"Don't worry, do you really want to practice writing?"
A voice suddenly sounded in Hill's ear, scaring him all over. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged villain sitting on the mouth of an old teapot on the desk, which looked only palm high. The villain, wearing a white bamboo robe and a black beard, is smiling at the hill.
"You ... who are you?" Hill couldn't help exclaiming.
"I am Mr. Zhu who lives in this teapot." The little man sitting on the spout replied.
"Live in this teapot?" Hill's eyes suddenly slipped round. "Have you always lived in it? Why don't I know? "
This teapot is a relic left by his grandfather. It has been several years, and the pot is engraved with the picture of Zhu Ju, the four gentlemen of Mei Lan, which is very elegant. But he had never heard that there were still little people living in the teapot, and his parents never mentioned it.
"You don't believe it?" Mr. Zhu caressed the black beard and smiled. He reached out and opened the lid of the teapot. "Look, the world in the pot!" "
Look at this hill carefully with curiosity, ah! In this small teapot, it is as deep as a valley at the moment, and it will be bright at the end of tomorrow. He saw a quiet green hill with a lush green bamboo forest at the foot, a stream flowing through the forest, and a white stone hut with a yard next to the forest.
"See? I lived in this teapot when I got it from your grandfather. Even your father didn't know about it! "
As Mr. Zhu said, he gently jumped to the ground and instantly became a tall and thin man. Mr. Zhu picked up the brush on the case and wrote the word "bamboo" on white rice paper. Although Xiaoshan has just started, it can be seen that his handwriting is natural and unrestrained, even better than that on the copybook.
Mr. Zhu put down his brush and said, "If you want to write calligraphy well, you can't just practice it rigidly on your desk. Think more and understand its meaning. "
Hearing this, Xiaoshan blinked and didn't know what it meant. Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Don't you understand? Then come with me to the teapot and have a look! "
Mr. Zhu suddenly shrank into a villain and quickly jumped into the teapot with the lid open. Hill was busy in the past, and Mr. Zhu was standing at the bottom of the pot in Baishi yard, waving to him from a distance. The hill only felt slightly dizzy, closed his eyes and felt as if he had been shrunk and quickly fell into an unfathomable dark space. Suddenly, his foot hit the ground. When he opened his eyes, the hill was standing firmly in the white stone yard in the pot, and there was a stone house not far away.
Mr. Zhu took the hill into the stone house. There is only a bamboo bed and a bamboo pole with ink and paper on it. The walls are spotless, and the fresh air of the bamboo forest floats into the room.
"Uncle Zhu, do you live here alone?" Hill could not help but ask curiously.
"Now I'm the only one. In the past, Mei Lan, Zhu Ju and Zhu Ju all lived in this pot hole, and they were close friends with your grandfather. Now, times have changed, old friends have gone, and the years in the pot will probably end ... "
"Kid, do you want to learn Chinese calligraphy well?" Mr Zhu turned around and looked at him with a smile.
"yes! But I can't write well! " The hill became depressed.
"Don't worry, take your time. Remember, writing brush characters should be as free as the wind and flow like water. Come, let's feel it in the yard! "
When they came to the yard, the hill closed its eyes and felt the rhythm of the wind, soft and free; He reached for the water, which flowed gently; Touch the bamboo with your hand, it is straight and upright.
If the hill realized something, Mr. Zhu said beside him, "If you like, come here to practice calligraphy in the future!" "
"Great!" Hill nodded hard.
Since then, Xiaoshan has become happy to practice calligraphy. Just open the lid and tap it three times, and the world at the bottom of the pot will light up. The hill will jump in immediately, and sometimes practice calligraphy on the bamboo sticks in the stone house; Sometimes I dip my brush in water in the yard and practice writing on the white stone. Teacher Zhu often gives advice patiently.
Gradually, Xiaoshan fell in love with the time of practicing calligraphy. In that quiet world, bathed in the breeze in the bamboo forest and listening to the murmur of the stream, the hill has gradually understood when writing.
In the past, every time the hill went into the pot, I saw Mr. Zhu alone. But that day, as soon as he stepped into Mr. Zhu's bamboo building, he saw a little girl about his age in the room. The girl is wearing a white shirt and embroidered shoes with elegant orchid patterns embroidered on the vamp. The whole person is as white and delicate as magnolia, but his eyes are like bright and shining gems.
