Finally, the friends who went to the Phoenix Secret Realm to attend the ceremony came back. Qiu Bird Mountain always regained some of its popularity. Everyone rolled up their arms and sleeves to work in the fields, and quickly put away the crops. After taking a break, everyone sat around and chatted.
During this trip to the Phoenix Secret Realm, we discussed various things that happened during the ceremony, but to everyone's surprise, the crow and the little fox were not interested in everyone's discussion. After chatting for a few words, they ran to the nearby grain pile and lay half down.
They were staring at the sky in a daze on the grains. Seeing this, Fengyi and others did not disturb the Crow father and daughter who were enjoying the quiet time, and each found their own things to do.
In the afternoon of bright autumn, on the back side of the grain pile, the crow lay comfortably in its original state, quietly feeling the maturity of autumn and savoring the fulfilling and satisfying life. The little fox next to the crow grabbed two slightly burnt sticks of roasted corn.
, take a bite and eat it from time to time, and after chewing it a few times, he praises his craftsmanship and "threats" to eat roasted corn every day for the next month.
How should I put it? Birdman and Swing have indeed had enough of the chaos in the three realms. During this period, the simple life of harvesting crops made them particularly happy. Now when they hear the discussion of power struggles, they feel inexplicably irritated. They really want to continue this kind of life forever.
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"That's great."
A gust of wind blew, and the aroma of rice and grass seeds in the wind immediately broke into the crow's nostrils. The crow couldn't help but take a deep breath carefully and let out a sigh. The climate in autumn is quite special. It is very cold in the morning and evening, and very hot at noon. If you face it directly at this time,
The sun will definitely make your face red and hot due to its harsh light. Large beads of sweat will keep dripping down. The traces of sweat flowing on your face are like knives cutting the skin, causing pain and itchiness.
——The weather that farmers dislike the most is probably this time. But correspondingly, if you have packed the crops, rest on the back side of the grain pile, half-lying on the soft grain, avoid the sun, and touch the surroundings to feel full and full.
He lit up a bag of cigarettes without the concept of fire prevention. He puffed hard first, and then slowly exhaled the clouds. The clouds floated around the grain piles, and the fragrance of rice returned to his nose. The floating feeling was particularly beautiful -
—This is the favorite season for farmers.
"If you don't make a living from farming, that farm is the most beautiful thing in the world."
Another gust of hot yet cool wind blew. Birdman opened his eyes slightly, looked at the girl next to him who had a mouthful of black ash from food, smiled, said nothing, and continued to look directly at the sky. Autumn.
The sky is also more interesting. It doesn't have the softness of spring, the change of summer, or the indifference of winter. The sky in autumn is particularly empty and "high", with an indescribable pride and inexplicable feeling of spaciousness.
But it's not as deep and boundless as the sea. Autumn clouds generally don't have any shape. Most of them swim in small pieces and are almost never connected into one piece. But if there are large clouds, they must be brilliant, magnificent, and golden.
Unlike summer clouds, which are dark, thick, blurry, and have various shapes, the large clouds in autumn are like a huge mountain floating in the sky. They are very stable and stable, but it is almost difficult to distinguish clearly with the naked eye.
Looking up, you can clearly see the rocks, peaks and trees in the mountains. The scenes are rich, but not colorful, but simply showing gold, white and dazzling platinum. Even if the autumn clouds are just floating quietly in the sky,
But as long as I see it, I can't help but think of the majestic music of drums and gongs. It seems that only this kind of passion and fierceness can match the majestic temperament of the giant autumn clouds, which is more majestic than the Lingxiao Palace in the sky.
"Girl, do you still want to live in Yunshangli?"
When the little fox was a child, he loved watching autumn clouds. Just like now, he would hold various snacks in his hands and stare straight at the golden clouds and mountains in the distance while eating.
There was excitement in her eyes, and it seemed that a fantasy story about Yunshan was playing out in the little guy's mind. When I was a child, I thought Yunshan was the "greatest" mountain because it was really big, beautiful, and "
"Grand", and it must be very soft. If you can live in this kind of golden quilt mountain, you must be the warmest and happiest. Of course, the crow is not as stupid as the little fox. He knows the illusion of the clouds and mountains, but he will often cooperate.
