A thousand miles of flowers
they say there's heaven, there's su-hhang, but the view of the mountain is better than su-hang.
in the early years, there was a yang tree estate, a long way away from the mountain.
under the yang tree tree, a family of two with no three men and two women and only an old son named yang, has black eyes and bright eyes.
everyone says the beads are precious, the flowers are beautiful, but the old man sees his son more valuable than the jewels, and more beautiful than the flowers.
it was harder for the housekeepers to study than it was for the moon to be picked up, but the two of them had to go to school.
speaking of yang's life, he's really a smart kid.
everyone else goes to school in one line and yang goes to school in 10 lines.
one year after another, yang's studies are well-established.
who knows, "break up, grow up, and die before you taste sweet." yang is so sad that on march 3rd of the day of chingming, he says, "you too must go out and play, yang is so hot and warm outside." yang sheng said, "sir, i'm not playing around, i'm going to go to a distance, and i hear there's a mountain, a water, green water, green water, green mountains, and on top of it, there's strange flowers and weeds.
and the gentleman looked at him, and he said, "there are so many rivers, how many mountains to cross, and from now on, there will be no such nonsense." yang didn't say anything, just smile.
the next day, when the sun was not up, yang got up, packed a bag, left the house quietly and headed towards the mountain.
yang's been on the road for days.
this day, it's finally over the mountains.
this is indeed a mountain, with water, with water, with water, with bright trees, with green birds.
yang went around for a day, thinking, "these two days, i saw hundreds of flowers, i saw thousands of good grass, but where are the strange flowers?" yang was looking forward: the clouds covered the hills, and the trees covered the slopes, and the same view, and looked, and looked, and walked forward, and saw a few bright waterfalls, and climbed over a few hills, hundreds of miles, and no smoke.
yang is hungry for fruit and thirsty for spring water.
three more days, one place, and nothing but strange.
an ancient tree like a dragon, full of flowers.
go ahead and see a rock cliff.
it's as steep as a knife.
look up, there's hundreds of high-ups, look carefully, there's still a slip on the rock cliff.
yang went up on his feet, with green light on his leaves, fragrances, birds flying, bees buzzing around her heart.
yang-sheng looked at it, and it was almost dark, and he had a little panic.
there's a big, chilly mountain top, and in this deep mountain forest, there's always a place to hide the wind without looking for a warm house.
yang was thinking, look up.
ah, but it's okayHis eyes, flowers, green grass, flashed a little white light.
Young-sheng followed the path and arrived at a hill when his legs were low.
In the mountains are green grass, red flowers, and a river of green light.
It's the end of the road.
Yang is looking east and west, and suddenly he hears something.
Looking back, huh, a pair of white white geese, swaying and gliding.
Yang was happy and said to himself, "There are geese and there are others." And he looked at the other side of the river with his feet, and behold, behind the willows, the shadow saw a doorhouse.
The ancient saying: "Be at home, be at home, be at home." It's as good as seeing a doorway in this mountain forest.
It's just that there's something about Yang, and he's upset and he says, "How can I cross a river without a boat or a bridge?" All I saw was a white geese pulling his wings up on the bank of the river and lying down at the feet of Yang.
Yang is looking at this white goose, with his head up, half tall, like a boat.
And he's crouching down and he's touching white geese, and he's like, "Oh, white geese, can you take me across the river? "The white geese noded as if they promised him.
Yang was riding on a goose, unable to wave, without the water ringing, and came to the other side of the river in peace.
It's dark again, the road is not familiar, Yang has taken a few steps, and it's strange to say that the building is already in sight.
Under the moonlight, you can see clearly, the black door, the jade steps, and a pair of upstones.
He sat on the rock, waited for a while, was not seen coming out, was waited for a while, or was not seen coming out.
He stood up, his hands touched the door and it squeaked.
And the periphery looked in, and saw not a soul, but a flower.
Yang was surprised, trying to scout into the door and then walking into the two doors, just to see the hall, the pearl door window, the sculptor window, and nothing.
Called twice and no one agreed.
Yang-sheng is in trouble again.
Still not going in? What if I don't go inside? It's good to sit on the bench in the house for a night.
Yang Sheng separated the Pearl Gate curtains and only reached the front foot and heard the bang! He just turned his head and saw who set the fire there, and a pair of candles lit.
Everything is clear and clear, but it's better to pack up in the big room, with a roll-out of paintings on the wall, a pile of old books on the table, a cup of tea on the table, a teapot, a yellow tooth bed, a red bed, a left look, no one.
