At the foot of Chuncheng Mountain, a red horse is walking through the forest. At a glance, it looks like a lone boat bumping on the river drifting into the dusk!
It's late spring, and the rain in the mountains is like a child's face. It changes three times a day, sometimes cloudy and sunny, windy and rainy. Once the evening passes, the rain is like a broken bead, lingering and lingering. The rain is falling, and I don’t know how long it will fall. The streets and lanes are misty and rainy, as if they are covered with thin gauze paper, and I can’t see clearly...
The four plaques with gold characters on a black background that read "Jingliu Restaurant" were eroded by the wind and rain, and had long since become tarnished. However, this did not affect the guests in the restaurant. The rain had been falling for a long time, but instead the place felt cold. After Lu Xiang drank a cup of hot tea, he sat quietly by the window and watched the big raindrops hitting the bluestone under the eaves. The splashing mist seemed to fall into his heart. In the distance, a brilliant cherry blossom tree was in the rain. Gradually it comes to an end...
"Brother Qin, this time Chuncheng Mountain is more dangerous than martial arts, so you must be careful when you go there and don't be reckless, so as not to cause trouble. I will wait for your news at Jingliu Restaurant tomorrow!"
This was what he told Qin Mi before leaving last night. After thinking about it for a while, he put down the teacup in his hand and stood up. The words seemed to be still ringing in his ears, but the world was as he expected, and everything happened quietly. Something unexpected happened...
Qin Mi finally came, and there was no mistake. However, when he came, there was no light in the restaurant, and he was still sitting by the window. He lit an oil lamp for him and filled him with two bowls. During the meal, the light reflected his wet clothes and haggard face. Perhaps he had been in the rain for too long, but he could not feel the cold. From his sad words, Lu Xiang learned that Qi Song was shot in the ankle by a random arrow. In addition, the poisonous gas attacked his heart, and unfortunately he was poisoned and died, while Zhao Chian and Feng Ye disappeared without a trace!
The rain outside the window was still falling endlessly, like falling into a bottomless abyss. Lu Xiang sighed deeply: "Brother Qin, I'm sorry for everything!"
"Senior Lu, Qingming Festival is in two days. Tomorrow is the Cold Food Festival. I want to go to the market!"
His words were calm and gentle, but Lu Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard them: "Well, Hanshi Qingming, I have plans, I will bring my family with me tomorrow, and we will go out for a walk together!"
"good!"
It rained all night in spring. On the fourth day of April, the sky cleared up and the morning light gradually appeared. There was already a sea of people at the foot of Chuncheng Mountain. Look at the roadsides, watersides, and under the bridges... Some people kowtow, some offer wine, and some Some cried, some scattered money, some burned paper...
The willow branches on the river bank were tied with paper flowers. A group of women rowed on the water, closed their eyes and made a wish to the river god. Then they put the hibiscus lanterns in their hands into the water. The lanterns were spread by ripples and slowly floated away...
Exactly: Paper money is fluttering on the tail of the boat. When leaving the city, it is always a boat to go to the grave. The fallen leaves in the wasteland are never swept away. The famous flowers in the scenic spots are destined to each other!
"Father, what is the Cold Food Festival? Why do we need to offer sacrifices?" Xueer raised her head and asked curiously!
