When I came to the gate, I used some rice grains and pressed them into a ball to make a paste. I kneaded it into a ball and handed it to the squirrel. The squirrel held it and rode on the head of the lone wolf. Fangzheng held the Spring Festival couplets and wrote the words at the gate.
: "How's the height? Is it crooked or not?"
The squirrel saw it correctly and shouted: "Click to the left, click up to the right corner, that's it! That's it!"
Fang Zheng took the rice balls and pasted the couplet on the door.
The first couplet is: Goodwill is actually a Zen thing;
The second couplet is: Compassion is also a spiritual place.
Hengpi: Not a monk!
The couplets belong to others, but Hengpi belongs to him. The life on the mountain is harsh and lonely. He is still young and his heart cannot calm down at all. He also yearns for the life at the foot of the mountain, the freedom of running among the mundane world, rather than being a guard.
A monk in the temple. Therefore, he added the last horizontal comment himself, which was regarded as a self-deprecation for himself.
Looking at this couplet, Fang Zheng finally felt the flavor of the New Year and chuckled, "It's quite pretty."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" At this moment, the squirrel called.
Fangzheng said in astonishment: "You also want Spring Festival couplets? I don't know where your home is, how can I post Spring Festival couplets for you?"
Squirrel: "Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
"What? You want to move here? You've already chosen a nest? What? You want to live in a Bodhi tree? Uh... Then there's no tree hole for you to live in, right? Why am I building a house for you? Why?"
Fang Zheng shouted in displeasure.
However, Fangzheng still took a long flower pot and tied it to the branches of the Bodhi tree.
There is no way, Fangzheng doesn't have a hammer, nails, or wooden boards, so he can't make a beautiful little nest for the little squirrel. But since this guy lives in a tree hole, it should be no problem to use a jar instead.
But, why did this little guy blow his beard and glare at him when he saw his new home, and didn't even have to look at him? Fang Zheng patted his bald head and suddenly remembered, he took it wrong, this is not a flower pot, this is what he had back then.
The urinal... It's been a long time, and I almost forgot about it. When I was picking something, I saw it looked familiar, so I took it.
But Fang Zheng would never say these words, otherwise the squirrel would definitely scratch a few paw prints on his bald head.
However, Fang Zheng still changed the squirrel to a bigger and more beautiful flower pot. The little guy got in it with satisfaction, and then jumped up and down on Fang Zheng's shoulder. If Fang Zheng's head wasn't too smooth, he would have jumped on his head.
went.
For the first time, Fang Zheng felt that his bald head still had advantages...
Now that the house is ready, let’s write Spring Festival couplets!
Tear off a small piece of red paper that is as wide as two little fingers. Fang Zheng took a writing brush and clearly wrote a line of words on the small piece of paper. It was still a dragon and Buddha document. The writing was grand and full of Zen.
First couplet: People rejoice in prosperous times;
Second line: Rat heralds a good year;
Hengpi: There are squirrels in the house
The little guy couldn't understand it, but he was still very happy.
Seeing this, Lone Wolf was not happy and immediately asked for a couplet.
The lone wolf came early, and Fang Zheng built him a kennel out of scrap wood, so there was no need to go to the trouble of building another kennel for him.
Then write Spring Festival couplets?
As a result, Fang Zheng searched and found himself in a dilemma! Anyone who mentions wolves on the Internet is usually scolding wolves, which is not a good word. What should we do?
Fang Zheng glanced at the cute lone wolf and chuckled, "Do you recognize this word?"
The lone wolf shook his head.
Fang Zheng snapped his fingers and it was easy to handle! With a stroke of his pen...
First couplet: Lanterns hanging over the Buddhist door;
Second line: The jade dog guards the atrium;
Horizontal comment: There are dogs but no thieves
They are all pasted up, and the last red paper is gone.
Almost at the same time, the brush and ink in his book turned into a golden light and disappeared.
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "Are you too impatient? You are stingy..."
After cursing a few words, he felt extremely comfortable, but it was not enough to have couplets during the Chinese New Year, you also had to have colored lanterns! But where would he get the lanterns?
Fangzheng had an idea and thought of the old monk's ice lantern! So he ran to the backyard, took out a big iron bucket, and filled two full buckets of water!
The water cup was also filled with water and placed in the yard.
A few hours later, the water in the bucket froze. Fangzheng knocked it and found it was quite strong and ready for use!
Fang Zheng then carried the big bucket into the kitchen and placed it next to the fire. The big bucket was rotating and roasting, and soon the connection between the ice and the bucket became loose.
Fang Zheng took the bucket out again, smashed a hole in the ice on top of the bucket, poured out the unfrozen water inside, then flipped the bucket onto the ground and lifted it up gently!
The big iron bucket was lifted up, and a bucket-shaped ice lamp appeared! The rootless purified water is extremely clean. After freezing, there is no impurity at all. It is like crystal, so beautiful! It just has no edges and corners. If it is polished into the shape of a diamond,
, Fang Zheng estimated, no worse than diamonds!
Fang opened another hole on the ice lantern for ventilation, and then happily lifted the ice lantern out and placed it on the wall of his house. Then he chose a candle, lit it, and put it into the ice lantern. Since there was a ventilation hole on it,
There is no need to worry about extinguishing due to lack of oxygen. At the same time, the ice lamp is surrounded by ice protection, and there is no need to worry about the wind blowing out the candle.
Although the flame of the candle is not beautiful, it is also extremely gorgeous when reflected by the round ice crystals of the bucket. Occasionally, a breeze blows in, and the flames flicker and tremble. The light outside flickers and trembles, like neon, which is very beautiful.
!
Sure enough, after seeing this ice lantern, the little squirrel and the lone wolf couldn't stand it any longer. They jumped up and down and wanted an ice lantern of their own.
Fang Zheng smiled and scolded: "You two guys, want ice lanterns? OK, go get water yourself!"
The lone wolf and the squirrel immediately ran to fetch water. Soon, there was an ice lantern made of a small water cup in front of the squirrel's den, and a large ice lantern was placed at the door of the lone wolf. However, there were no candles in these two ice lanterns.
The solution was that Fang Zheng only had a few candles, so there was no way they would be wasted, so he used them all.
Even so, the wolf and the squirrel were very happy.
Fang Zheng also became more playful and decided to follow the law and make more ice lanterns to put on the mountain. After all, he was idle!
At this moment, footsteps came from outside. Judging from the sound, there were quite a few people.
Fang Zheng rolled his sleeves and went out to check the situation. He saw Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo, Yang Ping, Yang Hua, and Song Ergou, a group of men and women, coming up the mountain with handbags on their shoulders.
Fang Zheng was a little confused, what is going on?
Time goes back to morning...
"What are you doing?" Song Ergou put down the broom, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the long table placed at the end of the village, and walked over in confusion and asked.
"Uncle, it's like this. The government encourages culture to go to the countryside. Isn't this the New Year? Everyone has to post Spring Festival couplets. In previous years, everyone bought ready-made couplets, which lacked a lot of cultural atmosphere. We are volunteers from the County Calligraphy Association. Come here
I'm here to help you write Spring Festival couplets on the spot, which is considered as cultural outreach to the countryside and to send blessings." A young man stroked his eyes and said with a smile.