As the Spring Festival approaches, the wind is biting and my hands are red with frostbite. In order to take care of Huici, I specially gave her the charcoal fire in my room to make her room as warm as possible.
It won’t be too deserted. In addition to adding charcoal to the fire regularly, you also need to check the ventilation of the windows and the condition of the chimney to avoid carbon monoxide poisoning.
After all, the human heart is made of flesh. Gradually, her expression on my face softened a lot, and she would ask me a few questions with concern from time to time. Every time she talked to me, I was very happy and felt that I was encouraged and recognized.
He is even more attentive.
Actually, I don't know why I was so nice to Huici. First I felt she was pitiful, but later, I always felt that I was very connected to her. I just wanted to help her, talk to her, and even uncharacteristically longed to know her story.
Ever since I agreed to help Zou De Neng do movable type printing, my life has become a lot busier. Fortunately, the nunnery was quiet and there was nothing to do, so I would often stick a branch in front of my door and run to the wooden pagoda to talk to De Nan or
He studied improved printing there alone.
Yesterday, after my mother saw me, she told me to pay attention to my health and be careful of the wind and cold. Leaving a hot stove to warm my hands was really helpful. I asked Ping Guang to help me put on the charcoal and put it in my arms. It was warm and beautiful.
On the side, I watched Ping Guang busy copying the items that needed to be purchased.
This is the first time I have gone down the mountain after more than half a year of going up the mountain, and I feel a little excited. Alas, if I had not been able to go down the mountain in the past three years, I would really have become a mountain girl.
My mother asked me if I would go home during the Spring Festival? She could ask the master.
I waved my hand, threw myself into my mother's arms and said, as long as my mother is well, she can come visit me every day. As for the Spring Festival, I really don't want to go home because it is not my home.
My mother pretended to be angry and waved at my face and said, Silly girl, that's your home if it's not yours. After all, that's your father too.
He rolled his eyes and ignored her. Women are always cruel, and they are in conflict between love and hate.
Pingguang finally finished tidying up. He happily put on the old mink shawl given by my mother and loudly called the dozen of us to get ready. At night, it rained a little, and there was ice on the road. Pingguang walked from the thatch pile on the roadside.
He took a few bunches of thatch from the bag, twisted it into a straw rope with his fat hands and tied it to his shoes. The other sisters followed suit. As soon as he walked to the haystack and was about to pull the thatch, Pingguang handed over two twisted pieces of thatch.
, smiled and said: "Junior sister Jingyun, let me help you do it."
After tying the straw rope, it was indeed much easier to walk. Along the way, people who went to Huaiyuan Temple to offer incense came in droves, and they all looked at us sideways. We lowered our heads, thinking of walking faster to avoid these eyes. Pingguang glanced at us, but
He greeted the pilgrims he met generously, bowed and chanted, Amitabha.
She said that everyone knows who the people are in Wufeng An, but it is rare to see them with a sense of mystery. As long as we are honest and generous, they will not have any prejudice. On the contrary, the more you hide, the more people want to explore.
On the contrary, it makes it difficult to move up or down.
Yes, we don't have the right to let everyone understand us. I sighed, and Lala Pingguang's mink said, I can't tell that senior sister is really hiding something.
Pingguang tossed the bag on his shoulder proudly and said, "That's right. After all, my family had read books by sages for a few days before they fell into decline."
When I walked to the city gate and lined up, I saw at a glance the arrogant guard of the city tower scolding the people going in and out. The guard was still Commander He, but he was much fatter, and his round belly made his armor stand out. He didn't
He recognized me, and I was not willing to use the name of Prime Minister Liu to suppress him anymore, so I lined up quietly in the queue, watching them look at me with an expressionless face.
Walking into the Imperial City, everyone was almost silent, and no one made any sound of admiration for its prosperity.
Pick up a smiling flower and think about the changes in the world. In the end, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose.
The sun and the moon wax and wane with each other. Wealth and wealth cannot last forever. My appearance this morning is older than last night.
With a wide eyebrow between your eyebrows, looking at a scene of human life, who wouldn’t taste the joy and sorrow?
The sea is endless and the grievances are hard to calculate. Yesterday is not today and should be forgotten.
The waves are rolling, the people are insignificant, the youthful bird has flown away, even though it is wandering in the wind and waves through the ages.
The wind is rustling, the people are insignificant, and the grass in the mountain is knifed with joy, and the various flavors of love and hate are swayed by the wind!
A very old song was sung softly from his lips unconsciously, and Ping Guang felt tears well up in his eyes when he heard it. The expressions on the faces of the fellow apprentices and sisters became even more ugly.
She patted her face and cursed herself for being stupid, but she didn't know what to say. Pingguang said that she hated who comforted me when I was sad, because they all said the same thing, even though they tried their best.
Don't think about it, but those comforting people keep mentioning it.
I nodded and said, yes, it was like a thorn. Every time I said it, my heart would hurt, and then I followed them silently on the busy street.
Passing by Xihe Tower, I secretly said a few words to Pingguang. She nodded and never forgot to tell her: "Remember to come back before Guancheng Gate. We will wait for you at the city gate."
He thanked her with a smile, said a few words to his fellow apprentices and sisters, and then ran away proudly.
The Jinjiang River flows quietly. Because it is the shallow water season, the riverbed on the bank is lightly exposed. Boathouses are moored on the bank in twos and threes, making it even more peaceful and peaceful. The Jinjiang River at this time is of elegance and indifferent beauty.
"I have tried making wooden movable type, but it is difficult to carve because the general wood texture is uneven. Furthermore, wooden movable type is easily deformed when exposed to water and heated, and it is difficult to separate when it is stuck together with chemicals, so I still
I think it would be better to use mud." He breathed into the air, looking at the boats in the river covered with white mist.
The fog on the shore is very heavy, and Qinan is dressed in green, with a clean face and red lips. Reflected on the Jin River on the waterfront, he looks even more immortal, like a god coming to earth.
"Well, the poor clay type monk has already ordered people to start carving. In order to facilitate the selection of characters, he ordered people to put the clay movable type in wooden grids according to rhyme, and put paper strips to mark them. The characters are based on people and the characters are selected according to rhyme."
Qi Nan's smile was a very light, clear smile that made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
There were many people passing by on the roadside. Even though we were already more than a foot away from Qinan, I still felt that it was inappropriate for a nun and a monk to whisper by the river. I didn’t want to either, but we can’t just find a place to sit and talk.
, that’s even more ridiculous. Alas, Qinan is always trapped in the palace by the emperor in the name of printing scriptures.
"Good idea, the Imperial Preceptor is the Imperial Preceptor, smart Ikkyu!" Ikkyu laughed proudly and praised him. Qi Nan's mind is really smart. I just gave him a general introduction to movable type printing, and he did the rest.
I figured it out myself.
"In order to meet the needs of typesetting, several or even dozens of commonly used characters can be prepared for repeated use in the same edition. If you encounter uncommon characters that are not commonly used, you can make them and use them as you like." Qinan said with a smile on his face.
Keep telling me.
"Yes, the method is basically like this. If it is feasible, just prepare a large amount." He looked up at the sky and said, "I also want to see my fourth brother, so I will say goodbye to the master first. I hope the master will not worry too much.
take care."
Seeing what I said seriously, Qi Nan smiled and nodded goodbye. He happily glanced at the fourth brother's boathouse in the distance in the river, and walked towards Yangliu Lane with brisk steps. After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but feel his heart.
I looked back at Qinan with joy. Only the brown branches of the willow trees by the river embankment were left, standing alone and pale on the bank. And Qinan under the tree was the warmth of winter, and that smile warmed my heart.