"Hill, this is Sister Orchid, who used to live in this pot." Mr. Zhu introduced the hill and said to the little girl around him, "This is the hill."
Sister Orchid took Hill's hand and said with a smile, "Brother Hill, let's go out to play!" " "
Two children jumped out of the pot hand in hand and came to the study of the hill.
"Lanhuamei, where have you moved now?" Hill suddenly thought of this problem.
"I live in the mountains now." Sister Lan Hua replied, "However, I still like to go to the school at the foot of the mountain quietly."
"Go to the school at the foot of the mountain?" Hill is curious.
"Yes!" Orchid elder sister showed yearning eyes. "I want to meet some human friends and learn calligraphy and painting together. Books have the magic of books, and words have the magic of words. "
"The magic of books? The magic of words? What is it like? " Hill asked with interest.
"Look!" Sister Lanhua picked up the brush on the table and wrote a word "wind" on the white paper on the table. "Look, it's windy!"
The ink word "wind" has become a big tuyere, and a steady stream of wind is pouring out of it. This must be the wind in the mountains, with a refreshing breath in the wind. This is the free wind, the flowing wind, which makes people relaxed and happy.
"Listen, the sound of rain." Orchid elder sister's voice is like a dream, I don't know when there is a word "rain" on the paper. The word "rain" has become a rainy window, and now they are listening to the rain under the window.
"Ah, the magic of words is really amazing!" The hill shouted happily.
Orchid elder sister smiled and nodded, and there was a gentle sound in the room. I don't know when Mr. Zhu came out of the pot: "Sister Orchid, we should go."
"Goodbye, little brother!" Orchid elder sister stood up.
"Will you come again?" The hill is reluctant to part.
"Of course, we will play together when we are free."
There is a deep joy in the center of the mountain. How happy it is to know these lovely friends! He cleans the teapot carefully every day and puts it neatly on the table.
One day, Xiao Shan came home from school and saw a fat man sitting on the sofa, looking at the teapot over and over. Mom and dad sat there smiling.
Hill glared at them, grabbed the teapot and ran into his room. Dad followed: "Hill, bring the teapot quickly! This teapot is very valuable. If you sell it, I will buy you a piano. "
"No, I don't sell any money!" The hill shouted at dad. At night, he quietly hid the teapot in the drawer of his desk. He felt unsafe, thought about it, and hid in the depths of the closet.
Unfortunately, something happened. A few days later, as soon as he entered the room after school, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa smiling and counting money, with a thick stack of bills on the coffee table. His heart was cold, and he felt something was wrong. He ran into the room and saw that the teapot deep in the closet was gone!
"Wow ..." Hill threw herself on the bed and burst into tears. How did Mr. Zhu and the lush bamboo forest and the magical cave in the pot fall into that vulgar hand? He lost the most precious thing and wept bitterly.
For the next few days, he has been listless, and his life seems to be missing the best part. Buying his favorite piano can't make him happy.
Until one day, he came home and pushed open his door. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice: "You're back!" "
Mr. Zhu is wearing a white bamboo shirt, standing on the windowsill, smiling and nodding at the hill.
"Oh dear!" The hill suddenly came running, shaking with bamboo hands. "Uncle Bamboo, you finally came back! Great! "
Mr. Zhu said with emotion, "Hill, I have come to say goodbye to you."
"Farewell? Where are you going? "
"Anywhere, I may go to the mountain in another bottle, the valley in a jar, or the quiet mountain." Mr. Zhu said with a smile: "As long as you have a peaceful heart, you can always find your place in this world. Let's say goodbye! "
After Mr. Zhu raised his hand to say goodbye, he pulled out a green bamboo pole from the sleeve of the white bamboo shirt, rolled over and sat on it, floated out of the window, and soon disappeared without a trace.
The hole in the pot doesn't seem to have disappeared, as if it has been living in the heart of the hill. From then on, whenever he opened a book and indulged in it, he felt that Lan Mei was sitting quietly beside him and understanding the magic of the book with him. Whenever he holds his breath and concentrates on practicing calligraphy on white and smooth rice paper, he always feels that he is sitting in the white stone yard surrounded by green bamboo, listening to the sound of the flowing stream, and his words are as free as the wind, flowing like water, and tall and straight as bamboo. ...
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