He went to the table, reached out to pick up an ancient book and sat on his chair and looked.
People who love to paint, people who love to paint, people who love flowers, people who love to see flowers, people who love books, people who love books.
I don't know how many times I've read it, and I'm like, "If it's hot, it's hot!" That's what he just thought, right next to his ear, right nowIt's ringing.
He stopped, listened carefully, and heard nothing.
What I said in my heart: "It's probably my stomach that hasn't eaten a full meal these days." Who knows, his eyes just turned to the book and his ears were so loud.
He didn't want to go to school, put it back on the table.
It was only then that he saw the head of the hall and there was an ear room.
There's someone there.
Maybe the noise came from there.
Young-sheng had just walked a few steps, and the embroidered curtains on the door of the earhouse had been lifted.
He went in, and the curtains fell.
There were two steam cages in the ear room, and there was a canteen sitting on the stove, and the red flame flashed to it, and it didn't ring; and it was flashing at that.
Yang can't tell you how happy, you know, how many days he hasn't had a sip of hot water.
He looked at the water in the pot and remembered that there was a teapot in the hall.
Ha! Open the teapot and there's tea in it.
It's not just any tea, but it's the smell of tea, a bowl and a bowl.
Drinking on the third bowl is enough.
He turned his head and saw the heat coming from both sides of the door.
He went into the ear room again, and, God, something weirder happened: the steam cages were hot, the steam cages were out, a bowl of rice soup, four dishes, five tarts.
Weared for 10 days, we were starving, and Yang was starving and eating.
Yang is fed, drunk and unconsciously asleep.
Wake up, the sun is bright, and Yang is even more surprised, and he doesn't know who's covered in red.
He jumped out of bed, looked inside and outside, and he didn't see anyone.
If you want to go, you can't just walk away from the owner's tea.
Yeung-sheng is a young man who thinks to his left or stays.
As long as he is thirsty, the canteen rings, and as long as he is hungry, the steam cage takes heat.
He waited a day, another day, a full month.
He came in early March, and it's early April.
On that day, Yang was pouring flowers in the yard and suddenly heard the door squeaking and his heart fell like a stone.
But when the owner returns! He turned around and looked out.
Hey! Incoming is a 17-year-old daughter.
The face of my daughter Dandan, the face, the red lips, the handsome, the sky, the ground.
Yang, in his red face, said, "Sister, I ate your family's food, drank your tea, your mother's mother, where are you?" My daughter had to bend over and smile and say, "This is my home." Yang Sheng still can't believe him and asks, "What about your brother and brother?" And my daughter smiled, and then after a while, she said, "I'm alone, and I know you're here all month long, and it's hot, and the sun's poisoned, so let's go to the house and talk." Yang's face gets redder, and I don't want to say, "Big sister, I've seen you todayI want to go back." My daughter suddenly stopped laughing and bowed her head and said, "Yang, you're the best in the world, but you're rich and powerful and you're black.
We live here, and I plant you, and I'll tell you to lay a tree on the mountain, which is not better than you being the plague." Yang Sheng thought that she was right, that she wanted to stay here and that she felt bad.
My daughter smiled and handed him the cutter from her hand, holding her hand in the lobby.
Yang and her daughter became husband and wife, and you loved me just like her.
They poured flowers under the moon and planted trees in the clouds.
It's fast.
It's spring.
On this day, my daughter suddenly sheds tears and says, “O Yang, our husband and wife will be separated tomorrow.” Yang was surprised to say, "How can you say such a thing when we're not having a fight and we're not having a red face?" My daughter listened to Yang's words, and she cried.
She said, "O Yang Sheng! To tell you the truth today, I'm a police fairy who has lived in the sun and the moon for over 500 years and is in great distress tomorrow.” Yang consoled her by saying, "Don't think about it.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
What else could happen?" My daughter said, "You don't know, Master Kyuri is coming to the mountains tomorrow.
Three thousand men in the front, three thousand in the back, one in the water, one in the house, one in the hill, and one in the house.
If he saw my body, he had to take it out and I couldn't stay here.
Yang-sheng, this is the hard way to break up our husband and wife and kill me alive." After the police fairy had spoken, he cried again.
Yang Sheng was in a hurry, and he said, "We're married and we're dead together, so he can't take your body away with me as long as he can." It hurts like a steel knife.
It doesn't matter if he dies.
She's thinking about it.
There's only one way.
She said, "Yang Sheng, you don't have to hurry, just listen to me, the emperor comes and we can't break up." Yang was sitting next to his wife, listening to what she had to do with Master Yuan, and how she could be reunited。