Lu Xiang said as he walked: "Let me tell you a story about the Cold Food Festival: During the Spring and Autumn Period, in order to let her son Xi Qi succeed to the throne, Li Ji, the concubine of Duke Xian of Jin Dynasty, set up a poisonous plot to kill the crown prince Shen Sheng. Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide. His younger brother Chong'er lived in exile in other countries for nineteen years to avoid disaster. During this period, the minister Jie Zitui always followed him and never left him. In order to save Chong'er, he cut a piece of meat from his own leg and roasted it on the fire for Chong'er. Eating, this is where the idea of "cutting off one's legs to eat the king" comes from! Nineteen years later, Chong'er finally became a king. He worked hard to govern and became a famous king of the generation - Duke Wen of Jin! However, Jie Zitui did not seek wealth and retired to Mianshan with his mother. In order to force him to come out of the mountain to meet each other, Duke Wen of Jin ordered the mountain to be set on fire. Jie Zitui refused to come out of the mountain and was eventually burned to death. Duke Wen of Jin was grateful for his loyalty and buried him in Mianshan. He found that Jie Zitui had an inscription on his clothes. A bloody poem: I cut my flesh to serve you with all my loyalty. I hope my lord will always be clear and clear, and ghosts under the willows will never be seen again. It is better than accompanying you as an admonition minister. If your lord has me in your heart, remember me and always reflect on yourself. I will have a clear conscience in Jiuquan, and be diligent and clear in my work. Qingming Festival! Duke Wen of Jin hurriedly hid the blood book in his sleeve and buried Jie Zitui and his mother under the charred willow tree! In order to commemorate Jie Zitui, Jin Wen Gong ordered that Mianshan be changed to Jieshan, ancestral temples be built, and On the day of Jie Zitui's death, fire and cold food were forbidden to express his condolences. The next year, Duke Wen of Jin led his officials to climb a mountain to pay homage. When they walked to the tomb, they saw that the willow tree had come back to life, with thousands of green branches dancing in the wind. Named Qingming Willow..."
"From then on, from the emperor down to the common people, they attached great importance to worshiping and worshiping ancestors during the Qingming Festival to express their feelings of caution and pursuit of the future. In this way, the Cold Food Qingming Festival has been passed down to this day! No incense is placed on the cold food grave, and paper money is hung on it. Tomb trees, those who go to the countryside all climb the mountain to watch the sacrifice and split the silk in the air, which is called breaking money..."
"Oh, Xue'er understands that Jie Zitui is loyal and indifferent to fame and wealth. He is truly an amazing hero!"
Lu Xiang said "hmm" and then cast his gaze indifferently towards the river bank!
It was past noon, Qin Mi lit incense candles, Lu Xiang placed flowers on the ground and sprinkled three glasses of wine...
The flowers are still blooming, and the south wind is slightly cool. May these flowers and candlelight illuminate the way home, and may foreign lands be able to accommodate restless souls! After the sacrifice, Qin Mi sat on the ground by the river, with the fragrance of flowers filling the wind!
The river was full of water and flowed to an unknown mountain stream. The grass and trees were long and swaying gently in the wind. Lu Xiang leaned down and unintentionally picked up the petals drifting in the water. He said: "The fallen flowers are chasing the water and the tears are full of tears, but the condolence room is full of flowers." Leave......"
"A real man has a lifetime of worries, and there is no temporary trouble. Love is like running water, and it is hard to come back when it is gone. At that time, Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was lying on his salary and tasting his courage. Three thousand Yue Jia could swallow up Wu. The overlord of Western Chu burned the cauldron and sank the boat. One hundred and two Qin Passes eventually belonged to Chu. The same can be said for Mian State. Regroup and make a comeback!" Qin Mi broke off a weed and said firmly!
"If you eat cold food in February, you will not grow old, but if you eat cold food in March, you will grow old, hahahaha..."
On the shore, an old man smiled.
"Grandpa, these elm coins are enough for us to eat for three days, so don't pick any more!"
"It's okay. The elm leaves are still very fresh and tender. It's the best time to eat them. When you pick them again after the Cold Food Festival, the little elm leaves will be old, dry, and yellow, and they won't taste good. It’s fresh…”
Xueer looked around and saw a pair of grandfather and grandson picking up elm coins in their baskets under the elm tree not far away!
"Is this Yu Qian'er delicious?" Xue'er stepped forward and asked.
"The elm leaves that have just grown up are green in color. They are quite sweet when you put them in your mouth and chew them..."
The little boy said with a smile and handed over the elm flower in his hand: "Here, you can try it!"
"Really?" Xue'er smiled brightly, then reached out to take Yu Qian'er and put it into her mouth. She tasted it carefully, but it tasted like chewing gum!
"How's it going? Is it delicious?"
The little boy still smiled and asked...
