On this day, Li Xiaolan and Li Zhiwen, two brothers and sisters, and Hui Neng were herding cattle on the grassland in Shilihewan. I don't know if the grass on that meadow was not fresh enough, or the cattle wanted to change their taste, but they took advantage of them not paying attention. Head straight towards the morning glory mountain on the opposite side.
It was the hot summer season, and the heat in the south of the Yangtze River was overwhelming, like a big furnace. But in Funiu Mountain, the breeze blows slowly, and the mountain is full of aura and vitality. Mountain flowers are blooming, and Huanghuali, camphor and other rare flowers and trees surround the mountains and ridges, forming a green treasure house. The mountains are covered with green forests, white clouds and green mountains, and the scenery is charming. There is a wide open area halfway up the mountain, with a flat river, like a small plateau.
The small plateau has green grass, dense forests, a cool breeze, and extremely fresh air. It is simply a natural oxygen bar and a summer resort.
Li Zhiwen and the four of them were inadvertently brought to this charming Funiu Mountain by Niu'er. Their eyes lit up and they cheered.
"Brother Aneng, look, the shape of this mountain is more like a crouching cow. There are clusters and rows of flowers blooming so brilliantly..." Li Xiaolan took Huineng's hand and jumped up and down. Walk over there.
"What is this flower called?" Li Xiaolan asked, laughing and shaking his right hand enthusiastically.
When Huineng was five years old, he went to collect mountain herbs with his mother. He heard his mother introduce the names, origins and medicinal properties of more than a dozen flowers and plants.
Huineng stretched out his left hand and picked a crimson flower that bloomed exceptionally brightly. Li Xiaolan knelt down considerately, sat among the flowers and untied the two braids, her hair flowing elegantly in the wind. , the whole person becomes delicate and charming...
The truth is: I hope the flowers will be beautiful, and I hope everyone will be happy.
Huineng originally wanted to put the flowers in the two little braids on her head, but unexpectedly the girl's thoughts were too difficult to guess...
Facing Li Xiaolan's flowing hair, Huineng seemed clumsy and unable to do anything.
Li Xiaolan looked back and smiled, then raised her hand to deftly comb her flowing hair into a fringed bun...
Huineng had a clear connection with his mind and put the flower in his bun... At this time, a pair of birds circled over their heads. Huineng was moved by the scene and remembered the "Heavenly Match" in Huangmei Opera, and couldn't help but sing:
Birds in pairs on the tree
Green water and green mountains bring smiles
Just pick a flower
My wife and I wear hair salons
…
Li Xiaolan deliberately interrupted his song: "People ask you what kind of flower it is? What you are asking is not what you are singing about."
Huineng lowered his head, thinking about how to answer.
As he lowered his head and thought, his eyes inadvertently rested on her fair and smooth complexion. A few strands of soft hair hung down to her chest like blue clouds. Set against the old and light white shirt, they appeared black and white, making her even more charming. …
Hui Neng's heart was pounding and he couldn't help blurting out: "People sing because of their feelings, and the singing voice represents the voice of the heart."
At this time, I saw Li Xiaolan's charming expression, her eyes were like autumn water, and she was so charming. Seeing Huineng looking at her intently, a blush appeared on her pretty face. She lowered her head shyly and said angrily: "Wen Fei sang..."
"Oh...oh...yes, this flower is called morning glory." Huineng, who was usually articulate, became a little bit annoyed.
"Morning glory? The name of this flower is quite interesting. Why is it called morning glory?" Li Xiaolan asked knowingly.
"Want to know where morning glories come from?" Huineng looked at her and said.
"Speak quickly!" Li Xiaolan urged from the side.
…
Huineng scratched his head and said: "I remember when I was a child, my mother took me here to escape the summer heat. I saw this mountain moving like a man leading a cow, so I asked curiously: "Mother, why is this like this? Does the mountain look like a man leading a cow? "
So, my mother told me the following story:
In the past, this place was a plain. One year, a landslide occurred in this area, turning the plain here into several large mountains. And at some point, a mountain shaped like a man's morning cow suddenly appeared. The people here named it "Mountain of the Cow".
When Huineng talked about this, he couldn't remember the story his mother had told him, so he changed the subject and said: "There are two villages at the foot of Qianniu Mountain, which are Xialu Village and Houliang Village where we live now..."
"What happened next?" Long Xiaolan asked, blinking.
"Later... a man named Huineng and a man named Li Xiaolan were brought into Qianniu Mountain by the big buffalo, and they sat here and talked about ancient times!" Huineng said with a laugh.
"You're talking nonsense, it's not like that." Li Xiaolan pouted and said.
"How could it not be like that? Didn't Li Xiaolan just sit here and listen to Huineng telling stories?" Huineng deliberately teased her again.
Li Xiaolan stood up, and while Huineng wasn't paying attention, she suddenly twisted his ears and said loudly: "See if you dare to quibble, I'll twist your ears!"
"It hurts, it hurts... Sister Alan, please forgive me. I really don't remember it. Can I tell you a story about my personal experience?" Huineng said in a pretentious manner.
When Li Xiaolan heard what Huineng said, she let go and said, "Okay! I'd like to hear your story."
"Yeah." Huineng opened his mouth, and the things he had personally experienced flowed out of his mouth, just like the mountain stream on the Altair Mountain:
One night, it was almost one o'clock, and I was still awake in bed. Suddenly, I heard a "rustling" sound on the tiles in the hall. I didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was the sound of mice walking on the roof, and ignored it. it.
But after half an hour, the sound not only did not disappear, but was also mixed with "puff" sounds from time to time.
I pricked up my ears and listened for a while, and finally I heard clearly that it was not done by mice, but by someone climbing up the roof beam.
At that time I thought: This person must be a thief.
So he got up and opened the door to ask someone to catch the thief.
But then I thought: Even if the thief is caught this time, there is no guarantee that he will not become a thief again in the future. It is better to give him some enlightenment and education.
I walked out of the dormitory, knocked on the door of my mother's room, and asked her to gather in the hall.
At this time, it was already the second watch. My mother was fast asleep. When she heard my knock on the door, she was awakened. So she hurried to the hall and asked: "Aneng, what's the matter? The door was called at midnight." "
I raised my head, looked at the roof and sighed, and said: "I remembered the principles of life and doing things, so I couldn't sleep at night, so I asked my mother to come out and give her words in person. I hope she will remember it!"
After hearing what I said, my mother felt that it was nothing important. She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but said, "If you have anything to say, you can wait until tomorrow. Why do you have to call the door in the middle of the night to let me out?"
Seeing that nothing serious happened, my mother wished she could go back to her room and go to bed early.
I did not delay and said loudly: "Although I am not old, I know a little about the way of life. My father does not have any property to bring me. He only hopes that I and my descendants will study hard and be a serious person so that I can find a legitimate job in the future." As for your profession, the most important thing is not to act like a rat or a dog or a thief, but to imitate others and be a gentleman, thereby incurring humiliation for generations to come.”
The thief squatting on the roof beam knew this very well. After hearing what I said, his face was full of shame, and the thief quietly left my house.
Later, the thief wrote a letter and sent it to my house. In the letter he wrote a poem:
The words of gold, stone and jade are in my ears,
Better than kidnapping me.
The gentleman in Liang Shang no longer does it,
An upright person should obey.
"Soon, my mother spread the word about this incident, so people in our village praised me for doing a good job." Huineng said proudly after finishing his story.
