Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days - Chapter 117

  Chapter 117 [Snowy Snow Winter Dream] The little friend is looking forward to the ice ascending the door, sending plum blossoms to the door[Xiaohan·Fourth]

  The clams and pheasants cried loudly,

  The sound follows the snow into the ink garden.

  No matter if you win,

  Cold pine plum fragrant and carry.

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  A high mountain in the southern part of Qilu, the trees are still quite verdant. But the frost and snow all over the mountains cover up the season of winter.

  Indirectly, the mountain rang out a few sounds that did not resemble the crowing of a cock, which was older and shorter than the crowing of an ordinary rooster.

   Kyushu and Xiaohan walked into the forest in search of a sound. Although the sound was intermittent, it never stopped. It may be that there are these animals all over the mountain, or it may be simply because of the reverberations of the surrounding wilderness, the sound seems to be coming from all directions, echoing in the valley from time to time.

  Snowflakes were scattered everywhere where Osamu passed. Kyushu and Osamu were walking, holding the oil-paper umbrella bought with Koyuki at the time, and no trace of snowflakes fell on Kyushu. Therefore, Kyushu will not be injured by the cold.

As for the oil-paper umbrella, a thin layer of white snow fell on the surface of the red umbrella, making the snowflakes whiter, and the surface of the umbrella was like a red plum hidden under winter snow, coupled with the bamboo handle. Quite a few times Aoxue Lingshuang’s sense of elegance.

   Xiaohan and Kyushu walked quietly, following the mountain path, twisting and turning to a house.

  Before the bamboo fence of the other person, I could smell the faint ink incense following the other person’s study, through the courtyard, and drifting out to the door. Kyushu seemed to see the burnt ink shuttle through the snow, and then bloomed in the snow, and painted it into a painting.

  Two calls came, Kyushu felt familiar, and after looking around, he found a pheasant standing in the courtyard, with fancy feathers incompatible with the vast white surroundings, which was very conspicuous.

  Rao is the pheasant so conspicuous, Kyushu and Xiao Han were also attracted by Mo Xiang, ignoring the creatures on the snow.

   Then there is another burst of plum fragrance, although it is rich but not impetuous, it does not have the pungent and sweet feeling, and it is mostly the fragrance and elegance of the lasting rhyme.

   “It’s better to come in and sit for a distant guest. The humble house is humble and can still tolerate your knees.” The owner of the house greeted him and said to one person and one immortal.

  Welcome one person and one immortal into the house, “Two and warm up with a little thin tea. It’s almost noon, but I have to trouble the two to pick some favorite dishes from my vegetable garden. I will make them for lunch.”

  Drinking some tea, the owner of the house invited Kyushu and Xiaohan to see the work he had just written.

I saw it said: “My family’s washing inkstone head tree, the blossoming flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don’t let people praise the color, just leave the air to be full of the universe.”-This is what the poets of China Shenzhou did in ancient times, indeed It should be the state of mind that the owner of the house appreciates.

   “A clumsy work to present ugliness, the plum petals in the garden floated into the house today, and they just fell on the inkstone platform. Only then did I think of this poem.”

  The owner of the house didn’t treat Kyushu as a child who didn’t understand anything, let alone show off himself, putting on a high-handed appearance.

  Natural literati and writers have their own loneliness, but this kind of loneliness is not the so-called arrogance in the ordinary explanation, but a kind of vigor, a kind of different confuses when facing the things that they are dissatisfied with in life.

  In other words, this kind of loneliness is a kind of being alone on the lofty hills, dipping to the moon, and still unchanged.

  This is the case of the owner of this house, with this lonely height out of dust, living alone in the mountains and forests, drinking fragrant tea, swearing bold ink, and becoming one with the world and nature.

  　Knowledge link: [related knowledge mentioned in this chapter (including some extensions)]

  　　 Xiaohan Sanhou

  　　①Three-time pheasant first rooster (the pheasant begins to call)

  　　 other related

  　　① “The tree on the head of my family’s washing inkstone pool, blossoming with light ink marks. Don’t people praise the color, just leave the fresh air to fill the universe.”: Yuan Dynasty Wang Mian “Momei”

  　　[Part of the information comes from the Internet, and is made by self-integration and interpretation]

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