Swing Imagine what it would be like to live in the Golden Cloud Mountain. It should be very warm and happy. The two fools stared at the Golden Cloud Mountain and could talk nonsense all afternoon. It was not until the mother-in-law came over to take them to dinner that the two fools reluctantly left.
When leaving, the little fox will frown and try hard to remember the plot of this fantasy story, hoping to continue it next time. Unfortunately, she always forgets, but it doesn’t matter. Next time it will be a new story, and a new one.
good.
However, since I learned how to ride the clouds and mist, the fantasy of Yunshan on the swing has quickly dissipated. Now I can only lie on the Yunshan and bask in the sun, and never think about living in it again - but it is also very good.
"Chirp~~~~~~~~~"
When the birdman was about to fall asleep, a bird call suddenly came from a location that was neither far nor near nor high nor low. The sound was loud and sweet and lasted for a long time. The crow opened its eyes again and looked around at the place where the sound came from. There was nothing there.
I found something, but I guess there should be a skylark hanging in the air. The skylark is a strange animal. Its cry is not quiet, but it is not noisy at all. On the contrary, it makes people feel at ease and calm. Listening to its cry, I feel at ease.
If you pay attention, you may fall asleep.
He had almost finished eating the roasted corn on the swing. He pulled his tail and wiped his dark little hands, and finally lay down calmly. But he probably wasn't satisfied with the meal. From time to time, this guy kept talking about roasting some more tender corn.
After muttering a few words to himself, the little fox turned to look at his father. Seeing him lying relaxedly on the grain, the little girl immediately grabbed a straw stick and poked the crow.
"Can you be more honest?" The crow flapped its wings and turned to the other side, "I am sleepy in spring, autumn, and summer, and winter and March are the days when I can't wake up. Autumn afternoons are the sleepiest, can't you let me sleep for a while?
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"Dad, why don't you eat corn?" said the little fox. "Don't crows like to eat corn the most? It's so delicious. I want to bake some more."
"Can't you wait until tomorrow?" Crow said angrily, "Can you make some progress? Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll bake it for you. Look at the two you made today, they're all burnt - you can't eat them.
It's so fragrant. I originally wanted to try it, but looking at the way you bake it...oh, I won't eat it."
"We agreed, you will roast it for me tomorrow." The little fox also felt that today's roasted corn was a bit bad. It was a little bitter to eat, but it was not bad. "The old monster seemed to say that it would be good to eat corn braised pork ribs tonight.
Let’s eat it? Hehe~ I really want to try it now. Although our famous Northeastern dish is pork stewed with vermicelli, I actually don’t like to eat vermicelli. I like to eat corn and pork ribs. Of course, if it’s chicken stewed with mushrooms, or
You can also stew a goose in an iron pot..." The little girl kept talking endlessly, trying hard to imagine what would be delicious.
"I said, baby, can you shut up? Dad is sleepy." The crow lazily raised its wings and pointed at the distant cloud mountains, "Baoer, look at that mountain, isn't it beautiful? Look at the brilliance.
It looks brilliant, maybe there’s something delicious hidden inside.”ωωw..net
"Nonsense, there's no way it could be there," Swing said, "It's full of water vapor, how can it possibly hide something delicious?"
"Not sure~ Maybe this cloud mountain is not water vapor~"
"Then I'll fly inside and have a look~"
"Hey~ Why are you flying~ Just watch here~ Just look at it from a distance like you did when you were a child~ Baby, that is not a gathering of water vapor, it is a mountain, a mountain made of clouds, a great mountain, a warm mountain,
There are many shining golden treasures in the mountain, and there are many legendary stories..."
The murmuring crow fell asleep as he spoke, leaving the little fox staring blankly at the clouds and mountains in the distance. The autumn wind blew by, and a kind of comfortable enjoyment and innocent dreams drifted into the distance along the wind.
, floating among the mountains and rivers of Qiutiao Mountain...