The person who wears fast takes tea and cools

Shangsi Festival, an ancient folk festival, commonly known as March [-]rd.

"The Analects of Confucius": "Those who are in late spring, the spring clothes are ready, five or six people who are crowned, and six or seven boys, bathe in Yi, dance in the wind, and return home after singing.

On this day, sweep the court, dry and wash clothes, pick flower hairpins, bathe and change clothes.

On this day, mountaineering and drinking, banquets by the water, and cruises for outings.

Literati, merchants, officials, ordinary people, and even boudoir embroidery households who are not allowed to go out on weekdays, all dressed neatly and went out in spring together.

Liang Xiuzhu remembered that on March [-]rd when he was a child, the villagers would hold a spring feast.

Thirty miles to the south of the village, there is a Magu Taoist temple built in an unknown year. It is rumored that it is the practice place for Magu fairies.

After the rise of Taoism, March [-]rd of the lunar calendar was recognized as the day of the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Blossom Festival.And Magu offered her birthday because of this.

One day is prosperous in the sky, and the world is full of vicissitudes. All mortals can do is to invite incense and pray for safety and health.

Yan Shisan made cakes with the mugwort leaves he picked early this morning, and then made several plates of rhododendron cakes.By the way, I also picked a few peach blossoms in the courtyard, washed them and dried them in the sun, and made several altars of peach blossom wine with my own grain wine to seal them up.

There are also people in the town offering sacrifices to the mountain god, the warehouse god.

And after March [-], this year's spring plowing will officially begin.Some villagers went to the mountains to hunt, while women pounded rice and made homemade pastries at home.

There are also some elegant people, passionate girls, and innocent children, who bring some fruit and wine, and go on an outing in the mountains.

Every March [-]rd, you can invite your companions to go wild with a basket.

The endless mountains, the red rhododendrons blooming all over the mountains, clusters of pink peach blossoms, and many unnamed mountain flowers are all in bloom.

Today Yan Shisan was on vacation, let a dozen or so children eat moxa balls and let them go to play.

On the other hand, he accepted a friend's appointment and went to a Taoist temple outside the city to pray for the spring together.

Unfortunately, halfway through the journey, the weather was not good, and there was a lingering drizzle.

However, Yan Shisan and his party were prepared early in the morning, otherwise they would have to be drenched in water, which would be embarrassing!

It was still a red paper umbrella, which stood out among the paper umbrellas held by Sujie's friend and was very eye-catching.It does not match Yan Shisan's usual style.

But no one asked the reason, and the friends just made fun of a few inconsistencies, looking humble and restrained, but they were really happy to show off.

The wicker dances lightly in the wind, and the slender figure twitches the emerald green years.The songbirds were silent on the branches in the rain, and the waterwheels in the river creaked and turned tirelessly, singing old and simple songs.

In the mountains, the ground is paved with pine needles and moss, green bamboos and green pines are resident, and many unknown wild flowers are sprinkled on the wet ground.When you step on it, the soft and soft touch under your feet makes your heart soft.

The emerald green leaves, the bright red fruits, the sound of ticking rain, and the chirping of birds, gather together the misty rain all over the sky, and hold a colorful feast between heaven and earth, making loneliness bloom.

Yan Shisan and a group of friends held oil-paper umbrellas and stopped on the moss-grown stone path, looking at the changing clouds in the sky, the sparkling water on the pine needles and green leaves, and the drizzle like silk.

The mountains in the distance are submerged in the sky, the nearby mountains are emerald and green, the waterfalls on the top of the mountains are misty, the pines and cypresses on the cliffs, the clear streams and rivers in the depths of the valleys, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside. Taoist temple.

Surrounded by such a dream-like mist and mist, how could Yan Shisan and his friends not marvel at the generosity of the creator, what kind of charm is required to create this uncanny landscape and the pure spirit of all things!

When people walk in nature, they will be like a tired bird that has been flying far away for a long time, trying to find its own nest.However, empty mountains and empty waters, neither shore nor crossing, leaving nature, where can I find my truth and peace in the world?

The thick and distant bells contain compassion and kindness, making the birds resting in the woods scream and spread their wings.

The Taoist temple is located in the deep mountains and forests, deep in the mist.Yan Shisan and a few friends walked along the stone steps, watching the ruthless flying springs and waterfalls flowing in the mountain stream, and the merciless falling flowers flowing in the spring water.

Having nothing to do, I bent down and picked up a smooth stone and threw it into the corner of the pool under the Feiquan. As I walked, I watched the ripples of the Feiquan hitting the pool that looked like loud thunder but little rain.The waves of light from the stones he threw into the pool rippled quietly for a while, and slowly disappeared without a trace.

"When did Yuhu Lake have such a childlike heart?" A friend laughed and joked with Yan Shisan after the stone had entered the lake without any waves.

"Brother Han, if you are interested, you can also pick up a piece of stone and throw it into the pond." Yan Shisan replied with a smile, "If you just ask but don't do it, how can Brother Han feel the same way as Yuhu?"

The friend surnamed Han smiled and waved his hand and refused. He stood on the steps with his umbrella behind his back, smiling at the misty rain and blue waves, and said nothing.

Another friend who was traveling with him smiled and pushed the shoulder of the friend surnamed Han, jokingly said: "Brother Han, why didn't you talk anymore? Could it be that you are shy?"

"Brother Wang, don't talk nonsense! Who doesn't know that our Han University scholars are cold and arrogant! Thin-skinned!"

"That's right! Brother Wang, shut up! I won't remember Brother Han later!"

