The less trouble, the better!
Of course, Yang Fan did not refuse, and smiled: "That person is scouting the way for some beauties in front..."
As he said that, he picked up Little Douding and turned around to walk to the trail on the other side.
Seeing that their good deeds had not come true, the group of angry young people were dumbfounded and had no choice but to whistle to vent their dissatisfaction.
We went up the mountain along the trail with the girls. Because there were few pedestrians here, the snow was rarely damaged. The ground was covered with snow, and the original road could not be seen at all.
But the scenery is indeed very good, the white snow armor seal reflects the sun, making it dizzying.
The higher you go, the less discernible the path is, and you will easily slip if you are not careful.
As soon as Yang Fan picked up Xiaodou, he held a stick in the other hand to explore the path in front. When the stick was inserted deep enough, he reminded: "The snow on the trail is at least two feet deep. Please be careful."
"Is it really that deep?" Xiao Shiyun said with great interest.
As he spoke, he hurriedly took a few steps, almost slipping and screaming in fright.
I didn't expect Xiao Shiyun, who usually looks dignified and elegant, to be so wild.
Seeing this, Yang Fan smiled bitterly.
Fortunately, he was right next to her, and he quickly took her arm and exerted a little force to stabilize her body, which was as light as catkins.
Xiao Shiyun knew that she almost got into trouble. She stuck out her tongue, patted her tall chest and said, "It's really scary, but it's so fun."
The little hands hugged Yang Fan's arm and never let go, and the other women were eager to try when they saw this.
With a wry smile, Yang Fan gently let go of Xiao Shiyun's soft arm and said, "Don't mess around. Watch someone clear the way for Er and others to clear the snow. Each person used a piece of wood to support them and walked up slowly on someone's footprints until they reached the mountain. Play again!”
After saying that, he opened the way directly in front. Yang Fan, who was strong and strong, pushed forward like a humanoid armored vehicle. The girls all stepped on his footsteps.
After finding the location of the mountain path, everyone climbed up the mountain step by step.
When you are tired, you stop to take a rest or enjoy the snow scenery. Everyone supports each other and laughs constantly.
It took more than two hours to climb from the bottom of the mountain to an open area halfway up the mountain.
At this point, the mountain path can no longer be discerned further up, and there is a cliff on one side of the mountain path. It seems that it is impossible to go up any further.
Yang Fan put down the little bean curd, turned around and said, "You can't go up any further. It will definitely be dangerous if you slide down. How about we just sit here and enjoy the snow?"
The girls looked around. Although there were no pavilions or buildings here, the trees and rocks were covered with snow. The scenery was beautiful and pleasant. They all nodded in agreement.
Wu Meiniang, Xiao Shiyun and other ones who were more out-of-the-box took Little Douding to build snowmen and have snowball fights on the flat areas, and had a great time!
Yang Fan spread out his cushions and sat down!
At the foot of Lishan Mountain is Xinfeng County, but it is covered with snow and the outline of the house cannot be seen.
Just the faint smoke from the cooking pots makes people know that the night here is a city of thousands of lights.
There are several plum blossoms not far away, growing unevenly among the rocks.
The plum blossom trees are covered with white snow, and there is a faint fragrance. If you don't see the pink plum blossoms dotted in the white snow, you really can't see these plum blossom trees.
After playing kung fu for a while, Wu Meiniang and Xiao Shiyun sat side by side beside Yang Fan, quietly looking at the white snow at the foot of the mountain as well as the plum blossoms and strange-shaped rocks not far away.
Xiao Shiyun's eyes flashed and she sighed: "Sister Mei Niang, look, this is really a natural ink painting. It's a pity that I don't have paper and pen. Otherwise, if I could draw this beautiful scenery, it would be extremely beautiful, and today's trip to Lishan Mountain would not be in vain!" "
Wu Meiniang nodded slightly, turned her head and bit her red lips gently, looking at Yang Fan with her big eyes in confusion.
She doesn't care about the beautiful scenery, she just hopes that the man in front of her can keep her by her side forever.
Feeling the fragrance of the two women's bodies and feeling the fluctuations in their moods, Yang Fan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Life is so beautiful, how can we not be envious!
Looking at the contrasting colors of the mountains and snow, and the matching of the strange rocks and plum blossoms, it is indeed a picturesque scene.
So he took out the paper, pen and ink like a magic trick, smiled slightly and said: "Since sister Shiyun is so elegant, how can I make you lose your interest?"
Xiao Shiyun did not put on any pretense. For her, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were just basic skills.
She took the pen and paper from Yang Fan's hand, spread out the paper and drew on the floor, showing the demeanor of a romantic and talented woman.
After a few brushes, the beautiful scenery of plum blossoms, strange rocks, and white snow suddenly appeared on the paper.
It's as if this whole world has been put into the picture scroll. There is just an extra family next to the picture, big and small, holding hands, making the picture scroll look full of life and warmth.
However, such a warm scene made Yang Fan fall into deep thought.
It’s the Spring Festival, and it’s not just about whether your friends and relatives across the street from you that day are okay.
Now I am under the same sky as my relatives and friends.
If so, what separates us is not the mountains and snowy distances, but the endless thousands of years of time.
How can I have a warm moment when my relatives and friends meet again?
Yang Fan's eyes were filled with mist as he thought of the relatives and friends he would never see again in his previous life.
That trace of ecstasy and bone-crushing longing stabbed his heart like a sharp force. It was really heart-piercing pain!
He couldn't help but murmur in his mouth: "Don't come in the middle of spring, your eyes are tender and your heart is broken; the falling plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed; the news of the wild geese is unfounded, and it is difficult to dream of returning home after a long journey; separation and hatred are like spring grass, and they will return even further when you travel further." born!"
This poem is a poem by Li Yu, the later master of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
This song "Qingpingle" expresses the author's emotion in the annoying spring scenery and missing his relatives who are far away from home.
The poem says that since we parted, it has already entered the middle of spring.
There was nothing he could see that did not arouse his sadness, making him feel as if his liver and intestines were about to break.
The author got straight to the point and wrote about the specific environment and mood. What made him most sad was the falling plum blossoms under the steps. The white plum blossoms fell one after another from the trees, which made people upset.
It means missing relatives far away. The whole poem is full of emotions about the scenery, trying its best to write out the chaotic scenes and express the deep feelings for the people who are remembered.
This poem is very suitable for Yang Fan's mood at this time. I remember that I liked this poem very much when I was in school. It struck a chord with me, so I chanted it casually.
Xiao Shiyun blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked melancholy: "I have never heard of this poem before, but it is Brother Yang's new work? Why is the poem so sad?"
Um?
Yang Fan was quite surprised. He didn't expect this talented woman to be so sensitive and realize the artistic conception of this poem so quickly.
However, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty who wrote this poem had not yet been born, so he had no choice but to nod his head.
However, Wu Meiniang has a deeper understanding.
She felt the deep longing and sadness in Yang Fan's heart, and looked at Yang Fan worriedly.
Although I don’t know the reason, a pair of small hands couldn’t help but hold Yang Fan’s arm tightly, for fear that he would run away, and whispered softly:
"If you have anything on your mind, please tell me..."
