The plum tablet

in the early years, hangzhou had a skilled old stoner.

the old stoner carved a stone for life, carved a stone for life and had white beards.

there's nothing else.

it's just a good trade.

the old quartz is old, has a hunch, has eyes, but he's still on the mountain.

one day, a stone of white flowers was found beneath the foot of the south mountain, as if it were a shadow of a tree.

a shadow of plum, like a stone.

the old stoner's hand stretches on a rock, flat, light, like the white tan of the girl's daughter-in-law.

the more the old stoner liked it, the more he couldn't leave, the more he took his whole body to dig up the rock and went back to his family.

the old quartz looked at the stone for three months, touched it for three months and thought of three months before he did it.

this rock is so hard! it's only a drop, and it's only a few marss.

but the old stoner didn't lose heart, he didn't discourage, he just sculpted it.

and the hammers, and the petals of 10 days, and the flowers of 100 days, and after a month and a month, and after a year and a year, the old stoner carved them, day and night, and finally carved the plum on the stone.

the clubs are carved.

what a beautiful plum, with a spring wind towards the sun and a tree full of white and white.

the old stoner's heart was sick, and the old stoner died on the side of the plum.

the old stoner had no children, no estate, and everyone respected him, buried him in a common land, and put the last plumstone he had carved on the top of his grave.

it's been a long time.

strange things happen! and the plumes on the tablets will come to a meeting, and every spring other trees will be sprout, and the plumes on the tablets will be blooming; in the summer, the other trees will be green, and the plumes on the tablets will be on the plumes; in the autumn, when the leaves on the tablets will not be left, the plum trees on the tablets will begin to fall; and in the winter, the north-west wind will turn the other plumes and the trees on the tablets on the sides of the tablets, and they will not move.

this tablet also predicts the weather: when the sky is clear, it is bright and bright; when the sky is dark, it is mist and halogenated; and when it is about to rain, it is heavy and wet.

from this tablet, people know the times and the weather is raining.

with this tablet, farmers plough the ground without misarrangement; it is the right of the people who leave the business.

everyone loves this tablet as a baby.

a year in the spring, hangzhou came to an officer.

the chief has heard of this wonderful stone.

shortly after his arrival in hangzhou, he took a group of his men to the grave of the old stoner and saw that the plumes that had been carved on the tablets were there.

he was very happy to go back and talk to master doghead and build a gate next to the old stoner's grave, build a wall, put the stonestone around the back garden, and put it out in the high ground: this is a common landcivil servants are not allowed to enter.

it's strange to say that this stone is encircled in the garden of the governor, and in less than two days, the plumes on the tablets are gradually grateful.

and from then on, no matter whether the sky rains, the tablets remain heavy and wet.

gradually, the tablets were covered with moss, not only with no radiance, but also became ugly.

for this reason, the officers are tired of eating and sleeping, and they've been spinning around the tablets all day.

when the master saw him, he came here to offer his plan: “my lord, i see it's because the earth is damp, and if a fire burns under the foot of the stone, it'll dry the tide.” it's a good idea to get people to move in to do firewood.

burning on the top of an old quartz.

as soon as the fire reached the tablets, it burst, and the flames of the bears were so far away that the gates and gardens were burned.

the officers and the master could not escape and burned to death.

the fire burned for three days and three nights, burning the gate into rubble, leaving only a half-charted flagpole in front of the gate.

that's how this wonderful stone was destroyed! today, there are two names left in the eastern city of hangzhou: one called the “plum tablet” and the other called the “focal flag pole”。