separated, but they seem to be connected as one. It does not want to be the main peak, and it is ashamed to be attached to the foot of Xishan Mountain.

    The vegetation on Cuiwei Mountain includes Magnolia from the east of the Yangtze River, Pingpo, tall pines and cypresses, all kinds of flowers sway in the wind, and are fragrant and gorgeous.  The stones on the mountain are all dark and smooth, and have patterns.  Named Cuiwei, which is both elegant and in line with the taste of the world, not a lifelong ambition for being remote and frugal.  The highest point of the mountain is Baozhu Cave, and there is Sanshan nunnery at the foot of the mountain.  What does Sanshanan have?  There are three boulders standing side by side.  There is a spring deep in the mountain, called "Dragon Spring". The clear and transparent mountain spring stagnates in a square pool built by people.  There are four pines on the spring, the bark of which is white, and they are all a hundred feet high.  There is a temple on Songxia Spring called Longquan Temple.  The name is the same as the temple in the south of Xuanwu City in the capital, and it does not avoid such similarities.

    ?Longquan Temple collects scriptures, and worshiping the scriptures is to show worship to the Buddha composed of words, otherwise it is vulgar.  There are carved stones outside the temple, and the words are elegant and neutral, which is the compliment of the literati in the Kangxi Dynasty.  There are eight or nine temples in Cuiwei Mountain, why do we say Longquan in particular?  Longquan is located in a twists and turns.  The rest of the temples reveal their status and have nothing to hide from. If there is no Longquan, it cannot become a hermit's hermit resort.

    I will never forget Longquan Temple.  I can't forget Longquan Temple, especially the four pines.  I once visited Dengwei Mountain in Suzhou. There are four ancient pines on the mountain. The pine trees lie down, but their expressions are flying.  The most unique and unforgettable pine trees I have seen in my life are these eight pine trees.  The pine trees of Mount Dengwei are stretched, while the pine trees of Mount Cuiwei are solemn;  The pine tree in the mountain has an upright and firm character, and the heaven and the earth depend on it as a pillar, and it is indispensable.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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