Singing in a low voice: "Water is the eye and the mountain is the eyebrow." Where are you going? Ying Ying raised his eyebrows ... "Today, I went to Ying Ying's residence with eyebrow eyes, drank a pot of wine, brewed it with thirty years' thought, and got drunk in your arms. The rustling mountain breeze is clear, like a jade palm comb, combing my myriad thoughts, lying barefoot on a bluish-white stone, like spinning spring silkworms. For thirty years, I have put silkworms in my heart and spun cocoons.
Here I am again, my lucky stream. Do you remember a girl who came here thirty years ago? At that time, she didn't know the taste of sadness, and she didn't enter the lovesick door. She followed a group of students who chattered like sparrows and jumped like rabbits to have a picnic.
At that time, you, weak water Wan Li, were hidden between two mountains, with layers of rocks, large and small, paving the way for you and keeping company with the mountains. You conform to all things, sometimes through thorns, drifting over dangerous peaks and mountains, rough and heroic, rushing down cliffs, waterfalls and three thousands of feet; Sometimes you are lush, sometimes you are flowing into the green sea of pines and blue waves, and you are elegant and free, inviting Songtao bamboo flute to play a melody of Lin Lai; From time to time, you wear a comfortable belt and leisurely walk through the flowers and birds, landing on the colorful, gentle and shallow water of an inlet, swaying nut horns; Sometimes you lie high in the blue sky, quiet as a pool of faint blue, windless glass, and weeds flourish on the shore. The birds and animals here are fat because of you; Grass trees flourish because of you; Liu Huajiao is more charming because of you; Because of you, the green hills in Zhong Ling are more beautiful.
You are quiet, carefree, breezy and bright, accompanied by mountains and rivers and clouds and water all the way. Several huts exist because of you. They are scattered and hidden in the wind and bamboo shadows. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, but they never break your peace easily. A few wisps of fireworks also come from the world of mortals, exquisite and graceful, winding on your Taoxi willow, quietly enjoying your clear posture and charm, and not disturbing your tranquility. However, a group of little guys, carrying pots and barrels, rushed into your stream at a steep place and broke your peace. It was early spring and it hadn't rained yet. You are shallow and elegant, walking in the thin green fog in early spring. In the stream, pebbles are shining, and big stones are phosphorus and phosphorus. You gently flow between the big and small stones. Rugged stones agitate you, and your voice swings out of the water, and "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is melodious. We are all children who grew up rolling in the mountains. It's not strange to look at the mountains and the water. However, seeing you, the clear stream, all kinds of stones falling in the stream, so elegant and unconventional, are all moved by you.
We cheered and dropped pots and pans, vegetables, onions, celery and garlic. The boy couldn't wait to pull up the water and start a water fight. Girls don't want to be surpassed. She jumped on the half-exposed stones in the stream with her feet and flew between them, like a woman with flying skills. We danced and rowed, blending in with the turbulent waves in your stream, and the rapids buzzed on the piled rocks. Tired and hungry, we jumped out of the stream and lifted small stones to make a fire. A pot of Qingxi water, a handful of dried rice noodles, a few celery and shallots can make a delicious dish. Take a sip of soup, we are immersed in your sweetness and don't know where to go! Until sunset, you called the cold wind to wake us up and urged us to go back quickly. You know, the weather in the mountains is changeable; Because you are familiar with the habits of reptiles and wild animals in the mountains, you know that it is not appropriate to stay here and now. However, at that time, how reluctant we were to leave! In your open mind, we are so free and happy. But what kind of party will last? Will eventually leave, so more than 30 of our classmates climbed the highest and largest stone in your stream together. In the sunset, we are standing on the stone, childish and heroic. Our head teacher, Miss Li, held up the camera and fixed you and us in the photo forever.
At that time, Mr. Li had just graduated from college, and he was full of vitality and charm. He is bent on watering our young wheat seedlings. He treats us like brothers and friends. Academically, he is very persuasive. After school, he takes us out of school and into nature. On that day of that year, he also led us into your mansion and met you. Since then, your trickle has often haunted my mind.
Time flies for thirty years. The boat of the years has carried me through the cardamom years, the weak crown years, the enduring years, and then into the unquestionable years. In recent years, I have been impetuous in Mao Mao, but I can't conform to everything like you. I always rush ahead and turn around in frustration. After all the ups and downs, I understand now that only with an open mind like you can I be mercifully obedient to everything.
Today, you have become a tourist attraction in Ban Ling Village, Zhuqi Township, Minhou County. A plank road along the stream accompanies you, allowing tourists to enjoy your charm along the stream bank. At this time, it is also early spring. The weather is cold and there are few tourists, only a few old classmates get together to find the footprints of lush years. I sat on the big rock that I photographed in those years and looked at you. The same clear stream came through the faint mist. In the stream, large and small stones are still clearly visible. I wonder how many lifetimes these stones have been washed away by you here before they become so round and smooth? Every stone seems to be a psychic treasure jade. Is there a monk who took them to the world of mortals, and then came back from this life and turned them into a stone in your stream, making them so thorough! And was my last life also a tiny stone in your stream, which was brought into the world of mortals in this life? Otherwise, why do I dream of returning to your stream every night? Today, I came back from my dream, and I became the person who came back to your eyes!
However, my fate is not over after all, and I can't stay here with you for a long time like you, and my luck will stop. I still want to leave, because in that world of mortals, there is my concern for this life! Auspicious creek, wait for me, and when I come back without attachments, please allow me to be a stone in your creek again!