The people in the company laughed and pushed Brother Wang and Brother Han, but they forgot about Yan Shisan.

A group of them walked up the winding stone steps, and they arrived in front of the first Taoist temple they wanted to worship.

Once entering the Taoist temple, in the smoke-filled temple, a few pious pilgrims who persisted to Magu Taoist temple lit incense and worshiped in different directions.A few old trees of unknown age were planted in front of the Taoist temple, and the trunks were full of old scars left by the erosion of the years.

Inadvertently, this added a few desolate and dignified tones to Magu Taoist Temple.

Stepping into the threshold of the Taoist temple, I saw a few young Taoist priests sitting on futons holding fly whisks and divination.

"Why are the Taoist priests in Magu Taoist Temple not very old this year? Seeing that there is not much difference in age with us, why can't we imagine that this deep mountain and old forest has become a Taoist priest with a pure heart and asceticism?" Brother Wang wondered.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Brother Wang, just because you like prosperity and wealth doesn't mean they like it. Maybe they like to stay in the deep mountains and old forests!"

This brother Wang couldn't bear loneliness, so his years were splendid in the bustle and bustle, which bustled life and the world.In Taoist temples, their years are sealed in the high walls and deep courtyards in the deep mountains and old forests, lonely life and scriptures.

"Brother Li's words are good! Brother Wang has always had a restless temper, and he didn't go to the house for three days. He must not be able to bear the loneliness in the deep mountains and forests and the ascetic practice! Brother Li, don't criticize again Already!"

"Brother Zhang, what you said is of a standard! You picked a thorn in my head! You are not enough friends!" The friend surnamed Li shook his sleeves and walked quickly to the Taoist temple. It seemed that he was angry with this friend surnamed Zhang. .

Together with Yan Shisan, the group laughed together, "Brother Li, your little daughter-in-law is angry, why don't you hurry up and coax her! Be careful that there will be no hot kang head and wife to warm the bed tonight!"

"Yes, yes! Go and coax your little daughter-in-law!"

The good-natured laughter of the friends made the friend surnamed Zhang who hurried to the Taoist temple quicken his pace, almost tripping over the threshold.He turned back angrily, "Who is his little wife! Be careful what you say!"

"Oh! You said you're not a little daughter-in-law! Brother Zhang, your face is as red as a monkey's butt!"

"That's right! What's so embarrassing! Who doesn't know about the two of you!"

"Hurry up and hold a banquet early, lest Brother Li be too crazy every day! It's as painful as a monk in a temple!"

A group of people smiled and stepped into the Taoist temple. Yan Shisan looked at the Magu Taoist temple carefully. This was the first time he entered the Taoist temple.

Taoist figures are engraved on the walls of the Taoist temple, all of which are immortal and Taoist, washing away the dust of the world.

Ascending the view and looking far away, in the mist and rain, the sky and the earth are vast, and the mountains are silent.The bone-destroying pain and ecstatic happiness that I experienced in the mortal world have faded away, and I don't know whether it is lost or reborn.

Yan Shisan made a calculation, luckily or unfortunately, it was marriage.But the luck was really bad, the root was drawn out and the next sign was not mentioned, and there was an ominous red silk at the bottom of the sign.

The young Taoist priest who did the fortune-telling for him only murmured that his marriage was a calamity, a calamity of life and death.

Excessive time is nothing but a serious injury to vitality, at the slightest, it will hurt the mind, body, heart, and shape, and at the worst, the soul will be scattered and there will be no afterlife.

Yan Shisan's gentle smile broke slightly, but he didn't say anything. After receiving the receipt, he seriously saluted the little Taoist priest who told his fortune.

"If sir is willing! Ning Chang is willing to do a fortune-telling for you for free!" The little Taoist was afraid that Yan Shisan would be in a bad mood, so he carefully grabbed the corner of Yan Shisan's clothes, scratching his ears and cheeks until his pretty face turned red. up.

Yan Shisan smiled and shook his head, "No need. Thank you for your concern. See you in the future."

A brief encounter could be an instant or a lifetime.Maybe, there is really no chance to see this little Taoist again.And Yan Shisan didn't take the lottery that the little Taoist had calculated for him to heart.

The way back is the way when I came, and it's not the way when I came, I can't remember it vaguely.

The rain and dew strung together into bead curtains dripped from the branches, looking from a distance like shark beads weeped by sharks.

When I returned, it was already dusk, the mist in the mountains cleared, the birds in the forest disappeared, and the farmers carried their hoes back home. Only the old man sitting idle in the field was still talking about the good spring rain and drinking to himself.

When the group returned to the town, they all wanted to go to the restaurant to drink and have fun together, but Yan Shisan politely agreed, saying that he wanted to go home and see if the group of little bastards caused him any trouble.

Everyone knows that he likes to teach, and he also clearly understands his lofty ambitions. Usually, he doesn't even have time to answer their appointments in order to find talented students.For the sake of those little bastards, he personally bought furniture, clothes and bedding for them, and made soup for their hands.

Quan Quan loves students clearly, so he was tolerant and didn't say anything, and hurriedly asked Yan Shisan to go back to his Shuanghan Residence to clean up and take care of his group of little bastards.

Yan Shisan also thanked his friends for their tolerance, and hurried to Shuanghan residence after making an appointment next time.

When he returned home, it was already late, and the students had already prepared meals, and they all waited at the gate of Shuanghan Residence to wait for him to come back.

Such a day is actually pretty good, there is no war, no disputes, and some are just plain to cumbersome.