Xiaolin didn't leave. Although he was tempted by Yun Zheng and left the car's cabin twice, he still sat back firmly.
"Knowing that it's false, I'm still moved by what you said. Weird, powerful, chaotic, and divine. You, a scholar, are very strange. Anyone who offends others will kill them quickly. You keep saying You read the book of saints and sages, but you don’t have any respect for them. I even thought that you read books about saints and sages, so you probably don’t have any respect for him, right?"
Yun Zheng smiled and shook his head and said: "That's not the case. This is just a reaction of a small person. Facing the eminent monks, I am insignificant. Facing the eminent monks like you, I am also insignificant. I am just like a beggar holding his own arms. The leftover bits of moldy dry biscuits are not worth mentioning to a person with a full stomach, but to a beggar, it is everything. If someone comes to rob it, he will not hesitate to risk his life for it."
Xiao Lin pointed to Yun Er, who was sleeping soundly, and said to Yun Zheng, "Is this your piece of dry biscuit?"
Yun Zheng nodded seriously and said: "That's true, so you tell the monk it's best not to fight with me. I will definitely fight for it."
"Brother, I won't leave you." Yun Er, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly stretched out his hands and asked Yun Da to hug him, and he burst into tears in a flash.
Yun Da picked up Yun Er and held him in his arms, constantly comforting him: "Don't cry, don't cry. If my brother doesn't leave you, he won't send you to become a monk." Unexpectedly, the more he comforted him, the more miserably Yun Er would cry. Bancou, who had just understood what was going on, hugged one of Yun Er's legs tightly and begged Yun Da not to send Yun Er to become a monk. The three of them hugged each other and cried loudly.
Taoist Xiaolin's eyes turned red. At this moment, he felt that what Monk Wugou did was too cruel. Seeing the three people crying, he slapped the shaft of the carriage hard and said, "It doesn't matter, Wugou Bald Donkey." He is still a reasonable person. Since you don't want to, he will definitely not have the intention of bullying the weak. He can't do such a thing, so it doesn't matter. I will tell him now and ask him not to do it. This is such an unscrupulous thing."
The three of them watched the old Taoist disappear at the edge of the narrow path, and slithered onto the cliff like an ape. Their mouths opened in surprise. When they saw him, he grabbed the tree vines and swung to the other side of the cliff. Only then did they confirm that he was a hermit. Master.
"Brother, I'm hungry!" Yun Er said to Yun Zheng, looking enviously at the old man walking away.
"I remember there was an open space at the foot of the mountain. We lit a fire there and warmed up the food we brought. We treated it as a picnic." Bacon, with red eyes, heard what the brothers said and was more excited than seeing the experienced mountain climber. I'm also surprised that just now I was still heartbroken, but in an instant I was discussing how to eat and drink.
Seeing Yun Zheng smiling and slapping the old cow on the butt, she knew this time that the two young masters were just pretending and deliberately deceived the old master to completely solve this problem. Thinking that the young master did not have to become a monk, she changed her mind. Gotta be happy.
It is not the Shang Dynasty, so there are almost no pedestrians on Wuchi Road. There is no one in the long pavilion on the roadside specially used for farewell. The quality of Song people is obviously higher than that of later generations. There are many people in the pavilion. Firewood. At this time, you always need to warm a few glasses of wine to say goodbye to old friends. Only after you are emboldened by the wine can you have the courage to go on the road. Anyone who uses the firewood in the pavilion will try their best to make up for it. There are also hanging wooden pegs on the beams and pillars. He was carrying a small bag of brown rice and a small piece of salt, also prepared for hungry travelers.
When Bacon was making porridge, he specially put a bowl of rice in it and poured it into the cloth bag. He shyly said to Yun Zheng, "My servant has stolen the rice in it before and never had the chance to return it."
Yun Zheng smiled brightly, and kept the polished rice he brought home to make porridge. He poured the remaining rice into the cloth bag in the pavilion. He kept complaining in his heart, why didn't he know this place when he was hungry?
Is there any food that can be eaten for free?
The new grass in spring was soft and green. After Yun Er ran twice in the grass, his pants were covered with green grass pulp. His kite couldn't fly. Yun Zheng helped him fly the kite.
Yanzi put the paper kite in the air and returned to the fire. He motioned to Bacon to play with Yun Er. He evenly spread salt on the chicken that Lai Ba gave him, wrapped it with leaves, and then wrapped it in mud.
, bury it in the fire and let it roast. After the porridge is cooked, it should be cooked.
Seeing Bancou running around dragging her butterfly paper kite, she shook her head and walked over, helping her put the kite up as well. Seeing that the two of them were shouting and having a good time, she felt relieved and held her hand from her arms.
I took out a volume of "Chu Ci" and read it slowly.
"Sorrow is shaking in the wind, and my heart is filled with grievances and internal injuries. Things are subtle and have fallen nature, and sounds are hidden but first raised. Why is Peng Xian's creation of thoughts and ambitions unforgettable! How can the ever-changing emotions be covered?
Come on, what kind of hypocrisy can last! Birds and beasts sing to call the flock, and the grass and twigs are not fragrant..."
I just happened to read this article "Sad Return to the Wind" yesterday. The most important thing when reading a book is to integrate into the artistic conception of the article, whether it is grief and anger, joy, sorrow, or heroism. Only in this way can we resonate and have a new perspective on an article.
understand.
But when Yun Zheng reads "Chu Ci", he can't always find the rhythm. This is because he has too little understanding of the world. In the past, he thought it was because of the era he lived in, but now in the Song Dynasty, he can't find the same rhythm.
Or should we go to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period next time? Yun Zheng smiled bitterly. To put it bluntly, his understanding of "Chu Ci" was far from adequate.
The noise came from the narrow passage. The group of young ladies had had enough fun and started to walk back. Yun Zheng ignored them. When they left the temple, even Liang Qi, who talked to him the most, didn't wait for him.
These people are destined to be from different walks of life. Since they are from different walks of life, they should pretend not to know each other when they meet.
At least Xiao Wugen did this. His mule cart roared down the mountain road, seeming to show off its driving skills. Those who dared to race on the narrow road were all 250. In order to rest and renovate Doucha Pass some time ago, Yun Zheng remembered
There are two piles of earth that have not been transported away. It seems that they were prepared by the general to raise the platform a little higher. I don't know if they have been transported away now.
A mule cart could easily pass by, but if they raced like this, the cart would probably overturn.
Yun Zheng stretched his neck to see the good show, but he didn't see it. Miss Lan Lan from the county magistrate's family discovered the paper kites flying in the sky and thought they were extremely delicate. The paper kites they put in their house were all made of a flat plate, which was made by Yun Zheng.
It is so exquisite that the two paper kites flying in the air seem to come alive.
Seeing them reining in the reins, Yun Zheng shook his head in disappointment, then turned a big bend and reached the mound...